Foundry Hall.
Half of Fan Yezi's body was lying on the table, with one foot raised upwards, as if just touching water.
Jun Changxiao sat beside him, sipping tea calmly.
"Unbelievable!"
"It's incredible!"
After a while, Fan Yezi finally moved his entire face away from the drawing, and then stood in place in a strange posture with eyes full of shock.
As an expert in casting, although he can't understand the characters of the Demon Clan, he can still see from the structural drawing that this is definitely a pair of excellent armor!
"This seat will translate the text."
Jun Changxiao put down the teacup and said, "Are you confident in creating it according to the blueprint?"
"..."
After being silent for a while, Fan Yezi said earnestly, "Sect Master, the battle armor designed by this blueprint must be extraordinary. If I don't have the corresponding materials, it will be difficult for me to make it."
Follow the gourd to draw a ladle, there is no problem.
However, it is just a waste of time to just make it as it is now, without being able to show its true ability.
"rest assured."
Jun Chang smiled and said, "This is my problem, not yours."
The meaning is obvious, you are responsible for making the equipment according to the drawings, and handing over the materials to me.
So, stop ridiculing Gousheng for using the sect as a tool man. In fact, he is the well-deserved tool man Nan Bowan who inherited the iron bone faction.
"no problem!"
Master Fan took a sip of tea.
As long as the suzerain provided the materials, he was still very confident.
"What about one hundred thousand copies?"
"puff!"
Fan Yezi took a sip of tea, and then he didn't bother to wipe it off. He stared and said, "The sect wants to make 100,000 sets of this kind of armor?"
"That's right."
"..."
Master Fan suddenly became a little dizzy.
The birth of a piece of equipment is the result of hard work. The armor on the blueprint must be high-level, and it may take a long time to produce it. If you make 100,000 sets, the rest of your life... will be spent in iron casting!
"metropolitan!"
Fan Yezi said with a bitter face, "I can't do it alone."
"Come with me."
Jun Chang got up with a smile, took him to the open space behind the hall, waved out a casting table, and said, "With these tools, the casting speed should be improved, right?"
Fan Yezi was dumbfounded.
Oh My God!
Where did the suzerain find so many casting tables for refining equipment
After all, Hall Master Fan is a foundry expert, so he hurried over, inspected each foundry hall from a professional perspective, and exclaimed: "The best foundry facilities!"
Jun Chang said with a smile: "These casting tables are placed in the casting peak, and there are many books on casting in this seat, which will be delivered after translation."
"good!"
Fan Yezi said with burning eyes.
the next day.
With the efforts of the system tools, the drawings and casting books were all translated and sent to the casting hall.
Fan Yezi began to sleep and forget to eat and study, completely forgetting that he only had two or three days of rest after making the parts.
Thanks to Yao Mengying's ability to control millions of demon troops, otherwise, our Hall Master Fan would definitely have another important task now, that is to change all the battle armor they wear to be suitable for disciples.
…
After the No. 1 tool man was arranged, Jun Changxiao came to the formation peak again.
"Boy!"
The old man Taixuan frowned and said, "It's definitely not a good thing for you to come!"
Painful realization.
"Master."
Jun Chang smiled and said with a grin: "Tu'er has a good idea, do you want to listen?"
"..."
Taixuan old man said: "What do you think?"
It is undeniable that after joining the Wangu sect, this guy has arranged a lot of work for himself, but without the former, it would be impossible for Zhushan No. 1 to improve in all aspects, let alone mass-produce.
As a technical nerd, my mind is all on the mecha, so I would naturally prefer to see the product continue to upgrade until it shines in the upper world, because it feels very fulfilling!
"Master."
Jun Changxiao sat down and said: "Our sect has an ancient martial art called Soul Quenching Shengtian Kungfu. If you practice it to the extreme, your soul can leave your body and soar in the sky."
"..."
Old man Taixuan said impatiently: "I thought your idea was related to the mecha."
Budo.
He is not interested.
"related."
Jun Chang smiled and said: "I plan to let my disciples practice, and when they reach the level of soul out of body, can they be used to drive Diablo?"
When the old man Taixuan heard this, his eyes widened immediately.
Using the soul to control the mecha, this brain hole is simply too big!
and…
The old man Taixuan frowned and said: "Since you can control it, why use your soul? Aren't you taking off your pants and farting?"
Jun Chang smiled and said: "The soul tempered by the Holy Soul Tempering Art is actually similar to a clone, even if it is destroyed, it will not cause fatal damage. I mean, let the soul form be manipulated, and at least it will not be in danger in the future. Involve disciples."
"Is it so miraculous?" Old man Taixuan was stunned.
Although he doesn't pay attention to martial arts, he still knows that the frustration of the soul is often more serious than the frustration of the physical body, and even the soul will be scattered. It is a bit shocking that the holy heavenly skill can condense the soul clone!
"Have you cultivated to the level of soul out of body?"
"without."
"..."
The old man Taixuan broke down and said, "How do you want me to transform?"
"Simple."
Jun Chang said with a smile: "Modify all the formations in the mecha so that they can be controlled by the soul."
"..."
Old man Taixuan really wanted to kick this guy into his wife's bed.
Changing the array to soul control, is it a matter of opening your mouth? If there are no years or decades, if there are no chapters or dozens of chapters, how can it be improved if it is improved!
"Master."
Jun Chang smiled and said, "I'll leave this matter to you, I'll deal with the internal affairs."
"you… "
Seeing that guy pat his ass and leave, old man Taixuan was furious, but after a while, he rubbed his chin and thought: "It seems a bit interesting to control the mech with the soul."
Technology can only be improved through continuous research and innovation, so the idea of Jun Changxiao provided him with a new way of thinking.
Ding!
Tool number two, take your place.
…
Medical Hall.
After careful study of the systemically translated Yishuancheng Dandan Fang, Wei Lao said solemnly: "Sect Master, the medicinal materials listed above are highly poisonous just by their names."
"Can it be planted?" Jun Chang asked with a smile.
"this… "
Elder Wei fell into a brief silence.
He has always worked with conventional medicinal herbs, but never with poison.
"should be no problem."
"but… "
Old Wei worried: "What is the suzerain going to use for planting this extremely poisonous medicinal material?"
"Elixir."
"... No, it's too dangerous!"
Jun Changxiao didn't explain, just said a few words and left.
Ding!
Tool No. 3, take your place.
When it comes to poison, naturally Miao Saifeng cannot be forgotten, so Jun Changxiao went to the poison refining hall, took out the copy of the pill formula, and said: "Teacher Miao, if the medicinal materials above are refined into pills, is there any way to make pills?" Eliminate toxins?"
The elixir is poisonous, just remove it, what a big deal!
"It can't be removed."
Miao Saifeng said in a positive tone.
"..."
Just when Jun Changxiao was disappointed, she added: "However, you can refine the corresponding detoxification pill based on the toxin to dissolve it."
"Yeah?"
Gou Sheng suddenly felt hopeful, and said: "I will leave it to you to refine the corresponding detoxification pill."
Ding!
Tool No. 4, take your place.
After making arrangements, Jun Changxiao returned to Longshou Peak.
On the way, I was thinking carefully, what else did I not arrange when I returned from the Demon Realm this time? Does the sect have idle members
Um
At this time, Gou Sheng noticed that a disciple was scrubbing Diablo, so he shouted loudly: "Jing knows, this No. 66 mecha is almost wiped out by you, why don't you hurry up and clean the latrine! "
"yes!"