Xin Qiwen put away the membership card and transferred the funds from the account, and said: "In the practice hall No. 7 on the first floor, if there is no designated instructor, the Alchemy Society will randomly assign one, and the instructor will arrive within 10 minutes."
"The tutor will start charging as soon as he arrives. You only have one hour."
"What is the alchemy level of the instructor?"
"This is the secret of the society. Anyway, I am much higher than you."
Ade was afraid that the two would fight, so he quickly pulled Fang Heng away.
Fang Heng nodded to Ed and said, "Well, thank you."
Ed breathed a sigh of relief.
My heart says, don’t just thank me superficially.
Why is it that after spending a lot of money, the game doesn’t prompt any improvement in friendliness?
Ed felt uneasy after spending this money.
Suspicious all the way, the two of them arrived at the gate of the practice hall No. 7.
There is an indicator light above the main entrance.
Fang Heng pushed open the door and entered, while Ed stayed outside waiting.
The interior of the practice hall is very empty, with the floor and four walls all pure white.
There are almost no decorations except for an old wooden wall clock.
There are several tables placed near the corner, and there are many alchemy experimental equipment and bottles and jars of materials piled on the tables.
Soon, a middle-aged man with a beard stepped into the room.
"I am Slovin, the mentor of the Alchemy Society."
There was a hint of impatience on Slovan's face, "You are a new student, right? Let's talk about vilification first. Learning alchemy is not that simple. Don't expect any progress in just one hour. Don't be dissatisfied and cause trouble. It's a waste.
Time for everyone.”
"Um."
Fang Heng looked up at the wall clock hanging on the wall.
The clock has started.
"Tell me, how good is your alchemy?"
"I have been studying alchemy on my own. I feel that I have reached the threshold of elementary alchemy and want to go further to the elementary level."
"Self-taught?"
Slovan frowned and couldn't help but want to laugh.
Stop being funny.
A mage teaches himself alchemy?
Still feel good about yourself and have touched the edge of beginner level?
Isn't this funny?
"Okay, let's give it a try. Make an ordinary synthetic alchemy magic circle for me to see. It doesn't have to be too difficult, just a first-level one."
Fang Heng stood there without moving.
What is the first-level synthetic alchemy magic array?
He doesn't understand!
"What? Hurry up and arrange it?"
"I won't."
Slovan was stunned for a moment, and even wanted to laugh in his heart.
Good guy, you don’t even know this most basic thing, how dare you say you have touched the threshold of elementary alchemy?
Who gave him the confidence?
"Okay, then whatever you know how to do, just demonstrate whatever you are most comfortable with..."
"No need."
Fang Heng glanced at the wall clock above the room and interrupted: "I just want to know how to improve primary alchemy as quickly as possible."
"Tch, okay. I originally wanted to check your basics and tailor the alchemy magic pattern learning for you. That's okay. Call me being sentimental. You can just take care of it."
Slovan didn't waste much time, walked forward and picked up the alchemy pattern materials placed on the table.
Taking a few steps forward, Slovan crouched on the ground.
Soon, a detailed alchemical pattern was drawn on the hall floor.
Fang Heng stood aside and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"No, do you see it clearly? This is it. According to this magic pattern, you draw it for me from beginning to end. When you can completely draw the picture and text, you will have touched the threshold of elementary alchemy. By then I will
I’ll teach you how to cross this threshold in the next step.”
Slovan said and looked at Fang Heng, "Come on, don't stand there, come and try."
"okay."
Fang Heng carefully observed the trend of pictures and texts and every detail, then he hummed slightly, stepped forward, and picked up the alchemy pen on the table.
Spiritual power is poured into the tip of the alchemy pen.
As soon as Fang Heng touched the ground with his brush, he immediately felt an indescribable rawness coming from the brush strokes.
I suppressed the feeling of being jerky and continued to write. I could no longer draw the magic pattern with just a few strokes.
Fang Heng was forced to stop.
Buzz…
A dim yellow light flashed on the ground, and the runes just drawn on the ground disappeared.
The game prompt flashed on Fang Heng's retina.
[Tip: If you fail to practice the alchemical magic pattern, your alchemy talent will be +0.001].
"No, no, I really can't see. Your posture when holding the pen is wrong."
Slovan looked disdainful.
He now believed that Fang Heng's alchemy was all self-taught.
"And your power, does this count? You're too inexperienced, right? Have you never systematically learned alchemy at all?"
After the squirting, Sloven stepped forward to demonstrate again dutifully, "Look at me, do you want to be like this? Do you understand?"
[Tip: You have been taught by Sloven, you have some understanding of the magic pattern alchemy array, and your basic alchemy experience value +1].
Fang Heng looked at the game log.
The experience value that was originally stuck has really increased.
interesting.
It is possible that the advanced conditions for elementary alchemy require the experience points to be fully accumulated first.
Slovan stood on the side, watching Fang Heng standing there in a daze, without urging him.
He has seen many such people.
Do you really think anyone can learn alchemy?
Sure enough, people, the richer they are, the stupider they become.
"Okay, think about it slowly and call me when you figure it out."
Sloven was so happy that he slowly walked to the chair beside him and sat down to rest.
Fang Heng closed his eyes and quickly mobilized the zombie clones in the Plague Land and the underground world.
The thousands of zombie clones under control immediately stopped all the construction, ore collection, excavation, transportation and other tasks they were doing, and started drawing magic circles on the ground with their fingers on the spot.
In less than half a minute, dense game prompts began to refresh on Fang Heng's retina.
[Tip: Your zombie clone failed to practice the alchemy magic pattern...].
[Tip: Your zombie clone failed to practice the alchemy magic pattern...].
Among the countless failure messages, a few positive game tips will be refreshed from time to time.
[Tip: Your zombie clone failed to practice alchemical magic patterns. You have a deeper understanding of magic pattern alchemy, and your alchemy talent +0.001].
[Tip: Your zombie clone failed to practice the alchemical magic pattern. You have some insights into alchemy, and your basic alchemy experience value +1].
Five minutes later, Fang Heng opened his eyes again, raised his head, picked up the sharp pen tip in his hand, and quickly drew the magic pattern alchemy array on the ground.
When he started writing again, although Fang Heng's movements were still a little clumsy, they were no longer as jerky as before.
fail.
Failed again.
Fang Heng picked up the pen and redrawn it again and again.
The floor of the practice hall is specially made and will be cleared immediately once the drawing of the alchemical magic circle fails.