In the second class classroom of the War Armor Department, an old man with gray hair stood on the podium, explaining the precautions for refining basic War Armor.
He looked serious and meticulous, but his heart was full of helplessness.
Just because all the students' eyes were not on him, but at Ling Xian in the last row.
The female students, in particular, were even more brilliant and stared at him without blinking.
It was as if that ordinary and dull face suddenly became handsome.
There was no way, what Ling Xian did was too amazing, first tearing the black iron battle armor with his bare hands, and then pulling the teaching director off the stage.
The most important thing is that he has some kind of connection with Qin Bing.
How could such a man with strength and background not attract the attention of women Therefore, these students had no intention of listening to the old man's lectures, even if this person was a professor of the War Armor Department and a senior armor maker.
There was only one person who listened carefully, and that was Ling Xian.
In other words, he was already able to refine the basic armor.
Of course, this is only theoretical, and whether he can succeed or not depends on his state.
After all, there are tens of thousands of armor parts, and if you miss the slightest bit, your efforts will be wasted.
And looking at Ling Xian, who was listening attentively, the old man was relieved, especially when he was the only one who was serious, and the relief reached its peak.
At the moment, the old man became more and more serious, and told all the knowledge he knew about the basic battle armor.
In fact, this was second-grade knowledge, but he saw that Ling Xian was studious, and he didn't want to listen to anything else, so he said it.
After speaking, he looked at Ling Xian and asked with a smile, "What's your name?"
"Ling Feng."
Ling Xian got up and put on a fake name.
"You understand what I just said," the old man asked kindly.
"I've realized most of it."
Ling Xian smiled, he actually understood everything, but he didn't want to be in the limelight, so he was humble.
"If you don't understand, I'll talk about it again."
The old man believed it.
This made Ling Xian stunned, and then smiled bitterly.
He was just a pretext to avoid being in the limelight, but he didn't expect the old man to love him so much.
It's good, it's self-defeating.
"Okay, you Lingfeng, it turned out to be modest."
After thinking for a while, the old man understood the reason, and said with a smile: "Good boy, I actually understand everything, this is a second-grade course." ” "The professor has won the prize."
Ling Xian smiled faintly.
"Well, now that you've learned the theory, it's time to put it into practice."
The old man pondered for a moment and said, "In this way, you can start refining now, and if there is anything wrong, I can correct it immediately." ” "Here," Ling Xian was stunned and said, "But I don't have the materials." ” "It's okay, I have."
The old man waved his hand.
"It's embarrassing to forget it."
Ling Xian refused politely, first, he didn't want to be in the limelight, and second, he didn't want to owe favors.
"Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, not like a man."
The old man glared at Ling Xian, waved his hand and threw out the materials, and said, "I don't feel sorry for the materials, what are you embarrassed about?"
"Okay."
Ling Xian smiled bitterly, arched his hand towards the old man, and then walked onto the podium.
Everyone's eyes also followed him to the podium, obviously showing a little disfavor.
The basic Warframe sounds simple, but it's actually very difficult to refine.
Generally speaking, only fourth-year students, or intermediate armor makers, are qualified to refine.
And Ling Xian was only a freshman in the first year, so everyone naturally didn't think that he could refine it.
Even the old man, who had high hopes for him, thought so.
He looked at Ling Xian kindly and said, "Don't be nervous, if you can refine one-tenth of the parts, you will be considered successful." ” "I understand."
Ling Xian smiled faintly, before listening to the old man's explanation, he could already complete all the parts independently, and now that he had mastered it, he was confident that he would succeed in one fell swoop.
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At that moment, he immersed himself in his mind and began to refine.
After that, everyone, including the old man, fell into a continuous shock.
I saw Ling Xian pinching it with his hands, flowing smoothly, like a grandmaster, refining one part after another.
Moreover, his speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of parts had already been refined.
This made everyone stunned, even the elderly, who felt a little shocked.
Supposedly, he shouldn't be shocked, because he is a high-level armor maker, and it would be easy to do such a thing.
But don't forget, Ling Xian's identity at the moment, but he was a freshman in the first year of the Battle Armor Department, so he was naturally shocked.
"Buildable Material" The old man gave Ling Xian an evaluation in his heart, but soon, this evaluation was subverted.
It's not that I don't think Ling Xian is worthy of this time, but this word is not worthy of Ling Xian.
The speed of his refining is too fast, and the finished product is too good, combined with the fact that he has only been in contact with the battle armor for a few days, he can fully afford the word genius.
"He's really a first-year freshman, how do I think he's a fourth-year senior, and he's the best of them" "I also feel this way, first-year freshman, how can I do this?"
"This is probably a genius, not something we can match."
There was a lot of discussion, some shocked, some frustrated.
At this time, Ling Xian had already refined thousands of parts, and although he was still 108,000 miles away from completion, it gave everyone a feeling that he would succeed.
"What a genius, is it difficult for him to be able to refine it" The old man sighed that his evaluation of Ling Xian had changed from a genius to a genius, and it was still being refreshed.
Ling Xian didn't know anything about this.
He was completely immersed in the world of Warframe, focusing on refining parts.
One part after another is generated from his hands, more and more, and faster and faster.
In the end, everyone could no longer see the refining process, only seeing parts one by one, constantly falling to the ground.
Time passed bit by bit.
Ling Xian was immersed in refining, and everyone was also immersed in shock.
They all forgot about the passage of time and stared at Ling Xian tightly, wanting to see if he could succeed.
Five hours later, Ling Xian refined all the parts, which made everyone feel incredible.
That's tens of thousands of parts, and even if it were made by a few people, it would take a day.
However, Ling Xian did it independently, which was simply incredible "I don't know, will he succeed" One muttered, his eyes glinting with anticipation.
The same is true of the people.
Refining all the parts is not the point, the focus is whether it can be successfully combined, only in this way can it be considered a real success.
And under the watchful eye, Ling Xian's sleeves flicked up, and all the parts were automatically combined.
After a few breaths, a basic battle armor appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and its tall body gave people an indescribable shock.
It stands like a mountain, and it also brings unprecedented shock.
Even the old man, who was a senior armor maker, was in a tremor at this moment.
He looked at the standing battle armor, moved his gaze to Ling Xian, and slowly spat out two words.
"Demons
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