As soon as Bang Hai's voice fell, everyone moved.

Many people immediately took out the note-taking codex they carried with them, and some even hung the design of the armor directly on the workbench. After all, such a luxurious workbench is too much to say without fully experiencing it.

Of course, more Yanshi directly started the manufacturing process of parts or magnetic traction cores, obviously choosing to build Yanjia that was already familiar with the process.

However, there are also a very small number of people who began to draft the design drawings of the armor with their faces crying and lying on the case. They never imagined that the second assessment would be carried out in this form, and the current situation is naturally precarious.

However, it was not until this time that many people suddenly discovered that building Yanjia today is still very different from when they build it themselves on weekdays.

Yanshi is very quiet, and when building Yanjia, he is often alone. Even if it is co-produced with others, the partners are basically assistants who have known each other for many years, and the degree of tacit understanding is guaranteed.

But today, the quiet environment familiar to the Yanshi no longer exists. In its place, there was a cacophony of voices one after another. Many Yanshi, who were usually accustomed to listening to the sound of their own Yanjia and stepping on the rhythm point, all tightened their brows at this time.

In addition, behind them, two columns of Heavenly Forging Fort attendants were holding video recording armor and holding small notebooks, silently recording each Yanshi's every move. Although they were silent, the sense of surveillance that they brought to everyone was more frustrating than the noise.

This is a heart!

This kind of environment has a particularly serious impact on people who have such a sensitive five senses. But I saw that she unhurriedly took out a pair of earplugs from her pocket, stuffed them into her ears in a grand manner, and then buried her head in the creation of parts.

There are also many people who use methods such as these to block out noise. The other Yanshi saw that they had to follow suit, and those who didn't have earplugs simply used their spiritual power to close their hearing, and it was hard to work harder, but it was also clean in the end.

However, instead of using the relatively advanced tools on the workbench, Ren picked up the traditional and common tools and struck them with a clang.

It's not that she's confident in her craft. On the contrary, just because of things like lathes, she hadn't even seen them before!

As for the manufacture of the Glaive, she has been teaching herself almost entirely all these years. The theoretical knowledge is okay, but the scales and claws are not systematic. As for the actual hands, they are even more unfamiliar.

In the past few days, Ning Le has been exhausted just to correct some of the wrong methods and bad habits she exposed when she was building Yanjia, how can she expect her to master the operation methods of so many tools?

However, despite this, Ren still silently continued to advance his progress.

As for Ning Le, he directly started the production of the traction core.

He didn't use earplugs, nor did he close off his five senses, but neither the sounds around him nor the sight behind him seemed to have any effect on him at all.

Because this is too pediatric for him.

The two world-famous stunts of the Thousand Grass Pavilion are one of the refining of medicine and the production of poison. Whether it is a rare elixir that can help the Yanshi quickly restore his spiritual power, or a strange poison that is quenched on the Yanjia in order to exert various effects, the Thousand Grass Pavilion is all refined.

But in fact, the capital that really allowed him to rank among the four poles of the Yandao was another stunt that was the envy of all the Yanshi in the mainland.

Wartime damage control of the Glaive.

The core disciple of Qiancao Pavilion is also known as the damage management master by the people in the Yandao. The most powerful thing about damage managers is that they can quickly repair damaged armor even on battlefields with extremely unstable environmental conditions!

The art of damage management can be easily practiced without wanting to learn. If you want to become a damage management master who can be called a Yanjia nurse, the special skill called the secret of the Thousand Grass Pavilion is naturally the mystery.

Mo Tao is not a native of the Thousand Grass Pavilion, so naturally he will not have such a stunt. However, there are three thousand paths, and the core of the secret of the Thousand Grass Pavilion is nothing more than to solve the problem of how to get rid of all kinds of external interference when repairing the Yanjia.

Inspired by him, Mo Tao often deliberately interfered with Ning Le's efforts to make or repair his armor.

At the beginning, Ning Le was very angry with Mo Tao's behavior, and often reciprocated his life in his own way. At first, the two just deliberately made abnormal noises to scare each other, but in the end, they developed to the point of direct action.

After so many years, the two of them have reimbursed for the armor materials, and their value is definitely not expensive.

Although he still failed to figure out the mystery of the damage management technique, over time, Ning Le's immunity to external interference became stronger and stronger. Mo Tao's good intentions were not completely in vain after all.

Ning Le quickly entered the state, the speed in his hands became faster and faster, and his movements became more and more stable. But the vast majority of others are not so lucky.

External interference, to a greater or lesser extent, has affected them. Some hearts are not strong enough, after a series of small mistakes, after all, it is difficult to return, not to mention the psychological collapse, and the consumption of Yan spiritual power is also unsustainable.

The situation is slightly better, and more or less the price is paid for the mistakes that should not have occurred. Parts that could have been successfully built were forced to pay a high price in the end, which is a big blow in every sense of the word.

But at the same time, as everyone slowly became familiar with the unfamiliar environment, the atmosphere in the workshop gradually stabilized. Most of the Yanshi present are also considered to have been famous for a long time, and after some adjustments, the incidence of mistakes is gradually decreasing.

Over time, most of the Yanshi have reached the final assembly stage of the Yan's armor. And those who are still slow at the moment can basically announce their elimination in advance.

However, at this moment, a piercing voice tugged at the heartstrings of almost everyone present.

"It's done. ”

Qian Lang proudly looked at the works on his workbench and deliberately shouted loudly. In order to prevent anyone from being unable to hear, he even deliberately used the power of the Yan Spirit to transmit his voice, and his motive was naturally self-evident.

This bastard!

Isn't it just relying on the benefits of the thirty-six weapons of a thousand grasses?

His heart can be punished!

Countless people cursed in their hearts, but they quickly reined in their minds. If it is shaken because of this, it is the trick of the real Qian Lang.

Qian Lang, who had completed the production of the armor in advance, did not rush to hand in the finished product, but began to scan the surroundings with great interest. Among them, what he pays the most attention to is naturally Ren and Ningle, who have a deep bitter enmity with him.

And when he saw the situation on the workbench at this time, Qian Lang couldn't help laughing insolently: "Hey, what are you doing?"

I saw that there were still piles of various parts on her entire workbench, and she hadn't started assembling them yet.

What makes Qian Lang even more amused is that at this moment, Ren has already completed a lot of magnetic traction cores in his hand, and there is also one in his hand that is being carved, but all of them are small and streamlined, and it can be seen at a glance that its power is absolutely pitiful.

"No, you're not going to just do this little, are you?"

Seeing that Ren ignored him, Qian Lang continued to laugh loudly: "The assessment requirements are clear, create a piece of armor." Could it be that you still want to rely on these little rags to win by quantity? Don't be ashamed!"

Ren still didn't react, and continued the work at hand in an orderly manner.

“...... Hmph, I can't hear you, do you? ”

Qian Lang's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and he grabbed a part that had been accidentally scrapped before, and threw it at Ren.

"What are you doing?!" Ning Le dodged to Ren Li's workbench and blocked the blow for her.

"I just slipped my hand. Qian Lang laughed cruelly, but there was an extra ink stone in his hand again, "Hey, my hand slipped again!"

This time, he used his spiritual power.

The target was the armor on Ningle's workbench, which was also nearing the end of assembly.