In one hour, refine the eighth-level battle armor, or the eighth-level battle puppet.

Not to mention one hour, even ten hours, it is difficult to refine it.

This is an eighth-level battle puppet battle armor, and it is not a first-level or two-level battlearm.

The eighth-level battle puppet armor alone requires tens of thousands of parts, not to mention all kinds of high-level spiritual materials, many of which are difficult to melt and need to be constantly polished.

Moreover, each part must also be engraved with a spirit pattern, and a ninth-level refining caster will go all out, and it is difficult to carve out the spirit pattern on 10,000 parts at one time, and it needs to be trimmed.

Therefore, in the opinion of these ninth-level rulings, it is simply impossible to refine an eighth-level battle puppet battle armor in one hour.

The normal eighth-level and ninth-level trial process is not like this.

This is a super difficult trial that Han Muye said directly jumped from level seven to level nine.

"Hehe, Xiaoyou, this kind of trial that directly jumps to the ninth level, only a few descendants of saint-level casting masters, and even the descendants of god-level powerhouses, will do this."

A judge in a flaming red robe had a smile on his face and said softly: "The background of such a character is not something that ordinary people can imagine. ”

Refining an eighth-level battle armor battle puppet in one hour involves not only the skill level, but also the support of the power behind it.

There is a strong spiritual training, enough spiritual material preparation, and a variety of semi-finished processing tools.

Only those who fight for some honor will choose such challenges.

Han Muye in front of the eucalyptus nodded.

Several of the judges smiled.

It's not a good thing to be ambitious.

This alchemist who participated in the seventh-level trial may have good skills, but he must not have enough knowledge and is a little arrogant.

Otherwise, there would be no idea of directly challenging level 9.

Today's young people have too many thoughts and uncertain temperaments, and they will float with a little ability.

"Okay, then I'll refine an eighth-level battle armor in one hour." Han Muye's voice sounded.

Several rulings were stunned, and their faces froze slightly.

After an instant, everyone's eyes flashed with crystal, and their expressions were different.

"Okay." The ruling in front of him slowly turned calm and nodded.

"Boom-"

In front of Han Muye, the spiritual fire exploded.

In an instant, the entire stone platform was full of spiritual fire.

At least hundreds of spiritual fires intertwined, turning into a sea of fire.

On top of so many spiritual fires, pieces of various spiritual materials were thrown up, suspended and rotated.

It was as if a hundred foundries were shooting at the same time.

"The means of the Great City Flowing Water Refinery?" One of the adjudicators narrowed his eyes.

"Hmph, no wonder it's so arrogant, it turns out to be from Ayutthaya." The other adjudicator snorted, a hint of disdain on his face.

"A few years ago, I heard that a Dacheng refiner took advantage of the loophole of the alliance trial, and used this method of rapid refining to successfully challenge the trial, but I didn't expect that we would encounter it today."

An old man in a white robe shook his head, a look of disgust in his eyes.

Several others shook their heads.

The verdict in the middle position remained unchanged, and said in a deep voice: "Rules are rules, the alliance has established countless rules for thousands of years, and it is impossible to break them easily, even if people take advantage of loopholes, they are also capable." ”

"Take a good look at his refining weapon, casting an eighth-level battle puppet battle armor in one hour, few of you here can do it, right?"

Everyone stopped talking and began to concentrate on Han Muye's attempt to refine the eighth-level battle armor.

Han Muye is indeed using the way of division of labor and cooperation.

All the processes are simplified and then carried out step by step.

The first time, a total of fifteen thousand three hundred and sixty pieces of parts were refined in layers on top of the hundred flames, and when the first layer of spiritual materials melted and began to shape, they were directly reversed, allowing the second and third pieces to start forging.

The other polishing, seal carving, he also turned into semi-finished products directly on the flame, and then those parts disappeared from his hands like flowing water.

"The steps of seal carving have been simplified, and all the spirit patterns are just one."

"At least three thousand parts have been added, and the parts are relied on to decompose the spirit pattern."

"Stacked smelting, reducing the time it takes for spiritual fire to consume empty waste."

"All the time and skills have been used to the extreme, this is really the ultimate refining weapon."

Really looking at Han Muye's refining method, the expressions on the faces of several judges became more and more surprised.

Regardless of whether Han Muye wanted to exploit the loopholes of the alliance trial, the extreme technique he showed at this time was already a rare strength.

Han Muye stood in front of the long eucalyptus, and his mind was divided into thousands of parts, some controlled the flames, some controlled the spiritual materials, and some carved parts.

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In front of him, there was also a war-armor phantom that only he could see, and tens of thousands of golden lights interlaced on it.

"This is a combination of the alchemy of the Flood Desolate Universe Civilization and the alchemy of the Galactic Universe Civilization?" Han Muye's ears sounded with the sound of a golden bird.

At this time, Han Muye's method of controlling the fire refining device was clearly a technique in the desolate universe.

The decomposition of various refining tools and the splicing of parts are unique to the galaxy universe.

"It's not just about combining, it's about innovation." There was emotion in the chaotic voice.

"In addition to these two inheritances, there is also the analysis of materials and the means of reassembling and decomposing parts."

The Five Elements Divine Furnace was already silent.

Han Muye had a smile on his face.

Now he just borrowed some of the control processes he knew in his previous life, and simulated the powerful computing power, turning all the refining processes into programming.

Very simple.

All the procedures are orderly, and the parts quickly fly down the eucalyptus and are stacked in layers in a fixed position.

Direct splicing.

At this point, all Warframe parts are directly formed, and then quickly fall into the desired position of the Warframe.

A piece of warframe is visible to the naked eye in rapid prototyping.

This method is very similar to the kind of plastic mold that Han Muye saw in his previous life.

Before the hour had arrived, a battle armor with a golden halo had already taken shape.

The armor is eight feet tall and is divided into three parts, the helmet, the armor, and the inner armor.

Wearing this armor will protect your whole body.

Behind the armor, there are also three long and short war guns, two long knives, and one long sword.

The armor spun and stood in place, like a war puppet.

Han Muye breathed a sigh of relief and slowly retreated.

He now has more and more mastery of various techniques of fusion, and more and more creations of his own.

Now he is extremely eager to obtain those high-level war puppets, and then disassemble the refining methods among them, and obtain the refining methods of higher-level war puppet battle armor.

The Flood Desolation-level battle armor refining process he had mastered had long been outdated and not suitable for the current world.

The refining process of decomposition and transformation, division of labor and cooperation, is the optimal solution.

He can't do everything himself, every armor and puppet is done by himself.

What he needs to do is to train more low-level refiners and then let these low-level refiners take action to refine higher-level battle puppet armors.

The civilization of the galaxy universe is similar to the world before Han Muye's crossing, and it is all about people conquering the sky.

In Han Muye's imagination, when countless low-level refiners made a move, and the battle armor and war puppets refined had the power of the Heavenly Desolation, or even the Flood Desolation, what would it be like?

He stood behind the stone platform, watching as several of the rulings walked over to the armor and took a closer look.

After a moment, the judges looked at each other and nodded.

"I'm here to apply for the Jump Ninth Level Trial." The ruling who had promised Han Muye before returned to his original position and dispersed.

The others also sat in their places, with good bodies and solemn faces.

A moment later, a curtain of light rose.

Layers of light masks cover the entire stone platform in layers.

Then, around the stone platform, wooden chairs emerged.

A total of twenty-one figures fell around the stone platform.

In addition to the first seven rulings, fourteen more rulings came.

Twenty-one rulings, filling the surrounding space.

The fourteen new judges all had a strong aura impact on their bodies.

The gold badge they wore on their chests was flashed with colorful streamers.

Holy level.

Saint-level casters do not represent how high their cultivation is, but it represents their refining skills, and they can independently refine the Heavenly Desolate level battle puppet battle armor.

Of course, their main task is to maintain and repair those saint-level and god-level battle puppet battle armor that have been handed down from ancient times.

They didn't directly come forward to evaluate the battle armor, but watched Han Muye's refining process re-reveal under the imprint of layers of light curtains.

Action, picture, sound.

An hour.

All the pictures reappeared, and in an hour's time, Han Muye's process of refining this battle armor was completely repeated.

Han Muye's eyes revealed a glimmer of essence.

Almost all of them have no secrets about these methods.

The techniques and skills he used to refine this armor just now will all be stolen.

Perhaps this is the price to pay for joining the Alliance?

This should be a way and means for the alliance to absorb fresh blood and supplement new refining casting techniques.

Of course, the alliance will also pay for the benefits.

Every certified refiner has the benefits and benefits that come with the corresponding level.

This is also the reason why those Alchemists are willing to join the Alliance.

"The means of differentiation and refining in the big city." An old man with gray hair and a golden armor spoke in a low voice.

"I also have my own things, and this method of breaking down parts seems to have its own charm." Another old man whispered softly.

"Hmph, the decomposition of the skills of those big cities is getting more and more detailed, and the refiners are going to be reduced to tools." An old man with unkempt hair and some tattered clothes snorted under his feet.

On the stone platform, several saint-level refiners nodded.

The refiners in those big cities are less and less concerned about inheritance, and only pay attention to whether their own decomposition skills are efficient.

Many people do have the ability to specialize, but their background is very poor.

In the eyes of the alliance powerhouses who care about inheritance, this kind of refiner is not an orthodox refiner at all.

It can only be regarded as a craftsman.

"Guys, there are some things we can't change." A tall old man turned his head to look at the people around him, his eyes turned to Han Muye, and then to the golden battle armor in front of him.

"Today's trial, is it still over?"

Hearing his question, the others also looked at each other, and then flew down one by one.

This time, it was 21 people who had to make an assessment.

There were upper and middle grades, and seven of them were rated inferior.

"Two-thirds of the assessments above the average level passed the trial today."

"Among the local cities, the highest trial level is assessed as level nine."

"If all the ninth-level refining casters want to conduct a saint-level trial, they need to come to the alliance headquarters with the certificate of stationing in the local city for a hundred years."

"The ninth-level refining caster has the corresponding authority according to the strength level of the alliance in this city."

"This permission is common to all the cities in the surrounding millions of miles."

"According to this level assessment, this trialist Han Muye will be the fifth rank and ninth level among the eight hundred and fifty-two large and small cities within a radius of one million miles."

"Within a radius of a million miles, there are two saint-level casters, and Han Muye has the authority that belongs to the ninth-level casters in the alliance."

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There are a lot of rights and obligations in total.

It took a quarter of an hour for several Holy Casters to read the regulations.

"Master Han chooses to stay in the city, and he will open the trading authority of the ninth-level refiner materials and the battle puppet armor."

"Master Han's identity authentication will be transmitted to all cities of level 9 and above within a million miles, and a million miles away."

"Master Han's identity badge will be delivered by someone from the alliance headquarters, and the production and delivery time will be within three months."

Rank and identity are a wall.

When Han Muye didn't reach the ninth level, others looked at him coldly.

After he really obtained the ninth-level certification, those rulings were not so cold.

In particular, several ninth-level rulings were even more eager to communicate with Han Muye.

Several Saint-level rulings also invited Han Muye to visit them.

Before leaving, everyone also left their own identity marks.

"There is only a seventh-level certification badge here, and Master Han will give in first." The tall old man raised his hand, and the golden light on the stone platform converged, which could become a golden badge and fell in front of Han Muye.

There's no way, a city like Tacheng doesn't have the qualification to certify the ninth level.

His level 9 badge still needs to wait to be delivered from the Alliance headquarters.

Seven levels are seven levels, and for Han Muye, seven or nine levels, there is not much difference.

What he wanted was permission in the hands of the Tacheng Alchemist Alliance.

To put it bluntly, it's a discount.

All the light curtains on the stone platform dispersed, leaving him with the badge in his hand and walking down slowly.

Walking to the door of the main hall, he reached out and pushed the door open.

The three giants of Ma Mingyuan, Wu Hua, and Yu Changdao, who were guarding the door, all raised their heads and looked at Han Muye.

The other fourth- and fifth-level refining and forging masters also raised their heads and stared at Han Muye.

As for the first few trialists, as well as the second-level caster Zheng Jiang who led Han Muye to the trial hall, he stood in the distance, stretching his neck and watching.

"It's not really level seven, is it?" The young man beside Zheng Jiang whispered.

So far, as far as the seventy or eighty people in front of this hall know, there is a refining and casting master powerhouse in the city who wants to certify the seventh level.

Everyone looked at Han Muye quietly.

Could it be that today is really witnessing the birth of a seventh-level refining forger?

"Master Han, what is the result of today's certification?" Yu Changdao took a deep breath and asked softly.

Hearing his words, everyone held their breath.

Han Muye raised his hand, and in the palm of his hand, a golden badge with surging color light appeared.

Level seven!

It's really level seven!

The first refiner in Tacheng!

Wu Hua, who was beside Yu Changdao, took a step back, raised his hands, bowed and shouted: "Wu Hua has seen the chief refiner. ”

Chief!

The first in Tacheng is naturally the chief refiner in the Tacheng Refiner Alliance.

Wu Hua, who had always behaved coldly, was the first to bow down, which made Yu Changdao slightly stunned and hurriedly bowed.

"I've seen the Chief Refiner."

The others came back to their senses at this time, and they all bowed down.

"I've seen the Chief Refiner."

Han Muye smiled on his face, waved his hand and said, "You guys are too polite, we will be in Tacheng in the future, we will communicate more." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Yu Changdao and the three of them, and coughed lightly: "Three giants, let's talk about the Refiner Alliance?" ”

Yu Changdao and the three of them glanced at each other, and said busily: "Don't dare to call a giant, just ask the chief to call us elders." ”

"Please come with us, Chief."

Han Muye nodded, followed Yu Changdao and the three of them into the side hall.

It wasn't until Han Muye closed the heavy door of the main hall that everyone in the square outside the main hall suddenly broke out into discussions.

"Chief, haha, I actually have a seventh-level chief in Tower City!"

"Seventh-level, the era of the Big Three is over, and the Tacheng Refiner Alliance will be dominated by seventh-level!"

"My Tower City Refiner Alliance has been suppressed by the surrounding cities for countless years, and this time I can finally raise my eyebrows!"

Those fourth- and fifth-level refiners were looking forward to the future, as long as this Han Chief gave them a little guidance, their refining and forging skills would inevitably continue to improve.

Others were also excited.

The Tacheng Alliance of Refining and Forging Masters, which has a seventh-level refining forging master, is completely different.

They no longer need to bow their heads in front of other city refiners.

"I don't know how long the Chief Lordship will stay in Tower City......" After the excitement, someone whispered again.

Zheng Jiang, who was not far away, couldn't hear any words at all at this time, and only felt a buzzing in his head.

The trialist he received became the chief!

Not to mention what kind of reward there will be, just this relationship, he can go sideways in the refiner alliance in the future.

"Brother Zheng Jiang, in the future, I will pull my brother a hand." The middle-aged refiner beside him had a look of envy on his face and spoke softly.

"Don't worry, I can pull you a few times." Zheng Jiang couldn't hold back any longer, and a smile appeared on his face.

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Tower City, the Royal Armor Certification Hall.

At this time, a square was already full of people.

Some of these people are armor masters who have come to certify, and some are spies sent by various families.

They all looked at the figure on the high platform showing the means of armor.

"This He Yangsun is also bold, and he dares to directly certify the second-level armor master." Below, someone muttered.

"Hehe, you have to let him certify." Someone had a smile on his face, and his eyes were shining, "He was invincible when he was trainee, and if he was at the first level, it was estimated that there were few opponents." ”

"This second-level, among his peers in Tacheng, there are countless people who crush him."

Many of the surrounding armorers nodded.

Many people are already eager to try it.

As long as He Yangsun has certified a second-level armor master, he will directly challenge him.

At the beginning, this guy won a lot of family business by virtue of challenges.

"Boom-"

On the stage, He Yangsun controlled the battle armor and completed all the process actions required for the second-level armor master trial in a decent manner.

Power, speed, action.

Then another second-level armor master stepped forward and practiced with him on offense and defense.

The process is very smooth.

When the two of them returned to their respective positions, the three fourth-level armor masters sitting on the stage nodded.

"He Yangsun, through the trial, the level of the Imperial Armor Master is recognized, the second level."

The big man sitting in the middle shouted, and then turned his gaze casually downward.

Under the high platform, a young man in a military robe nodded slightly and flew onto the stage.

"Second-level Imperial Armor Master Zhao Ming is picking at He Yangsun-" Before the young man finished speaking, he saw He Yangsun waving his hand.

Not up for a challenge?

A Level 2 Armorer is unwilling to accept the challenge of a Level 2 Master?

Although He Yangsun has just been certified as a second-level armor master, it is really difficult to challenge him at this time, but since people have come to the stage to challenge, you directly refuse, is it a lack of courage?

"Hehe, it seems that the He family, who is known as the leader of the young generation in Tacheng, also has self-knowledge." Zhao Mingzheng chuckled, then put his hands behind his back and said, "I can give you time." ”

"How about a three-year covenant?"

"In three years, we'll fight again."

What about three years, even if it is three years, he Zhao Mingzheng dares to say that he has no temper to directly crush He Yangsun.

A beginner who has entered the second level of the armor master can grow a lot in three years, but he Zhao Mingzheng has already stepped into the second level for more than three years, and in another three years, he is seventy percent sure that he has stepped into the third level of the armor master.

When the time comes, He Yangsun will not even dare to raise his head in front of him.

Below, the armor masters who were just watching the excitement all had smiles on their faces.

They know He Yangsun's reputation, he is a young hero, and the scenery is infinite, and he doesn't dare to fight today, but he is happy.

"This Brother Zhao," On the high platform, He Yangsun looked at Zhao Mingzheng, with a blank expression on his face, and said: "I either refuse to gamble, or I feel that I am a little invincible." ”

Victory or not?

Who won't win?

Zhao Mingzheng was stunned and laughed.

In the audience, many people also laughed out loud.

Isn't there something wrong with this victory?

"He Yangsun, if you dare to fight, you will fight, if you don't dare to fight, you will go down by yourself." Zhao Ming's expression on his face turned into fierceness, and he snorted.

He Yangsun nodded and said, "I dare to fight, do you really dare to take it?" ”

These words made Zhao Mingzheng's blood gush out, and his face looked proud: "As long as you fight, I, Zhao Mingzheng, will accompany you at any time!" ”

He Yangsun took a deep breath, looked at the gloating onlookers under the high stage, and then looked at the indifferent verdicts of the few people on the stage.

The He family has no real masters.

So the He family is no longer a family.

Although he He Yangsun made a move in the wilderness and even defeated the fourth level, those who fled back did not dare to make this matter public.

At this time, in Tacheng, there are still not many people who really look up to him He Yangsun.

"Then, see you on the gambling table in three days." He Yang Sun spoke loudly.

Zhao Ming's front showed a happy color.

Anyway, he finally provoked He Yangsun to fight.

As for the bets in the later bets, that doesn't need to be done by him.

He, the Zhao family, will naturally bet heavily.

With a chuckle, he turned around and was just about to step down when he heard He Yangsun's voice behind him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I apply to continue the third-level armor master certification trial."

Level 3 Armor Master!

Under the high platform, there was a sluggishness.

On the stage, the expressions on the faces of the three rulings turned solemn.

Zhao Mingzheng trembled, his eyes widened, and he slowly turned his head.

Behind him, on He Yangsun's body, a set of red battle armor was covered, and the aura and evil aura were permeated, covering the high platform.

This evil aura made Zhao Mingzheng's legs and feet weak.

He Yangsun, who he wants to challenge, will now certify as a third-level armor master!