Ming looked back and watched Odin leave, then turned around.
She touched the pointed horns on her head and walked up to Fang Plover, with a deep playful look in her eyes. Fang Plover was so frightened that he quickly took two steps back, and then the latter smiled meaningfully: "So, little guy, you are so tall."
He looks like this. He’s not as handsome as I expected, but he’s pretty cute.”
As she spoke, she looked around Fang Plover: "How about it, do you want to join the God Killers?"
What happened to these big guys, and why did this problem arise in the first place? Fang Yu shook his head as he thought.
"Really don't want to join?"
He nodded slightly.
"How could it be, sister, am I so unattractive?" Ming looked at herself curiously, "Or do you like that guy's model?" She looked in the direction Odin left.
"???"
"You really got what I said?"
Fang Quan said categorically: "Absolutely not."
"real?"
Fang Yu was about to cry. He knew very well that this Construct Queen looked mature and cold on the surface, but in fact she was a legendary gossip player and a well-known humanoid repeater and self-propelled broadcaster in the circle.
Dan Ming suddenly chuckled, covered his mouth with his hands, and looked at him with his narrow eyes: "Don't worry, I'm just joking with you. That guy Odin is so uninteresting, how can he be more attractive than my sister? But
Little guy, your reaction is really interesting. By the way, what’s your name?”
Fang Plover breathed a sigh of relief and replied calmly:
"Ed."
"I am Ming, you should know that, right?"
Fang Yu looked at the constructed queen and nodded.
"Then let me say hello to you first, Ed," Ming said, taking a step back and looking at him, the smile on her face gradually faded. She became serious and got to the point: "I only have one day, but one day
Time can't tell you much, so I can only make the story short. I am always serious in my work and don't like wasting time. You should know something about me?"
Fang Yu nodded again. Regarding this Construct Queen, her personality, birthday and preferences are no longer secrets in the community. This is also something that cannot be helped. In order to create stars, the club will share these things with fans, and
As a top guild selector, you don't have much freedom.
This is also the reason why he prefers free-chosen ones like Miss Loofah, who is very mysterious to people and is completely different from her teacher, the Queen of Constructs.
But Ming no longer cared much about these things and just said: "It is better to do it than to say it. Any training will eventually fall into actual combat. I told you enough last time. This time we will use actual combat to solve the problem."
She stretched out her right hand and said, "Get ready." In the faint blue light, a slender structure was emerging. It was a silver swordsman, suspended in the air. "Actually, I also have a powerful angel." Ming
He replied: "But this was modified by me myself, so you have to be careful."
Only then did Fang Plover react. He just took a breath, glanced at the silver swordsman, and nodded. He looked back and saw that the capable angel who had been knocked out by Odin could not be repaired for a while.
, hurriedly touched the black crystal on his chest with his hand, and released another powerful angel.
Ming looked at the capable angel calmly and did not rush to attack. Instead, he asked first: "Do you still remember what I taught you last time?"
"Remember, Ms. Ming." Fang Yu responded. How could he forget about swift tactics? In fact, it was not the first time he came into contact with related techniques when he was underground in Fenris. Those were the techniques he had repeatedly used in the community.
Something I’ve read hundreds of times
Just recently, he reviewed it. Later, when he was assisting Ye Hua in fighting in Du Lun, he also used what he understood at that time.
Ming glared at him: "Call me sister."
Fang Yu's face turned red: "Ming, Sister Ming."
Ming then nodded with satisfaction and continued: "I told you last time that the true meaning of swift tactics lies in knowing yourself and the enemy. Only by mastering the information can you defeat the enemy first. What is the meaning of swiftness? It is to strike first."
But she paused slightly: "But there were too few opportunities at the time, and I didn't have time to tell you the core essence of this tactic. What is speed?"
What is fast?
Speed is an unambiguous attribute in Aitaria.
The speed of an adult human in Aitaria is 27-35, which is the basic speed of human beings and is no different from ordinary people on earth. After he reaches level 15, his speed is 42, which is only slightly faster than ordinary people.
quick.
For example, the average adult's 100-meter speed is between thirteen and sixteen seconds, and he can run in the twelve-second range, which is not as good as the top athletes on the planet. But the Alchemist,
After all, I am not good at physical fitness either.
This speed is two-thirds of the construction speed of his 'Sword Plover', half of the 'Screaming Banshee', and one-third of the speed of the Energizer.
Archangel's speed is 117.
It is on par with the highest level sensitive professions at this level.
However, the equipment of top-notch sensitive professions can still exceed this level.
Although straight-line speed is only a part of the attribute of speed, it is actually related to explosive power. When applied in practice, the speed performance of Angel Energy will not exceed three times, but is almost equal to about double.
To be precise, it only exceeds about 70%. In other words, the top nightingale at level 16 or so can reach 100 meters and 8 seconds in straight line speed, which is enough to leave the first flying man on the earth behind.
And this gap will become more and more obvious as the level increases.
If Ming was asking about speed, the answer Fang Yu could only give in his heart was this.
But Ming didn't ask him for an answer, and just continued: "The speed of ordinary angels is 117, mine is 124, yours is slightly inferior, but not much different. Your attack power is about 140, and my high speed is about 140.
Ten percent more than you. As for protection and core output, there is no difference. Maybe ordinary Angels have better overload performance, but mine has excellent performance in temperature control..."
She paused for a moment: "This is about the difference between our two constructions. Generally speaking, there is almost no difference. It's just that my construction is more suitable for my own style. So now I ask you this question
.”
"How big do you think the difference is between the speeds of 117 and 124?"
How big is the speed difference at seven o'clock?
Fang Yu quickly gave the answer in his mind, and the answer was that there was almost no difference. If it were 7 and 14, the difference would be double, but based on the basic values of 117 and 124, the 7-point speed difference could not determine much.
Seeing his expression, Ming knew that he already had the answer in his mind. However, the Constructed Queen did not ask whether it was correct or not. She just raised her hand lightly. As soon as the suspended silver swordsman landed on the ground, he stabbed Fang Plover with a silver sword.
.
Fang Yu was horrified and quickly ordered the capable angels to rescue him.
But Ming's eyes flashed and he spoke first: "The Angel's dodge value is 377 and its balance is 52. Under extreme control, the turning speed is almost certain. You should know that time and Ed, the time it takes to retreat in a straight line will be
how many?"
Fang Plover was startled.
Pluto pointed his hand: "It seems that there are many possibilities, but the optimal solution is always fixed."
The direction her hand was pointing was just above that point where the angel had just arrived. Although the starting points of the two were different, the silver swordsman arrived first. The angel reached that position first and handed it out diagonally.
long sword.
The shining sword blade is like a narrow light.
Fang Yu felt extremely uncomfortable. It was clear that the speed of both parties was almost the same, and despite his initiative, the other party took the lead. It felt like he had been queuing up all night, but when he woke up early in the morning, he found someone was there.
It's like I jumped in line ahead of me.
It makes you vomit blood.
But he had no choice but to make the powerful angel raise his sword to fight back
A flash of intertwined sparks flashed, and the trilling sound of the two swords making one's scalp numb.
The speed of the construct had reached its limit, and there seemed to be two silver afterimages on the platform, with dots of Venus falling to the ground. The two alchemists stood motionless, only silently inputting the mental calculations into their control gloves.
reading.
Between movement and silence, the scene looked extremely strange.
But the situation was obviously a bit one-sided. In a battle of this level, if you lose the initiative, you lose everything. After two consecutive sword strikes, Fang Plover realized that he was at a disadvantage step by step. He gritted his teeth and wanted to fight back.
However, after a flash, Fang Plover froze somewhat. Ming's silver swordsman was still in front of him, and there was almost no change in the relative positions of the two parties.
He was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at the construct queen.
He was a little dazed for a moment, even more frustrated than when he fought Odin. Because Ming didn't use levels to suppress him, nor did he use any advanced constructs. The silver swordsman transformed by her, in fact,
It is also on the same level as the powerful angels.
But he lost without any doubt.
Fang Yu was a little stunned: "Sister Ming, I lost."
"It's normal to lose to me," Ming smiled and didn't take it seriously: "After all, I am the Queen in this field, and that little girl Loofah will lose to me occasionally... Don't worry, think carefully.
Why did you lose?"
Why lose?
In fact, it was somewhat similar when fighting Odin, because he fell behind every time.
But why is this so? He couldn't help but think of what Ming had said before. It was true that the opponent's attack was as fast as a storm, but it only gave him a feeling that it was fast, so fast that he could hardly think or react.
After a round of attacks, he took the lead step by step, and then he lost without any doubt.
But is there such a big difference between the speed of 117 and the speed of 124? Suddenly, a flash of light flashed across Fang Piao's mind. He raised his head and looked at the other party Ming's expression. He knew that he had reacted, and he felt a little nervous.
Startled.
Realized so quickly?
"What did you think of?" she asked.
"It's simplicity," Fang Plover gave an answer in his mind. Speed is not speed, because there is still time for intention and reaction. Therefore, the action strategies of angels with the same speed in the hands of different people are completely different.
And such differences will only lead to differences in speed.
But the fastest speed will only be the simplest strategy.
There is only one optimal solution
The information they possess will make it easier for people to find this solution. Therefore, when both parties have only one solution, whoever finds this point first will have the upper hand.
"Simplicity means speed." Ming looked at the young man with some admiration and nodded lightly: "This is also the core essence of swift tactics. The information mastered only allows people to make more accurate judgments."
"But being addicted to information will lead to inferiority."
"When you meet the Gray King, you will understand the true meaning of this." At this point, she couldn't help but sigh softly.
She is actually only one step away from the Ten Kings, but it is this one step that determines the gap between the two.
Only when people get to this point can they see the real ceiling more clearly. If you can't make an inch further, you can't make an inch further. She looked at Fang Pulver and couldn't help but think of another student of hers, loofah.
She hoped that Loofah could reach a height that she could not reach before. The little girl who was once favored by most people seemed to have such potential.
It's just that it took Loofah one night to give her this answer, but the young man in front of her took five minutes. She suddenly remembered some rumors she had heard, legends she once thought were anecdotes.
There are some rumors about the third war zone, the strongest of the three craftsman kings in the history of Chinese dynasties.
Did Fairy Dance really exist?
Such doubts also arose in her mind.
But the Construct Queen immediately shook her head and came back to her senses. She looked at Fang Plover and asked: "Since you have thought it through, how about we do it again?"
Fang Yu was silent for a moment and nodded. He wiped his sweat. The two of them fought for only a moment, but to him it felt like he was exhausted. He felt like he was fished out of the water and was sweating profusely.
He took a deep breath and was about to raise the control glove in his hand again.
But at this time, Ming asked: "Wait, do you still have experience?"
Fang Plover nodded slightly.
"How many?"
"No, not much, there are about a quarter to sixteen levels left..."
Ming retracted her hand and took out a green leaf from her pocket, "Take it." She gently threw the leaf forward and threw it in front of Fang Pulong. Fang Pulou looked at the leaf with some surprise. It was the holy leaf.
Tree leaves.
It is one of the few legendary consumables in Aitaria that can provide serious cognitive experience points.
One leaf is worth 30,000 experience points.
This is no small number.
And such a leaf can only be used twice in a person's life. Because the second time it is used, it is only half effective, and the third time it is completely useless.
It was too expensive, and he was embarrassed to pick it up for a while. But Ming looked at him and shook her head: "Pick it up. You have to prepare these things when training newcomers." She shook her head: "You haven't used it before.
Bar?"
Fang Yu shook his head. He used this thing for hundreds of thousands of lisels a piece. He could only afford one or two slices by selling it. But from what he said, it was necessary for top guilds to cultivate talented trainees.
Something to prepare?
Fang Yu suddenly felt that the Grand Guild was not that bad after all.
But he quickly shook his head and threw away this bizarre idea.
Ming's special training was said to last for one day, but in fact it came to an end in just half a day.
On the one hand, this is because Fang Plover already has a foundation in swift tactics, and the Construct Queen had taught him quite a bit of experience when he was underground in Fenris last time. After having a solid foundation, this time
Teaching is naturally much easier.
But on the other hand, it is also Fang Piao's own understanding in the field of combat craftsmanship. He himself did not notice this, but Ming was already frightened. But she did not say it out loud. After all, the other party was a young man, and sometimes he was too
Being overconfident is not a good thing.
She has seen many such examples.
However, in private, when Odin asked her about her related training, the Construct Queen still smiled at him mysteriously.
Monk Zhang Er was confused by Odin's gaze, and he asked speechlessly: "What are you laughing at, what are you so crazy about? Have you seen that guy in Chen Xi?" Ming glared at him angrily: "A dog spits in his mouth.
If I don’t produce ivory, do you care what makes me happy?”
"Inexplicable." Odin shook his head.
…
While the two were talking.
Fang Yu was looking at a boy with a baby face who was carrying a huge backpack and walking towards him curiously. The other person looked left and right before asking: "Excuse me, are you Mr. Ed?"
What?"
After a arduous battle, Fang Yu finally got Ming's approval before letting him go. But now he was sweating profusely, sitting aside to rest, looking at the other party, and nodded inexplicably.
He knew both Ming and Odin, but he saw the young man in front of him again, but he felt vaguely familiar.
The young man had already stretched out his hand to him: "Hello, my name is Washing hands."
Fang Yu subconsciously stretched out his hand to shake hands with the other party.
But when he heard this ID, his expression changed wildly. He quickly took his hand back and touched his pocket, only to press the empty button. When he looked up, he saw that his wallet was in the opponent's hand, and the boy was holding his wallet.
After looking up, down, left and right, I still felt a little pity:
"So poor."
Fang Yuan's face darkened, wondering if this man could speak again, so he just said: "Give it back to me."
"Don't worry, I'm just taking a look," the young man smiled slightly: "You put your wallet too carelessly. If I hadn't checked it for you, it might have been lost sooner or later. But you don't have to thank me, it's just me.
It’s just a personal habit.”
Fang Yu took his bag with a speechless expression. He believed that this man was a ghost, but looking at the young man, he asked with some disbelief: "You, are you a hand washer? A grand thief hand washer?"
The young man nodded: "It's me."
"But, aren't you a woman?"
"Ah, that's my sister."
"Your sister?"
"She calls for hand washing."
Fang Yu looked at the other person a little suspiciously, why had he never heard that this person had a sister?
The young man didn't care and just replied: "By the way, you should know why I came here, right?"
"Is it because of Mr. Odin?"
The young man nodded: "I will teach you how to deal with the close attacks of Nightingales and other professions. You should know that Nightingales and other professions are the natural enemies of alchemists and other spellcasting professions."
He paused, looked at Fang Yu and said, "I don't have much time, you can prepare now."
Although Fang Yu was a little suspicious that this person was lying to him, since Odin didn't come out, he was embarrassed to ask more questions. Besides, although the other person was not as famous as Ming and Odin, he was still a big boss.
Although he has seen a lot of bosses recently and has gradually gotten used to it, he still nodded slightly.
When the young man saw him nodding, he took a step back and waited for him to finish. But suddenly, the other party asked: "By the way, little brother, do you still have experience?"
Fang Yu stopped moving his hands and felt that these words sounded familiar.
When he looked up, he saw that the other party was taking out a potion bottle filled with golden liquid from his pocket to learn the potion. At that moment, Fang Yu felt tears streaming down his face. Although he knew that he was very poor, these big guys also
That's too much.
Not to mention preparing an experience consumable, everyone is different.
This does not require the survival of poor people like them at the bottom.