Chapter 1522 The Various Tools Are in Place

Foundry Hall.

Fan Yezi was half-bent on the table, with one foot raised up like a dragonfly on water.

Jun Changxiao sat next to him, sipping tea indifferently.

"Unbelievable!"

"It's incredible!"

After a while, Fan Yezi finally moved his entire face away from the drawing, and then with a shocked expression, he retracted his strange posture and stood there.

As an expert in casting, although he can't understand the characters of the demon clan, he can also see from the constructed painting that this is definitely an excellent battle armor!

"This seat will translate the text."

Jun Changxiao put down the teacup and said, "Do you have the confidence to create it according to the drawings?"

"..."

After being silent for a while, Fan Yezi said seriously: "Sect Master, the 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."

Draw a scoop according to the gourd, there is no problem.

However, just doing it as it is now, it can't show its true ability, and it's a complete waste of time.

"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, don't ridicule the dog left for taking Zongmen as a tool man, in fact, he is the well-deserved tool man Nan Bowan from the inheritance of the Iron Bone faction.

"no problem!"

Master Fan took a sip of tea.

As long as the Sect Master provides materials, he is still very confident.

"What about 100,000 copies?"

"puff!"

Fan Yezi spit out a sip of tea, and then did not bother to wipe it,

Staring at him, he said, "Sect master 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 lies in a thousand trials and tribulations. The level of battle armor on the blueprint must be high, 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 Changxiao got up, took him to the open space at the back of the hall, waved out a frame of casting tables, and said, "With these tools, it should be able to increase the casting speed, right?"

Fan Yezi was dumbfounded.

Oh my God!

Where did the sect master find so many casting tables for refining equipment?

After all, Hall Master Fan is a foundry expert, so he hurriedly walked over, looked at a frame of foundry halls from a professional perspective, and exclaimed, "Excellent foundry facility!"

Jun Chang smiled and said: "These casting tables are placed on the casting peak. There are many books on casting in this seat, and they will be delivered after translation."

"it is good!"

Fan Yezi's eyes were hot.

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 study sleepless nights and forgot to eat, and he completely forgot to rest for two or three days after he finished making the parts.

Thanks to Yao Mengying's ability to control the army of millions of demons, otherwise, our Hall Master Fan must have another important task, and that is to change all the armors they wear to the specifications suitable for disciples.

...

After the No. 1 tool man was arranged, Jun Changxiao came to Formation Peak again.

"Boy!"

The old man Taixuan frowned and said, "It's not good for you to come!"

Painful realization.

"Master."

Jun Changxiao grinned and said, "Teacher has a good idea, do you want to listen to it?"

"..."

The old man Taixuan said, "What do you think?"

It is undeniable that this guy has arranged a lot of work for himself after joining the Wangu Sect, but without the former, it is impossible for Zhushan No. 1 to improve in all directions, and it is even impossible to mass produce it.

As a technical nerd, all thoughts are on the mecha, and naturally I prefer to see the product upgrade continuously until it shines in the upper world, because it is very fulfilling!

"Master."

Jun Changxiao sat down and said, "Our sect has a martial art that has been passed down from ancient times called Soul Quenching Holy Heavenly Art. If you practice it to the extreme, your soul can come out of your body and soar in the sky."

"..."

The old man Taixuan said impatiently: "I thought your idea was related to mecha."

martial arts.

He is not interested.

"related."

Jun Chang smiled and said: "I plan to let the disciples cultivate, and when they reach the level of out-of-body soul, can they be used to drive Diablo?"

The old man Taixuan suddenly widened his eyes when he heard the words.

Using the soul to control the mecha, this brain hole is simply too big!

and……

Elder 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 Soul-quenching Holy Heaven Art is actually similar to a clone, even if it is destroyed, it will not cause fatal damage. Implicate the disciples."

"Is it so miraculous?" Elder Taixuan was stunned.

Although he does not 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 dissipated.

"Have you cultivated to the out-of-body level?"

"No."

"..."

The old man Taixuan collapsed: "How do you want me to transform?"

"Simple."

Jun Chang smiled and said: "Modify all the formations in the mecha so that they can be controlled by the soul."

"..."

The old man Taixuan really wanted to kick this guy into his daughter-in-law's bed.

Is it a matter of opening your mouth to change the formation method to soul control? In a few years and decades, in a few chapters and dozens of chapters, how can we say improvement is to improve!

"Master."

Jun Changxiao stood up and said, "I'll leave this to you, and I'll take care of the internal affairs."

"you……"

Seeing that guy patted his butt and left, the old man Taixuan became angry, but after a while, he touched his chin and thought, "It seems a little interesting to use the soul to control the mecha."

Technology can only be improved through continuous research and innovation, so Jun Changxiao's idea provided him with a new idea.

Ding!

Toolman No. 2 is in place.

...

Medicine Hall.

Wei Lao carefully studied the systematically translated one-speed into pill formula, and said solemnly: "Sect Master, the medicinal materials listed above are highly poisonous just by the name."

"Can it be planted?" Jun Chang smiled.

"this……"

Wei Lao fell into a brief silence.

He has always worked with conventional herbs, but never planted poison.

"should be no problem."

"but……"

Wei Lao worried: "What does the sect master plan to use for planting this highly toxic medicinal material?"

"Pills."

"...No, it's too dangerous!"

Jun Changxiao didn't explain, just said a few words and left.

Ding!

Tool No. 3, take your place.

Speaking of poison, one cannot forget Miao Saifeng, so Jun Changxiao went to the Poison Refining Hall, took out the copy of the pill recipe, and said, "Tang Master Miao, if the medicinal materials on this are refined into pills, is there any way? Remove toxins?"

The medicine pill is poisonous, just remove it, what a big deal!

"It can't be removed."

Miao Saifeng said with affirmation.

"..."

Just when Jun Changxiao was disappointed, she added: "However, you can refine the corresponding detoxification pills based on the toxins to resolve them."

"yes?"

Gou left suddenly came to hope and said, "I'll give you the corresponding detoxification pills."

Ding!

Tool No. 4, take your place.

After the arrangements were made, Jun Changxiao returned to Longshou Peak.

On the way, I was thinking carefully, what is there to do after returning from the Demon Realm this time? Does the sect have any idle members?

Um?

At this time, Gou left found a disciple was scrubbing Diablo, so he shouted: "Jing knows, the sixty-sixth mecha is about to be wiped by you, so don't hurry up and clean the hut! "

"Yes!"