Mr. Wu's worries are not unreasonable.

In order to maximize the success rate, Ning Le sacrificed speed to maintain a good repair rhythm. But the extended time also means that the consumption of Yan Spirit Power increases.

At the same time, as time progresses, the difficulty of Yanshi will increase geometrically if he wants to continue to maintain the accuracy of his control over Yan's spiritual power.

And the most difficult part of the whole repair process is precisely the part that starts with the core at the end.

"Hmm...... Huh?"

Just when the thought of Shopkeeper Wu flashed, the repair of the Yan Armor also happened to come to the stage of repairing the core. However, at this moment, Ning Le's movements suddenly stopped.

"Is it really too reluctant...... shopkeeper Wu sighed in his heart. At this time, if the rhythm is broken, you can basically declare that your previous efforts are gone. Not to mention that I still want to use such a technique as six fingers and four weapons.

On the other hand, Qian Lang secretly breathed a long sigh at this moment.

After discovering that Ning Le was consciously controlling the rhythm, Qian Lang's heart was full of a trace of malaise.

Ever since he had possessed the Thirty-Six Weapons of Chigusa, he had given up the pursuit of this technique—but before that, he had not tried it, but he had never mastered it.

Therefore, he also knows how difficult it is to maintain this rhythm all the time.

If Ning Le succeeded in repairing the mermaid waiter, I am afraid that even a layman who watched the excitement would be able to see the huge gap between the two in Yanshu!

Fortunately, at the most critical time, Ning Le's rhythm was finally broken. No matter how gorgeous and smooth his operation was before, but in this way, I am afraid that he will not be able to successfully repair the mermaid waiter, right?

In that case, how can it be said that his art is above himself?

Thinking of this, Qian Lang's eyes once again flashed with a hint of triumph.

He wanted to turn his head to find the girl who had spoken disrespectfully before, and the sarcasm slipped into his mouth. But at this moment, the crowd suddenly burst into a low cry again.

"Oh-"

What's wrong? Qian Lang was stunned for a moment, and looked at the field again along everyone's line of sight.

It turned out that after a short pause, Ning Le moved again.

"Oh, what. Haven't you still given up after coming to this point?" Qian Lang smiled contemptuously, no longer looking at Ning Le, but looking at the crowd, "...... Hey, where's the little girl?"

"I'm afraid that the situation is not good, so I will sneak away......"

Fu Lai also looked around for a while, sneered, but then his tone changed abruptly: "Less, young master?!"

"Huh?" Qian Lang turned his head to look at his loyal servant, and then followed his gaze to the middle of the field, and his expression suddenly became strange.

This, isn't this really messing around?!

The same thought exploded in the hearts of countless people.

I saw that the movements of Ning Le's hands were getting faster and faster, and soon reached a level where the human eye could not see clearly, and then several seemingly slow ghosts were generated.

Anyone with a little common sense knows that this is clearly a situation that only occurs when the speed reaches a certain level!

"This ......" Wu's shopkeeper's forehead was twisted into a Sichuan character. The speed of this hand is as fast as it gets, but I can't see any rules at all?!

Even if he had never seen it with his own eyes before, he was sure that this was definitely not some kind of six-finger and four-weapon method!

Is this really repairing the armor? Or is it a free fight after the rhythm cannot be maintained, or is it simply breaking the jar after the skills are exhausted?

"Shopkeeper!"

Just when he was full of doubts, a Golden Scale Pavilion servant trotted out of the inn and whispered a few words in the ear of Shopkeeper Wu.

"Huh?!" Shopkeeper Wu's eyes froze slightly, and he couldn't help but glance back at the little guy.

The little guy looked at Shopkeeper Wu and nodded affirmatively.

"......" Shopkeeper Wu lowered his head and muttered for a moment, then looked at Ning Le again. And this time, his eyes were full of surprise and incomprehension.

Ding——

At this moment, Ning Le's movements came to an abrupt halt like a storm, and a crisp sound accompanied by a slight turning sound pierced the eardrums of everyone present.

Immediately after, the merfolk attendant's eyes lit up with a blue glow that marked normal functioning.

The audience was silent.

An uproar ensued.

"Cheng, it worked?!"

"Looks like it's really done! I'm not mistaken, right?"

"Did any of you see what was going on?"

"This kid...... What the hell is sacred? What the hell is going on with that hand speed rush just now?"

Shopkeeper Wu was one of the few people who came back to his senses the fastest. He came to Ning Le in three or two steps and bowed deeply: "Please forgive the old man for being clumsy." I haven't asked the little brother Gao's surname and name, which senior master did he learn from?"

Ning Le slowly raised his head and grinned at the shopkeeper Wu, but he startled the other party.

It was only at this time that everyone found that Ning Le was already described as withered, his face was pale, his eye sockets were deep, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. The whole person sat on the ground, shaky, but he couldn't say a word.

Shopkeeper Wu immediately reacted, this was the performance of Yan Ling's power after being extremely overdrawn, and hurriedly exclaimed: "Hurry!

A little servant of the Golden Scale Pavilion quickly brought a bowl of fragrant tea that seemed to have been prepared a long time ago. Shopkeeper Wu quickly took it, hugged Ning Le, and carefully fed the fragrant tea into his mouth.

At the entrance of fragrant tea, Ning Le only felt that the Lingtai was clear for a while, and subconsciously drank two large sips. A wave of warmth quickly spread through his body, spreading into his limbs. The uncomfortable feeling of prostration was quickly relieved.

"Drink slowly, be careful not to choke. Shopkeeper Wu said while agreeing to him.

Ning Le didn't care about this, and in three or two bites, a big bowl of fragrant tea was served.

I don't know what this fragrant tea is made of, but it seems to have an excellent effect on the overdraft of Yan's spiritual power. Soon, a trace of blood regained on Ning Le's face, which made Shopkeeper Wu breathe a sigh of relief.

Ning Le didn't rush to get up, but closed his eyes and rested for a while. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were clear.

"Thank you, Mr. Wu......"

"That's how it should be, little brother doesn't have to say thank you. Shopkeeper Wu shook his head lightly at him, then turned his head and said loudly, "Come on, help this little brother go to the room to rest." The rest of the matters will be discussed after the little brother has fully recovered!"

Realizing that Ning Le had finally passed the assessment of the Golden Scale Pavilion, there was a burst of applause and cheers around him. But at the same time, many people have noticed a small difference.

After Qian Lang repaired the armor, the clouds were light and light, but Ning Le was tossed into a human form. And unlike Qian Lang who was welcomed into the No. 2 room of Tianzi, Ning Le was just sent to the "upper room" to rest. The Golden Scale Pavilion's different attitudes towards the two of them can not be explained that Ning Le's Yanshu is not better than Qian Lang's?

Qian Lang also heard the meaning of Shopkeeper Wu's words, and became more and more arrogant.

He snorted twice, came to the mermaid waiter who had been repaired by Ning Le to take a closer look, and couldn't help but exclaim with joy: "It's really an eye-opener for Qian! It turns out that the armor repaired by the method of 'six fingers and four weapons' is this virtue, admire, admire! Hahaha......"

He smiled as he spun the merfolk waiter in a half-circle so that he could face the crowd at the back of the access window.

"Huh?"

"This ......"

Whispers rang out again.

Most people knew in their hearts that Ning Le's last burst of unorganized hand speed was not related to the legendary almost lost magic skill "Six Fingers and Four Weapons Rushing In".

But this chaotic wiring, criss-crossing and entangled with each other, blocked the entire access to a tight scene, which was still beyond everyone's expectations.