Some of the magic tools and materials sent were of great value, so it was expected that the other party would not be relieved. Fang Plover didn’t have much grudge against this matter. However, the little French girl could never get rid of the sand in her eyes, so she was so concerned about the other party.
Dissatisfied with the distrust of his group, he simply sent the two teenagers to work as coolies to help Fang Plover carry the magic weapon and parts.
The young man had just moved a box of parts from under the platform to the door. Before he had time to wipe his sweat, he saw Fang Plover remove the power burst plug-in like a convulsion, and turned it over casually like a Rubik's Cube.
Then he inserted it back with a click.
He didn't even have time to see Fang Plover's movements clearly before he saw that the latter had already begun to test the operating status of the plug-in.
Is there anyone who can repair magic devices like this?
The young man was full of doubts, but when he saw Fang Yu nodded, he raised the chain sword in his hand, and the red calcite stone of the power burst plug-in suddenly lit up, proving that this skill had entered into operation.
"Holy shit!"
The opponent's eyes almost bulged out.
Has it really been repaired? The young man estimated that it would take him a quarter of an hour to repair the plug-in. It would probably take five minutes just to dismantle and put it back together. Repairing the structural points was a huge project for novices. Who wouldn't be cautious for fear of damaging it?
Is the plug-in obsolete?
Little did he know that Fang Pulong had already practiced multiple parallel skills to perfection since the mainland league.
Others had to carefully connect more than ten structural points one by one, but Fang Plover directly advanced in four lines, using only 70% of the speed he had in training, and it only took about ten seconds from start to finish.
Moreover, Fang Plover has long been accustomed to this kind of repair speed. During the Battle of Changxia, where did he have time to waste time? Could it be that he disliked Miss Scarpe's hand knife not being sharp enough?
He released the chained sword in his hand.
The young man looked at him with incomprehensible admiration. Listening to the Rain was a second- and third-tier guild in the Sea of Clouds area. Although it was not as good as the Rainbow Alliance and the Descendants of Flor, there were still sparrows in the guild.
Small, but well-equipped.
It's not like he has never seen the so-called professional alchemists in the guild. Of course they are much better than his apprentice, but compared with the one in front of him, there is a huge difference.
And the other person was about the same age as him, almost the same age, and where could ordinary people find such a genius? The boy instinctively felt that his guild was lucky. They might have met the second-world super first-line guild while traveling in Aitaria.
Top talent in training.
Silver Vislan?
Or elite?
Or the Rose Crusaders?
The young man's mind was spinning with those glittering names, and for a moment he couldn't help but have some wild thoughts. The top alchemists were different from the warriors. Some of the first-line guilds in Aitaria, such as the Spear of the Silver Forest, and the Red Jackets of Jeflite, also
Can cultivate good talents.
But the top selectors of life professions are basically all from the top ten guilds in the domestic competition area.
"Mr. Ed, who are you?" The young man couldn't help but use honorifics in his tone. What is the status of the top ten guilds in the domestic super competitive league? Not only in the first world, even in the second world, they are also ordinary choices.
The summoner has an unattainable existence.
Those selectors who often appear on TV are actually just the star selectors from the top ten guilds. When they were in service, they were all living legends, and after they retired, they were at least the same legends they once were.
Just like Fang Yu, although this boy is not a member of the first world branch of the top ten guilds, nor is he even a reserve guild member of the club's fans, but who in their generation is not yearning for those names that shine like stars to enter this world?
of?
When he thought that he might have such a chosen one in front of him, the young man felt that his feet were a little weak.
But Fang Yu naturally didn't know that one of his unintentional actions would make the other person think about so many things. Of course, if he knew, he would only be glad that he had developed a good habit of wearing a mask in front of outsiders.
Otherwise, if the other party recognizes that he is the disruptor in the mainland league, it will be really endless. If not, the military will be attracted.
Of course, the secret joy in his heart is inevitable. He is still just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, and it is inevitable that he has a little vanity.
But now he only shook his head and said: "Don't be too happy, this thing is not that easy to repair. I am very curious about who is using this chain sword. Is he afraid that the condition of his weapon is too good?"
"it's me."
A somewhat cold voice came from outside the house.
Fang Yu unexpectedly raised his head and almost jumped up from his seat: "Holy shit, it's you!"
He pointed at the young man outside the door who had silver hair, a pair of long pointed wolf ears standing on top of his head, and a pair of narrow silver eyes that were as soft as a girl's and shouted.
It was like seeing a ghost.
That young man was none other than Contestant No. 6 whom he had met once at Travelers Rest.
Speaking of which, this was the first time he heard the other party's voice. Just as he expected, it was a bit indifferent and distant, but it was not annoying.
He looked at the weapon in his hand in disbelief: "Is this your chain sword?"
The young man nodded.
"But you are not a battle craftsman?"
The young man glanced at him noncommittally, his silver eyes cold, but surprisingly not aggressive. "So what?"
Fang Yu thought about it carefully and then understood the other person's profession: "Are you the Supreme One?"
The Supreme One is the abbreviation for the alchemist who chooses the Supreme Choice School among the combat craftsmen. In addition, there are the Ruler (the Construct Lord School), the Sword Bearer (the Immortal Knight School) and the Controller.
But the other party neither answered yes nor no, and only looked at him suspiciously: "No wonder you didn't know how to dual-control at that time. It turns out that you are not a combat craftsman, but a full-time alchemist."
"What a pity," he shook his head: "Your Clockwork Fairy control is pretty good, 70% as good as mine. If you have multiple control talents, you will have a place among the first-line guilds."
Fang Yu couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this. This guy's beauty was breathtaking. No wonder the other party would use a clockwork fairy to compete with him regardless of the occasion.
What a pity, if there wasn't something wrong with his control glove, he would have beaten this guy to a pulp. Fang Yu completely forgot about his mental retardation at that time and did not hesitate to put the blame on the control glove.
However, this guy actually thought he was a full-time alchemist, which made him laugh inwardly, and he was happy to pretend to be deaf and dumb. After all, the target of the combat craftsman was too conspicuous.
It is inconsistent with his current need to pursue a low profile.
On the other hand, the young trainee alchemist was frequently winking at the latter, looking extremely anxious: "Bai Hua, Mr. Ed..."
"What is he? Is there something wrong with your eyes? You keep blinking?" The latter looked at the other person and asked bluntly.
The young apprentice alchemist rolled his eyes and almost fainted.
He had always wanted to tell the other party privately what he had seen before, but he didn't expect that before he could say anything, he was blocked by the other party with a word.
Fang Yu was also stunned for a moment, and then he realized that this young man's name was Bai Hua, or ID.
It doesn’t sound like a foreigner’s name, and it doesn’t fit in with the naming style of people in the wilderness. In other words, this boy is actually the Chosen One?
He stopped and subconsciously twitched his nose. In the small room, the strange fragrance was particularly obvious. The smell of the roasted dragon's blood wood was exactly the same as the smell of Miss Miya.
He subconsciously looked at the other person's wrist. Sure enough, the boy's white wrist was wearing a string of red wooden beads. Perhaps noticing his gaze, the boy frowned in disgust and covered his wrist with his other hand.
"Are you a Rainmaker guy?"
"So what?"
"I heard that you took away the Ring of Golden Flame?" Fang Plover naturally heard the news from Mazak, although he now knew that the ring was a fake.
However, he still had to ask this question because he knew that the ring ended up in the hands of the Dragon Cult. After the battle of Dolifen, he became wary of this matter.
He had to find out whether the Rain Listeners, like the Dragon Fire Guild, had colluded with the Dragon Worshipers. If so, he would have to consider whether it was still necessary to implement the agreement between his group and the other party.
After hearing his question, Bai Hua looked at him warily: "What does this have to do with you?"
Fang Yu fiddled with the chain sword in his hand: "This is your weapon. Although I promised you, it does not mean that I can repair these things well. For example, this sword of yours is a bit hopeless. By the way,
How did you use it when you came back?"
But Bai Hua heard the implication of his words and looked at him slightly stunned: "You mean, you can cultivate this sword well?"
This chain sword was sent to him, so he naturally knew what was going on with the sword. He had no hope of getting the sword back, he just wanted to see if the other party could make a similar replacement.
Fang Lu used a flaw detection lens to scan the chain sword. He had actually inspected the sword a long time ago and naturally knew what the problem was. The bx0700 chain sword was a good sword. Although it was a mass-produced work by the Imperial Workshop,
However, this batch of chain swords was personally supervised by Pinaud, the great alchemist of the empire at that time, so it was a rare and exquisite product, so it could be sold on the market for a high price of 40,000 to 50,000 lisels.
Chain swords of this type and this batch were very popular among the selectors of the previous generation, but they are actually rare on the market today. I don’t know how the other party got it, but it is obvious that the other party still attaches great importance to this thing.
But this was only the second time in his life that Fang Plover used a sword in such a barbaric way. If the question wasn't too sensitive, he really wanted to ask if the other party knew a strange woman named Miya, or should he just ask?
The fighting style of the people of Lotao is so bold.
The main problem of this chain sword is the metal fatigue and hidden damage of the blade. In theory, the only way to repair it is to start from the structural point. But the problem is that the structure of the chain sword is too complex, and it is difficult for ordinary people to repair it from the material.
Not to mention ordinary people, even he would find it difficult to complete this work through the Chosen System. He had used the system to evaluate it before and concluded that it was impossible to expand the structure diagram.
The other party must have also tried this method. He only had to look at the faces of the trainee alchemist and Bai Hua to understand that there was nothing they could do on this road.
Yes, without the Chosen System, the Chosen are nothing in this world.
But he is different.
Where did he get the Chosen One system when he was in Dawn Star? He still supported the maintenance work of the whole group with one person. Even if there were some things that couldn't be repaired, he could find another way to realize at least part of its functions.
On the one hand, the theory of the Kapka School itself focuses on the basics.
Fang Yu glanced at Bai Hua proudly, and without saying much, he directly took out a set of tools from the craftsman's table, unfolded the metallographic tools and magic furnace, and placed the chain sword on top.
While opening the monocle and pulling down the goggles, the repair work began.
He tried it and found that he had not lost the knowledge he had mastered in the past. On the contrary, his skills had improved a step further because of his level up and his rich experience.
It didn't take him long to repair the first chain blade.
The young trainee alchemist's eyes widened when he saw it, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Practical skills, will anyone learn this now?"
Bai Hua looked at this scene coldly. Of course he wouldn't be unclear about what Fang Plover was doing now.
Sure enough, Fang Yu suddenly put down the forging hammer in his hand, pulled up his goggles, turned around and spread his hands towards him: "Ah, my ability can only go so far. Although I have learned the following steps in Kapka,
I forgot what to do for a while.”
Jita looked at this scene and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Fang Piao glared at the little girl angrily, thinking to be more serious, I'm going to get down to business now.
The boy from Lotao subconsciously bit his lip, his long pointed ears twitched slightly, and then he said in a deep voice: "What exactly do you want to know?"
"Where did the Ring of Golden Flame go?"
Bai Hua looked very ugly: "Your target is indeed that ring, but unfortunately I have already given it to someone else."
"Someone else?" Fang Pulou frowned and asked, "Who is it?"
"I don't know," the young man shook his head: "Someone asked me to go to that place to get the ring, and then asked me to hand it over to those people. I didn't even meet those people, they just put the things in the designated place. "
Fang Yu glanced at the other party suspiciously when he heard this: "Who gave the order? Was it the higher-ups of your guild?"
"no."
"Who is that?"
"I can't tell you. If you want to know this answer before you are willing to practice sword training, then there is no need." The young man said while reaching out to get his sword back.
But Fang Yu held his hand, shook his head and said, "No, that's enough."
Helping each other repair the magic device was an agreement between Miss Etila and the Rain Listeners. In fact, all he needed to know was that the Rain Listeners Guild had nothing to do with the Dragon Worship Cult.
As for whether this guy is related to the Dragon Worshipers, he actually doesn't care.
He didn't intend to have anything to do with this guy anyway.
