Zhao Feng went to the giant tree Resa and found Pang Ming who was busy in the laboratory.
"Brother Pang Pang, I haven't seen you for a few days. Why do you look like this?"
At this time, Zhao Feng saw Pang Ming, with an unkempt beard, messy hair, and untidy clothes. He was no better than a beggar.
"It makes the city lord laugh. I'm usually busy doing experiments, so I just deal with this aspect of life carelessly!"
Zhao Feng carefully observed Pang Ming's condition and found that Pang Ming seemed to have not had a good meal in the past few days and was a little sallow and thin.
"I have some food here for you, so don't starve yourself!"
Zhao Feng had just brought out a pile of food, and Pang Ming's eyes were gleaming. He ate and drank without caring about his image, as if he was reincarnated by a starving ghost.
"Let me go, this guy hasn't eaten in a few days!" Zhao Feng looked at Pang Ming who was devouring his food without washing his hands, and secretly sighed: "Is this the case for everyone who does research?"
"By the way, City Lord, what do you want from me? Have you found my colleague?"
"Your colleagues are somewhat discerning. A few days ago, I met a few guys who could easily make simple vehicles, but I didn't have time to ask them in detail."
Zhao Feng briefly said that a few days ago, when recruiting people, someone brought out a cart and took away a large amount of monster materials.
"It seems like I have to see them in person!" Pang Ming was not sure after hearing the situation.
Zhao Feng took out his Martial Arts Palace token and said, "Pang Ming, the Martial Arts Palace competition starts today. You can take your token to participate!"
To Zhao Feng's surprise, Pang Ming casually took out a Martial Palace token, but it was blue.
"City Lord, I already have the Martial Palace token. When we were escaping, we planned to blow up a monster and I grabbed this token."
Zhao Feng nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, I was worried that you didn't have the Martial Palace Token, so I planned to give mine to you. Now, it's okay. You should eat and drink quickly. Let's go to the Martial Palace Competition together.
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Pang Ming had a wonderful meal. During this period, Zhao Feng discovered that Pang Ming's martial arts palace token had a book in the center, his was a spear and shield, and Gan Xiaoxiao was a sword and staff.
"It seems that the pattern on the Martial Palace token represents everyone's basic occupation."
Zhao Feng thought of this and walked around, casually visiting Pang Ming's laboratory. As he looked around, his eyes suddenly stopped on a piece of incomplete animal skin.
"Pang Ming, is this also a technical drawing?" Zhao Feng asked.
"Yes, the drawings in ancient times are different from what we have now. At that time, the exercises, some scrolls, and the drawings were all made of animal skins, which is completely different from now."
Zhao Feng recalled the pages he had obtained from Senior Brother Wei of the Wuji Dao Sect, and compared them with Pang Ming's broken pages, and couldn't help but wonder: "Could it be that those incomplete pages could also be ancient technological drawings!"
At present, Zhao Feng's understanding of blueprints is still very superficial. He does not know that blueprints cover a wide range, from special weapons and equipment to various architectural drawings, and even include many miscellaneous things.
"Let's go, City Lord, I'm full!"
Looking at Pang Ming's appearance, Zhao Feng nearly burst out laughing: "Brother Pang Pang, you can't discipline yourself. If you go out like this, I'm really worried that people will throw you out as a beggar!"
Pang Ming took out a mirror, took a look at his face, and said happily: "Sorry, City Lord, wait a moment!"
Pang Ming simply washed his hair, face, and changed into a set of clothes, and finally looked somewhat presentable.
"Let's go!"
Zhao Feng and Pang Ming left Xuantian Wonderland, activated the transmission function of the Martial Palace token, and soon arrived at the Martial Palace competition site.
"City Lord, there are so many popular people here, tens of thousands of them."
Pang Ming's estimate was much lower than the real situation. In fact, more than one million people from Earth came to the Martial Palace Competition on the first day.
Many people, such as experts like Ruo Xingchen, have already obtained enough points through the points competition, so they can skip the qualifying rounds or even directly enter the semi-finals.
Most of the people on earth who came to the Martial Palace Competition on the first day had recently obtained the Martial Palace tokens, and were afraid of delaying their participation in the Martial Palace Competition. These people, like Zhao Feng and Gan Xiaoxiao, did not understand
Rules for the Fighting Palace Competition.
Zhao Feng and Pang Ming stood in front of a tall archway with several identical plaques hanging on it. After looking at it for a long time, Pang Ming finally understood the rules of the Martial Palace Competition.
"City Lord, you warriors and mages have to put your lives on the line when competing. It's better for civil servants like us to compete safely."
"Brother Pang Pang, the civil service competition prizes are too low. When I get the ranking, I will exchange it for you for a top-level Kung Fu book suitable for you!"
"Thank you City Lord!" What Pang Ming lacks the most right now is his skills. Because his cultivation level is too low, he cannot make many drawings.
Making blueprints is related to Pang Ming's career advancement. Without suitable skills, everything is in vain.
"We don't have to be so polite. Let's go and sign up."
The registration place was crowded with hundreds of teams. Zhao Feng and Pang Ming waited in line for more than two hours, and they were still more than half way from the registration place.
"Zhao Feng, where are you?" Zhao Feng suddenly received a call from Gan Xiaoxiao.
"I'm waiting in line. There are a lot of people there. I don't know how long the queue will be. Have you signed up?" Zhao Feng asked.
"You are so stupid. If you take out your Martial Palace Token, someone will tell you where to sign up!"
Zhao Feng raised his head and suddenly realized: "Let's go, Brother Pangda, we won't queue here anymore, jump in line."
Pang Ming was confused and the two-foot-long monk was confused, so he had to follow Zhao Feng and squeeze out of the crowd, sweating profusely.
"What's the matter, you two?"
“Sign up to compete!”
Zhao Feng faced the deacon of the Martial Arts Palace and took out his Martial Arts Palace token. The deacon with the goatee took a look at it and did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly raised his hand to Zhao Feng.
"Please go straight forward from here. When you reach the palace, someone will naturally greet you two."
Zhao Feng followed the direction of the deacon's finger and walked straight for several miles, passing through a three-story courtyard, and finally came to a courtyard with red bricks and green tiles. Through Zhao Feng's gate, Pang Ming could see an extraordinary building in it.
's palace.
Gan Xiaoxiao was standing at the gate, already waiting anxiously.
"Zhao Feng, why are you here?" Gan Xiaoxiao said angrily. When he saw Pang Ming, he looked at Pang Ming carefully.
"Are you Pang Ming?"
Pang Ming has also been looking at Gan Xiaoxiao. Looking at Gan Xiaoxiao, he always feels familiar. When he heard Gan Xiaoxiao speak, he immediately remembered:
"You are the second young lady of the Gan family next door. I haven't seen you for many years. Xiaoxiao, you are becoming more and more beautiful!"
Zhao Feng felt uncomfortable when he heard Pang Ming praise Gan Xiaoxiao.
"Feng, you don't know, if this Pang Ming wasn't so nerdy, he would have been my brother-in-law!"