Moreover, if we want to make it a reality, we will need to make all kinds of improvements and adaptations. The most troublesome thing is that it also requires countless kinds of precise, even irreplaceable material parts, as well as the necessary conditions, to compose.

The reality is not to watch a movie, see Tony's big, and tinker in a broken cave, you can make a shoddy version of Iron Man.

Don't forget that a genius inventor like Tony is not an ordinary person, he is not only the protagonist, but also the 'money ability'.

Another 'money ability', Bruce Wayne, is also a super local tyrant krypton gold player.

Therefore, whether it is art or reality, it has already been told to you, krypton...... to become stronger.

Otherwise, it can only be the same as those sand sculpture villains of Marvel, with no money...... Can only mutate.

Looking back, Yan Yu directly ignored the [Primary Manufacturing] thing, he didn't have so much money to do it, and he didn't have so much time to do it.

In fact, he prefers [primary learning], but now in the world of "Factory and Guard", he doesn't need to specialize in science and technology, and it is in vain to order it. The same goes for the Thermal Weapon Mastery.

The other specialized skills are already full, and even if he fuses skills, his current 6* skill points are far from enough.

In a sense, for the time being, he has reached a bottleneck......

"Lockdown?"

Yan glanced at the city wall behind him with disdain, carried a wooden box, and walked slowly in the direction of the capital.

After this incident, when these people calm down, they will die down, and with the death of King Ping, all the turmoil will disappear.

As for King Ping...... Maybe there will be a sentence written in the history books: King Ping is sick, and the second son rebels, and he should be punished!

——

Jingle bell~

When Chang~

The crisp bells rang one after another in the donkey's shaking head.

"Uncle, what are you doing there?" Yan Yu leaned on the car and turned his head to ask the old man who was also lying next to him.

After leaving the city, Yan Yu put King Ping's head in lime and put it at a contact point in Dongchang, so that Fanzi could be transported to the capital at an expedited speed.

And he, he needs a little time to take a good break.

After all, Yan Yu is not a murderous BT, and with one hundred and ten more lives on his hands in one night, he will naturally feel a little uncomfortable.

It's not psychological guilt, but sighing, or ...... Lament?

Soon after walking on the road, he met a kind man, this old man drove a donkey cart, the purpose was not to the capital, but to go to the capital one way.

The old man's ears were a little difficult, but he still understood Yan Yu's words clearly, and said with a smile: "Ah, I went there to find the old man's son, and look at the old man's little grandson." ”

Yan Yu replied: "Haha, uncle, you are really good, you are accompanied by your children, and you are happy on your knees." ”

Happiness......

In fact, if he could, he didn't want to kill anyone, he still had that salted fish in his bones.

It's a pity that the system is such an unlucky thing.

I don't know what the system values about him, MMP, how good it is to be a salted fish, nothing to turn over, and a lifetime without desire.

A few days later.

Yan Yu and the old man were separated, and the other party's son also knew how dangerous it was for an old man to come alone, so in order to repay him, he specially invited Yan Yu to have a meal.

Yan Yu was alone and hit the road again.

Only this time, his luck seemed to run out.

——

"I didn't expect that he would send you over, isn't there anyone who makes you remember Suzaku's death?"

Xuanwu smiled: "Everything, if you don't try it, how will you know the result?"

"The result is going to be dead. ”

Yan Yu also smiled, but as he spoke, his attention was not all on Xuanwu.

That's right, he didn't believe that the other party knew that Suzaku died at his hands, and Hao Xinghe and Qinglong had fought with him one after another.

In such a wise case, the other party will still send Xuanwu alone?

Yan Yu felt that as long as the eldest prince didn't have a hole in his brain, he wouldn't do this kind of thing, and it was always safer to have more people than fewer people...... Much safer.

Jingling......

With a light crisp sound, a trace of surprise clearly appeared on Yan Yu's face, but his movements were not slow, and with one hand on the horse's back, the person jumped up in the air like a flying swallow.

Almost at the same time, with a whine from the horse, two sharp cones quickly burrowed two bloody holes in it. Break the saddle and fly diagonally.

In the middle of the air, the sound of friction like a mountain spring sounded.

The ancient sword was held in his palm in an instant, and it was a simple and clear straight slash, and the bright blade of the sword was like a crescent moon, pointing directly at the opponent's forehead.

Xuanwu's heart sank, he didn't dare to be careless, the double knives were crossed like electricity, and people were like Gu Ding, taking root and standing.

Bang!

Xuanwu was like being struck by lightning, and when the whole person came into contact with the force on the blade, his face suddenly turned red.

I saw that his body sank obviously, he turned back on the spot, stood up and took a few steps back, before he completely unloaded his strength.

And at the moment when the swords collided, a large area of sand and hard stones burst out of the ground in vain, and a slender figure, holding a bright Emei thorn, stabbed under Yan Yu's crotch from the bottom up.

"I expected it. Yan Yu heard the wind below him, the corners of his mouth moved, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

With a muffled whining sound, the sword box flipped several times, knocking open the Emei thorn like an iron rod, and the ancient sword drew an arc and slashed directly at the opponent's heavenly spirit.

The guy coming out from below was obviously a woman, and the layers of gauze still couldn't hide her bumpy curves. She bent down and tilted her head back.

With a soft thud, the tip of the sword swept through her hair, severing the headband, followed by her forehead, nose, and chin, and sliced her gown through the four-finger groove with precision.

Yan Yu landed on the ground and stood with his sword in hand. Looking at the two people in front of him from afar, his gaze stayed on the woman for a moment, and a touch of clarity rose in his eyes: "Lu Zhuchen?"

"She is now, her name is Suzaku. Xuanwu grinned, although the sneak attack failed, he was not discouraged, and there was a great chance of two to one.

"Oh~...... I see, for revenge?"

Yan Yu glanced at her, and the last emotional fluctuation in his eyes quickly disappeared: "Your family is also quite lonely down there, why don't you go and accompany them." ”

"Death!"

"Kill!"

Compared to the duo with obvious emotions, Yan Yu is obviously more like a trained killing machine, or rather...... Dead man.

Every sword, every style, moves like thunder, fast as lightning, pointing directly at the vital point, without any intention of procrastinating.

What made the two Xuanwu secretly complain was that his strength was too great, and if it weren't for the actual fight, they would rather believe that the other party had an iron rod in their hands.

In just half a minute, dozens of moves have been handed in.

The three of them parted tacitly, and Yan Yu's pocket was split in half, revealing his true face, and the strength on his body was full of tiny holes and scratches.