Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

For an hour, refine an eighth-level battle armor, or an eighth-level battle puppet.

Not to mention one hour, even ten hours, it is difficult to refine it.

This is an eighth-level war puppet battle armor, not one or two.

The eighth-level battle puppet battle armor requires tens of thousands of components alone, not to mention the various high-level spiritual materials, many of which are difficult to melt with spiritual fire and need to be continuously polished.

Moreover, each piece has to be engraved with spirit patterns. Even if a ninth-level craftsman does his best, it is difficult to seal and engrave the spirit patterns on 10,000 parts at one time. It needs to be repaired.

Therefore, from the perspective of these ninth-level rulings, it is impossible to refine an eighth-level war puppet armor within an hour.

The normal eighth-level and ninth-level trial process is not like this.

This is the extremely difficult trial that Han Muye said to jump directly from level 7 to level 9.

"Hehe, little friend, this kind of trial that directly jumps to the ninth level, only a few descendants of holy-level foundry masters, or even descendants of god-level powers, will do this."

A judge wearing a fiery red robe showed a smile on his face, and said softly: "The background of such characters is beyond the imagination of ordinary people."

Refining an eighth-level battle armor and war puppet in one hour involves not only the level of skill, but also the support behind it.

There are powerful spiritual training, enough preparations for spiritual materials, and various tools for processing semi-finished products.

Only those who fight for some honor choose such challenges.

Han Muye in front of the wooden case nodded.

Several judges showed smiles on their faces.

It's not a good thing to aim too high.

This craftsman who participated in the seventh-level trial may have good skills, but he must not have enough knowledge and is a little arrogant.

Otherwise, there would be no idea of ​​directly challenging level nine.

Today's young people have too many thoughts and unstable tempers, and they will drift away if they have a little ability.

"Okay, then I will refine a level eight battle armor within an hour." Han Muye's voice sounded.

The judges were taken aback for a moment, their faces froze slightly.

After waiting for a moment, everyone's eyes flashed brightly, and their expressions were different.

"Okay." The judge in front slowly turned calm and nodded.

"boom--"

In front of Han Muye, the spiritual fire exploded.

In an instant, the entire stone platform was filled with spiritual fire.

At least hundreds of spiritual fires intertwined and turned into a sea of ​​flames.

On top of so many spiritual fires, pieces of various spiritual materials were thrown up, suspended and rotated.

In such a scene, it was as if a hundred casting masters shot at the same time.

"The means of refining weapons in the big city?" A judge narrowed his eyes.

"Hmph, no wonder you're so arrogant, so you're from Dacheng." Another judge snorted softly, showing a hint of disdain on his face.

"A few years ago, I heard that there was a Dacheng weapon refiner who took advantage of the gap in the alliance trial. Using this quick way to refine the weapon, he surpassed the challenge and succeeded in the trial. Unexpectedly, we encountered it today."

An old man in a white robe shook his head with disgust in his eyes.

The others also shook their heads.

The expression of the ruling in the middle position remained unchanged, and he said in a deep voice: "The rules are the rules. The rules established by the alliance for thousands of years cannot be easily broken. Even if they take advantage of the loopholes, it is still a skill."

"Take a good look at his weapon refining. He can forge an eighth-level battle puppet armor in one hour. Few of you here can do it?"

Everyone stopped talking and began to watch Han Muye refine the eighth-level battle armor intently.

Han Muye did use the method of division of labor and cooperation.

Simplify all procedures and proceed step by step.

For the first time, a total of 15,360 parts were refined in layers on top of hundreds of flames. The first layer of spiritual material melted. When starting to shape, it was directly reversed so that the second and third Start forging.

For other polishing and seal cutting, he also turned them into semi-finished products directly on the flame, and then those parts disappeared from his hands like flowing water.

"Simplified the steps of seal cutting, all the spirit patterns are just one."

"At least three thousand parts have been added, and the spirit patterns are broken down by parts."

"Layered smelting reduces the time spent on spiritual fire consumption."

"All the time and skills have been used to the extreme. This is really the ultimate refinement."

Seeing Han Muye's refining method, the expressions on the faces of the judges became more and more surprised.

Regardless of whether Han Muye wanted to take advantage of the alliance's trial or not, the extreme technique he displayed at this time was already unbelievably strong.

Standing in front of the long table, Han Muye's mind was divided into thousands of parts, some controlled flames, some controlled spiritual materials, and some carved parts.

In front of him, there is also a phantom of a battle armor that only he can see, with tens of thousands of golden lights interlaced on it.

"Is this a combination of the Artifact Refining Technique of the Prehistoric Cosmic Civilization and the Artifact Refining Technique of the Galaxy Cosmic Civilization?" Han Muye's voice rang from a golden bird.

At this time, Han Muye's method of controlling fire and refining weapons is clearly a method in the prehistoric universe.

The disassembly of various refining tools and the splicing of parts are unique to the Galaxy Universe.

"Not only combination, but also innovation." There is emotion in the chaotic voice.

"In addition to these two inheritances, there is also the analysis of materials and the means of reorganizing and disassembling parts."

The Five Elements Stove has been silent.

There was a hint of a smile on Han Muye's face.

Now he just borrowed some control procedures known from his previous life, and simulated powerful computing power, turning all the refining process into programming.

very simple.

All the procedures are in an orderly manner, and pieces of parts quickly fly off the long table, and are stacked in layers at fixed positions.

Direct splicing.

At this time, all the parts of the battle frame are directly formed, and then quickly fall to the desired position of the battle frame.

A rapid prototyping of a battle armor visible to the naked eye.

This method is very similar to the kind of mold Han Muye saw in his previous life.

In less than an hour, a battle armor with streaks of golden halos had already taken shape.

The battle armor is eight feet high and is divided into three parts, the helmet, the armor body, and the inner armor.

Wearing this battle armor, you can protect your whole body.

On the back of the battle armor, there are three long and short war guns, two long knives, and one long sword.

The battle armor rotated and stood in place, like a war puppet.

Han Muye breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped back slowly.

He is now mastering more and more fusion skills, and more and more of his own creations.

Now he is extremely eager to obtain those high-level war puppets, and then break down the refining methods to obtain more advanced war puppets and armor refining methods.

The refining process of the prehistoric battle armor he has mastered has long been outdated and is not suitable for the current world.

The refining process of decomposition and transformation, division of labor and cooperation is the optimal solution.

It is impossible for him to do everything by himself, every battle armor and puppet is done by himself.

What he needs to do is to train more low-level refiners, and then let these low-level refiners take action to refine higher-level war puppet armor.

The Galaxy universe civilization is similar to the world before Han Muye's crossing, they all emphasize that man can conquer nature.

In Han Muye's imagination, what kind of scene would it be like when countless low-level craftsmen take action and forge battle armor and puppets with unprecedented or even prehistoric combat power?

He stood behind the stone platform, watching several judges walk to the front of the armor and take a closer look.

After a while, several judges looked at each other and nodded.

"I'm here to apply for a jump to the ninth-level trial." The judge who had promised Han Muye before returned to his original position, and his figure dispersed.

The others were also sitting in their seats, with upright figures and solemn expressions.

After a while, a series of light curtains rose.

Layers of masks cover the entire stone platform.

Then, around the stone platform, wooden chairs appeared.

A total of twenty-one figures landed around the stone platform.

Excluding the first seven rulings, fourteen more rulings came.

Twenty-one rulings occupy the surrounding space.

The fourteen new judges all had a strong aura impact on their bodies.

On the golden badges worn on their chests, there are streaks of colorful streamers flashing.

Holy class.

Saint-level foundry masters do not mean how high their cultivation base is, but they represent their refining skills, and they can independently refine the Tianhuang-level war puppet armor.

Of course, their task is mainly to maintain and repair the holy and god-level war puppet battle armor handed down from ancient times.

They didn't directly go forward to evaluate the battle armor, but watched Han Muye's refining process under the light of layers of light curtains reappeared.

Action, picture, sound.

an hour.

All the scenes reappeared, and within an hour, Han Muye went through the process of refining this armor completely again.

There was a gleam of light in Han Muye's eyes.

Almost everyone has no secrets about such means.

The techniques and skills he used to refine this armor just now will be stolen.

Maybe this is the price to pay for joining the alliance?

This should be a way and means for the Alliance to absorb fresh blood and supplement new refining and casting techniques.

Of course, the alliance will also pay corresponding benefits.

Every certified refining and casting master has the benefits and rights of the corresponding level.

This is also the reason why those refining and casting masters are willing to join the alliance.

"The differentiation and refining method of Dacheng." An old man with gray hair and pale golden armor whispered.

"It also has its own things. This method of disassembling parts seems to have its own charm." Another old man whispered softly.

"Hmph, the breakdown of skills in those big cities is getting finer and finer, and the craftsmen are going to be reduced to tools." An old man with disheveled hair, some torn clothes, and smoky dust groaned.

On the stone platform, several holy refiners nodded.

The refiners in those big cities are less and less concerned about inheritance, and only pay attention to whether their decomposition skills are efficient.

Many people do have the ability to specialize, but their background is extremely poor.

In the eyes of alliance powerhouses who care about inheritance, this class of refiners is not an orthodox refiner at all.

Can only be regarded as craftsmen.

"Everyone, there are some things that we can't change." A tall old man turned his head to look at the people around him, his gaze went to Han Muye, and then to the golden battle armor in front of him.

"Today's trial, pass or fail?"

Hearing his question, the others also looked at each other, and then their ratings flew down one by one.

This time, twenty-one people had to make the assessment.

There are high grades and middle grades, and seven of them rated low grades.

"Two-thirds of the evaluations are above average, and today's trial is passed."

"Among the local cities, the highest trial level is rated at level nine."

"If all nine-level refiners want to conduct holy trials, they need to come to the alliance headquarters with the proof of stationing after they have been stationed in a local city for a hundred years."

"The ninth-level refining and casting master has corresponding authority according to the strength level of the alliance in the city."

"Among all the cities within a million miles around, this authority is common."

"According to this assessment, the trainee Han Muye will be the fifth rank nine among the 852 large and small cities within a million miles."

"Within a million miles, there are two holy-level foundry masters. Han Muye has the authority that a ninth-level foundry master should have in the alliance."

...

There are a lot of various rights and obligations in total.

It took a quarter of an hour for several holy-level foundries to read out these regulations.

"Master Han chooses the city where he will stay, and will open the trading authority for the materials of the ninth-level refiner and the armor of the war puppet."

"Master Han's identity verification will be passed on to all cities of level nine and above within a million miles and a million miles away."

"Master Han's identity badge will be delivered by a person from the alliance headquarters, and the production and delivery time will be about three months."

Hierarchy and status are a wall.

When Han Muye didn't reach level nine, others looked at him as cold.

After he really obtained the nine-level certification, those rulings were not so cold.

In particular, several nine-level judges were eager to communicate with Han Muye.

Several holy judges even invited Han Muye to visit them.

Before leaving, everyone left their marks of identity.

"There is only a seventh-level certification badge here, so Master Han condescends first." The tall old man raised his hand, and the golden light gathered on the stone platform, forming a golden badge, landed in front of Han Muye.

There is no way, a city like Tacheng itself does not have the qualification for certification of level nine.

His ninth-level badge still needs to be delivered from the alliance headquarters.

Level 7 is level 7. For Han Muye, level 7 or level 9 is not much different.

What he wanted was the authority in the hands of the Tacheng Artifact Refining and Foundry Alliance.

To put it bluntly, it's a discount.

All the light curtains on the stone platform dissipated, leaving only him holding the badge in his hand and walking down slowly.

When he reached the entrance of the main hall, he stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

Ma Mingyuan, Wu Hua, and Yu Changdao who were guarding the door all raised their heads and looked at Han Muye.

The other four-level and five-level forging masters also raised their heads and stared at Han Muye.

As for the first few testers who came to the trial hall, as well as the second-level foundry master Zheng Jiang who led Han Muye to the trial hall, they stood in the distance and stretched their necks to watch.

"Isn't it really a level-7 certification?" The young man beside Zheng Jiang whispered.

So far, only the 70 or 80 people in front of the hall know that there is a strong craftsman in the city who wants to be certified as a seventh-level craftsman.

Everyone looked at Han Muye quietly.

Could it be that today really witnessed the birth of a seventh-level refining and casting master?

"Master Han, what's the result of today's certification?" Yu Changdao took a deep breath and asked softly.

Hearing his words, everyone held their breath.

Han Muye raised his hand, and in the palm of his hand, a golden emblem with a faint luster emerged.

Seventh grade!

It's really level seven!

The number one refiner in Tacheng!

Wu Hua beside Yu Changdao took a step back, raised his hands, bowed and shouted: "Wu Hua has met the chief craftsman."

chief!

The number one in Tacheng is naturally the chief craftsman in the Tacheng Craftsman Alliance.

Wu Hua, who had always been indifferent, was the first to bow to salute, which made Yu Changdao slightly dazed, and quickly bowed.

"Meet the chief refiner."

The others came back to their senses at this time, and they all bowed and saluted.

"Meet the chief refiner."

Han Muye showed a smile on his face, waved his hands and said, "You are too polite, we will be in Tacheng together in the future, we need to communicate more."

As he said that, he looked at Yu Changdao and the three of them, and coughed lightly: "Three giants, let's talk about the Artifact Master Alliance?"

Yu Chang said that the three of them looked at each other, and hurriedly said: "Don't dare to call yourself a giant, just ask the chief to call our elder."

"Chairman, please come with us."

Han Muye nodded, followed Yu Changdao and the three of them into the side hall.

It wasn't until Han Muye and the others closed the heavy door of the main hall that the people in the square outside the main hall burst into discussions.

"Chief, haha, I actually have a seventh-level chief in Tacheng!"

"Level 7, the era of the Big Three is over, and the Tacheng Artifact Refiner Alliance will be dominated by Level 7!"

"My Tacheng Artifact Refiner Alliance has been suppressed by the surrounding cities for countless years, this time I can finally feel proud!"

Those level 4 and level 5 refiners are looking forward to the future, as long as Chief Han gives some pointers, their forging skills will definitely continue to improve.

Others are also extremely excited.

The Tacheng Weapon Forging Alliance, which has a seventh-level refining and blacksmith, is completely different.

They no longer need to bow their heads in front of other city refiners.

"I don't know how long the chief will stay in Tacheng..." After the excitement, someone whispered again.

Zheng Jiang, who was not far away, could not hear anything at all at this time, and only felt a buzzing in his head.

The tester he received became the chief!

Not to mention what kind of rewards there will be, just because of this relationship, he will be able to walk sideways in the Artifact Master Alliance in the future.

"Brother Zheng Jiang, in the future, I still need to help my brother." The middle-aged craftsman beside him showed envy and said softly.

"Don't worry, I can pull you a few times." Zheng Jiang couldn't help it anymore, with a smile on his face.

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Tacheng, Armor Master Certification Hall.

At this time, a square was already full of people.

Some of these people are armor masters who came to authenticate, and some are spies sent by various families.

They all looked at the figure on the high platform showing the armor means.

"This He Yangsun is also very courageous. He dared to directly certify the second-level Armor Master." Someone muttered below.

"Hey, let him be certified." There was a smile on someone's face, and his eyes were full of light, "He was invincible when he was a trainee. At the first level, he probably has few opponents."

"This level two, among his peers in Tacheng, there are countless people who have crushed him."

Many armor masters around nodded.

Many people are already eager to try.

As long as He Yangsun has certified as a second-level armor master, he will directly challenge him.

At the beginning, this guy won a big family business by virtue of the challenge.

"boom--"

On the stage, He Yangsun controlled the battle armor, and completed all the procedures required for the trial of the second-level armor master in a satisfactory manner.

Power, speed, movement.

Then another second-level Armor Master stepped forward to conduct offensive and defensive drills with him.

The process is very smooth.

When the two returned to their respective positions, the three fourth-level Armor Masters sitting upright on the stage nodded.

"He Yangsun, passed the trial, certified as a Royal Armor Master, Level 2."

The big man sitting in the middle shouted, then turned his gaze down inadvertently.

Under the high platform, a young man in a martial robe nodded slightly and flew onto the stage.

"Level 2 Armor Master Zhao Ming is challenging He Yangsun—" Before the young man finished speaking, He Yangsun waved his hand.

Not up to the challenge?

A second-level armor master is unwilling to accept the challenge of a second-level armor master?

Although He Yangsun has just been certified as a second-level Armor Master, it is really invincible to challenge him at this time, but since he is on stage to challenge, you directly refuse, do you lack some courage?

"Hehe, it seems that the young master of the He family who is known as the leader of the young generation in Tacheng also has self-knowledge." Zhao Mingzheng chuckled, then put his hands behind his back, and said flatly: "I can give you time."

"How about a three-year contract?"

"Three years later, we will fight again."

So what for three years, even for three years, he, Zhao Mingzheng, dared to say that he would lose his temper by crushing He Yangsun directly.

A first-level Armor Master can grow a lot in three years, but he, Zhao Mingzheng, has already entered the second-level for more than three years, and in three years, he is 70% sure that he will have stepped into the third-level Armor Master.

When the time comes, He Yangsun might not even dare to lift his head in front of him.

Below, those armor masters who were just watching the fun showed smiles on their faces.

They know He Yangsun's reputation, he is a young hero with boundless glory, it is a joy to see him not dare to fight today.

"Brother Zhao," He Yangsun looked at Zhao Mingzheng on the high platform, with a calm expression on his face, and said, "It's not that I refuse to gamble, but I just feel that it's a bit unfair to win."

Victory without force?

Who is victorious?

Zhao Mingzheng was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud.

In the audience, many people laughed out loud.

Isn't there something wrong with what Shengzhibuwu said?

"He Yangsun, if you dare to fight, you can fight, if you don't dare to fight, you can go down by yourself." Zhao Ming's face turned sharp and he shouted.

He Yangsun nodded and said, "I dare to fight, but you really dare to take it?"

These words made Zhao Mingzheng's body surge with energy and blood, with a proud expression on his face: "As long as you fight, I, Zhao Mingzheng, will accompany you at any time!"

He Yangsun took a deep breath, looked at the gloating onlookers under the high stage, and then looked at the indifferent judgments on the stage.

The He family has no real masters.

So the He family is no longer an aristocratic family.

Although He Yangsun fought in the wilderness and defeated even the fourth level, those who escaped did not dare to disclose this matter at all.

At this time, in Tacheng, there are still not many people who really think highly of him, He Yangsun.

"Then, three days later, see you on the gambling arena." He Yangsun said loudly.

Zhao Ming showed joy on the front.

Anyway, he finally provoked He Yangsun to fight.

As for the bets for the fight later on, he doesn't need to act.

His Zhao family will naturally make a big bet.

With a chuckle, he turned around and was about to step off the stage when he heard He Yangsun's voice behind him.

"Everyone judges, I apply to continue the third-level Armor Master certification trial."

Level 3 Armor Master!

Under the high platform, everything was sluggish.

On the stage, the faces of the three judges turned solemn.

Zhao Mingzheng trembled all over, his eyes widened, and he turned his head slowly.

Behind him, He Yangsun was covered by a set of light red battle armor, filled with spiritual light and evil spirit, covering the high platform.

The strong evil spirit made Zhao Mingzheng's legs weak.

He Yangsun, who he wants to challenge, is now certified as a third-level Armor Master!