Zhang Qingyang judged that there must be a trick in it.

Holding the diary, Zhang Qingyang flipped through it with full attention, focusing mainly on keywords such as mental power and soul flying hammer.

After reading it several times, I finally found it in an inconspicuous sentence. After Zhang Tiezhu's Soul Flying Hammer was thrown, it could be recovered.

This is an extremely critical point, but Zhang Tiezhu didn't take it seriously, so when describing the Soul Flying Hammer, Zhang Tiezhu didn't say how to take it back.

Zhang Qingyang flipped through the diary several times, but still didn't find any clues.

"Alas. Zhang Qingyang sighed, there is no way to put such a Ma Daha ancestor on the stall.

"I can only fumble around. Zhang Qingyang cheered up and began to think seriously about what to do. "How can I take it back? Maybe I should first use my mental power to make something that functions as a magnet, or a machine that can generate a huge amount of suction power, and after the brick is thrown, it can be sucked back. ”

No matter how you think about it, it ultimately comes down to practice.

Zhang Qingyang once again sank his mind into the inner universe and began to build a machine capable of generating huge suction power.

I did it for a long time, and finally an hour later, a simple, ugly, weird-looking thing like an enlarged vacuum cleaner was born in Zhang Qingyang's hands.

"Open!"

There was a huge roar, a huge suction, and suddenly the spiritual power from all directions was quickly sucked to this side.

"Haha, it looks good. Zhang Qingyang looked at the strange things born in his hands with satisfaction, how to look at it and how satisfied. And actively ignore the ugliness and roughness of this machine.

Zhang Qingyang took the initiative to withdraw from the inner universe, browsed through the room, and finally set his eyes on a book.

"I'll use this book as a target experiment. Zhang Qingyang stared at the book, "Go for the Soul Brick!"

Zhang Qingyang snorted, but he didn't feel anything. There was no discomfort in the head, and it was clear that the heart bricks were not thrown.

"Hey, why was it so easy to throw it before. Zhang Qingyang frowned, and the hideous and nasty faces of Liu Hou and the three of them appeared in his mind.

Zhang Qingyang's emotions suddenly surged, as if something was about to stir in his mind. "Yes, that's it. ”

He intelligently mobilized his emotions to guide the soul bricks in the inner universe, and his emotions became more and more intense, and the frequency of the soul bricks shaking became faster and faster.

With a "whoosh", Zhang Qingyang seemed to have the sound of bricks breaking through the air in his head, and the book he was looking at with wide eyes shook slightly. Then Zhang Qingyang felt a sudden sharp pain in his brain, as if he had been hit on the head by a frying pan.

I was too nervous at noon, and I didn't feel much yet, but the sharp pain at this time made Zhang Qingyang, who was not prepared, suffer.

Holding his head and moaning quietly for a while, the pain gradually subsided.

Zhang Qingyang shook his head, looked up at the book that was standing, and it was still standing.

"Well, it seems that the Soul Plate is not as strong as I thought. Zhang Qingyang stood up, approached the standing book, and looked at it carefully.

"No, no, Liu Hou and his subordinates reacted violently. They won't pretend to me, that's the real reaction. Zhang Qingyang pondered, "That is to say, in fact, the soul bricks are only effective for living beings. Well, no, that book just shook a little, which shows that the soul bricks are still effective. It's just that the effect on inanimate is weaker, and the effect on animate is more prominent. ”

"Now let's see if that brick has been sucked back. Zhang Qingyang sat cross-legged for a while before he got rid of the effects of pain and immersed himself in the inner universe.

"One, two, three......" Zhang Qingyang counted the number and was directly silent.

The high-powered vacuum cleaner was still on, but the bricks were not sucked back.

This makes people angry. A brick was wasted in vain, and it turned out to be useless.

"Forget it, I don't understand the research for a while, so let's build the bridge of the mind first. ”

Zhang Qingyang struggled to compress his mental power, "I seem to have overlooked something?"

Suddenly, when his eyes fell on the high-power vacuum cleaner that was still absorbing spiritual power, he suddenly realized.

Although this ugly guy can't suck the bricks back, it absorbs the spiritual power of the inner universe, and it's much faster than pulling it manually.

In addition, is it possible to modify it to make it have both compression and brick-making functions?

This is the inner universe, and it doesn't need to be completely physical.

This ugly guy seems to have opened a window for him to let his imagination run wild, and it is out of control.

It took two hours for Zhang Qingyang to build a compressor that was connected to the vacuum cleaner through pipes through continuous testing and improvement.

It took another hour to build a machine capable of producing spiritual power bricks on an assembly line. It is connected by a pipeline to a compressor.

And so, an even more weird, ugly machine was born.

After some tossing, Zhang Qingyang was also tired in the inner universe, and his spiritual power was basically consumed.

Reluctantly used the little spiritual power he had left, he did an experiment, and sure enough, he created a standard soul brick.

"Great! It seems that imagination is the key to cultivating the bridge of the mind!" Zhang Qingyang yawned, dragged his extremely tired body, climbed into bed, and fell asleep the moment he closed his eyes.

Before dawn the next morning, Zhang Qingyang suddenly opened his eyes in bed.

I struggled to get up and wash, and was about to go out for a run, when I suddenly remembered that I would have to replace my morning exercise by running to Nanling Academy in the future.

Since it has risen, it can't be wasted, so let's build a few bricks first.

Early winter mornings, very dark and quiet.

In the quiet atmosphere, Zhang Qingyang's consciousness instantly sank into the inner universe.

"Why is the sky of the Inner Universe so ethereal today?" In Zhang Qingyang's "eyes", the sky of the Inner Universe seemed to be much cleaner than in the past, and it seemed that there was a lot less of spiritual power.

Zhang Qingyang suddenly became a spirit, and he lost a lot of spiritual power?

"Hey, what is this?" Zhang Qingyang looked at the machine that had been working, "It seems that I forgot to turn off the machine before going to bed yesterday." ”

"How could there be a small pile of spiritual power plate bricks?" The next moment, the frightened Zhang Qingyang was completely awake, "No, that is to say, while I am sleeping, this machine has been running, absorbing the spiritual power in the inner universe, and then compressing it through this pipe, and then making spiritual power plate bricks through this pipe." ”

"After absorbing so much mental energy from me, it's no wonder that when I woke up this morning, I didn't feel very good. Zhang Qingyang looked at the machine that was still running to make bricks and began to ponder.

"It's easy to save trouble and time, but it doesn't work, it keeps absorbing my mental energy, and I'm more likely to feel tired and low than usual. Gotta figure figure it out. ”

"Let your imagination go. ”

"Let your imagination go. ”

......

"There it is, I set a standard for it, and when the spiritual power in the inner universe exceeds three-quarters of my total spiritual power, it will be activated. Otherwise, rest. ”