Fan Yezi leaned half of his body on the table, with one foot raised up, like a dragonfly touching water.
Jun Changxiao sat next to him, sipping tea calmly.
“Incredible!”
"It's incredible!"
After a while, Fan Yezi finally moved his entire face away from the drawing, and then withdrew his strange posture and stood there in shock.
As an expert in casting, although he cannot read the characters of the Demon Clan, he can tell from the structural drawing that this is definitely a fine armor!
"I will translate the text."
Jun Changxiao put down the teacup and said, "Are you confident that you can create it according to the drawings?"
"..."
After Fan Yezi was silent for a while, he said seriously: "Sect Master, the armor designed in this blueprint must be extraordinary. If I don't have the corresponding materials, it will be difficult for me to make it."
Just follow the example and there will be no problem.
However, just doing it now does not show the true ability, and it is a complete waste of time.
"rest assured."
Jun Chang smiled and said: "This is my problem, not your problem."
The meaning is obvious, you are responsible for making the equipment according to the drawings and leaving the materials to me.
So, stop mocking Gou Sheng for using the sect as a tool man. In fact, he inherited the Iron Bone Sect, and he is the well-deserved tool man Nan Bo Wan.
"no problem!"
Master Fan picked up the tea and took a sip.
As long as the sect leader provides materials, he is still very confident.
"Where's the hundred thousand pairs?"
"puff!"
Fan Yezi squirted out a sip of tea, and then didn't bother to wipe it off. He stared and said, "The sect wants to make 100,000 pairs of this kind of armor?"
"That's right."
"..."
Hall Master Fan suddenly felt a little dizzy.
The birth of a piece of equipment depends on hard work. The level of the armor on the drawing must be high, and it may take a long time to produce it. If you make 100,000 pieces, you will spend the rest of your life...forging and casting!
"metropolitan!"
Fan Yezi said with a bitter face: "I can't do it alone."
"Come with me."
Jun Changxiao stood up, took him to the open space behind the hall, waved his hand and took out the casting tables, and said: "With these tools, it should be possible to increase the casting speed, right?"
Fan Yezi was immediately dumbfounded.
Oh My God!
Where did the sect leader find so many casting platforms for refining equipment?
After all, Hall Master Fan is a casting expert. He hurried over and looked at the casting halls from a professional perspective, and exclaimed: "Excellent casting facilities!"
Jun Chang smiled and said: "These casting platforms are placed at the Foundry Peak. I also have many books on casting, which will be sent over after they are translated."
"good!"
Fan Yezi said with burning eyes.
the next day.
With the efforts of the system tool people, all the drawings and casting books were translated and sent to the casting hall.
Fan Yezi began to study so hard that he completely forgot to rest for two or three days after making the parts.
Thanks to Yao Mengying's ability to control millions of demonic troops, otherwise our Hall Master Fan would definitely have another important task now, which is to change all the battle armor they wear to the specifications suitable for disciples.
…
After Tool No. 1 made arrangements, Jun Changxiao came to the Formation Peak again.
"Boy!"
Old Man Taixuan frowned and said, "You're bound to be up to no good!"
What a painful realization.
"Master."
Jun Changxiao grinned and said: "Disciple has a good idea, do you want to listen to it?"
"..."
Old Man Taixuan said: "What do you think?"
It is undeniable that after joining the Eternal Sect, this guy arranged a lot of work for himself, but without the former, Zhushan No. 1 would not be able to improve in all aspects, let alone mass-produce it.
As a technical geek who focuses entirely on mechas, I would naturally prefer to see the products continue to be upgraded until they shine in the upper world, because it gives me a sense of accomplishment!
"Master."
Jun Changxiao sat down and said: "Our sect has an ancient martial art called Soul Tempering Holy Heaven Technique. If you practice it to the extreme, your soul can leave the body and soar in the sky."
"..."
Old Man Taixuan said impatiently: "I thought your idea was related to mechas."
Martial arts.
He's not interested.
"related."
Jun Chang smiled and said: "I plan to let my disciples practice. When they reach the out-of-body level, can they be used to drive Diablo?"
When Old Man Taixuan heard this, his eyes widened immediately.
Using your soul to control mechas is such an imaginative idea!
and……
Old Man Taixuan frowned and said: "Since you can control it, why use your soul? Aren't you just taking off your pants and farting in vain?"
Jun Chang smiled and said: "The soul tempered by the Soul Tempering Holy Heaven Art is actually similar to a clone. Even if it is destroyed, it will not cause fatal harm. I mean, if you let the soul form control it, you will not encounter danger in the future, at least it will not be fatal.
It will harm the disciples."
"Is it so magical?" Old Man Taixuan was stunned.
Although he doesn't pay much attention to martial arts, he still knows that the frustration of the soul is often more serious than that of the physical body, and it can even cause the soul to fly away. It is a bit shocking that some holy skills can condense the soul clone!
"Have you cultivated to the level where your soul is out of body?"
"without."
"..."
Old Man Taixuan collapsed and said, "How do you want me to reform it?"
"Simple."
Jun Chang smiled and said: "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.
Is it possible to change the formation to soul control just by opening your mouth? How can it be improved in just a few years and dozens of chapters?
"Master."
Jun Chang stood up with a smile and said, "I'll leave this matter to you. I'll go handle the internal affairs."
"you……"
Seeing the guy slap his butt and leave, Old Man Taixuan was furious. But after a while, he touched his chin and thought: "It seems interesting to control the mecha with your soul."
Technology can be improved through continuous research and innovation, so Jun Changxiao's idea provided him with a new way of thinking.
bite!
Tool No. 2, take your place.
…
Medical Hall.
Mr. Wei carefully studied the systematically translated Yizhuan Dan Dan recipe and said solemnly: "Sect Master, the medicinal materials listed above are highly poisonous just by listening to their names."
"Can it be grown?" Jun Chang asked with a smile.
"this……"
Mr. Wei fell into a brief silence.
He has always dealt with conventional medicinal materials, but has never grown poisonous substances.
"It should be fine."
"but……"
Mr. Wei was worried: "What does the sect master plan to do by planting this highly toxic medicinal material?"
"Elixir."
"...No, this is too dangerous!"
Jun Changxiao did not explain, just said a few words and left.
bite!
Toolman No. 3 is in place.
When it comes to poison, naturally Miao Saifeng cannot be forgotten, so Jun Changxiao went to the Poison Refining Hall, took out a copy of the elixir recipe, and said: "Master Miao, if the medicinal materials here are refined into elixirs, is there any way?
Remove toxins?”
The elixir is poisonous, just remove it, what a big deal!
"Can't get rid of it."
Miao Saifeng said in a positive tone.
"..."
Just when Jun Changxiao was disappointed, she added: "However, corresponding detoxification pills can be refined according to the toxins to resolve them."
"Yeah?"
Gou Sheng suddenly felt hopeful and said, "I'll leave it to you to refine the corresponding detoxification pill."
bite!
Toolman No. 4, take your place.
After the arrangements were made, Jun Changxiao returned to Longshou Peak.
On the way, I was thinking carefully, after returning from the Demon Realm this time, what else has not been arranged? Are there any idle members in the sect?
Um?
At this time, Gou Sheng discovered that a disciple was scrubbing Diablo, so he shouted at the top of his voice: "Jing Zhizhi, this Mecha No. 66 is almost wiped to pieces by you, why don't you hurry up and clean the latrine!"