Mo Yi's mouth opened huge!"Tease me!" Looking at the blue flame that was instantly sucked into the space, Mo Yi was also helpless! The space wall that he hadn't opened with all his might was now opening on its own. And the originally arrogant Northern Ice Flame instantly quieted down after being irradiated by the blue light.

"Not good!" Mo Yi secretly shouted, "The Northern Ice Flame is decomposing! Before he could figure out what the situation was, all the flames were gone, and everything was back to the beginning. Consciousness looked at the empty square that had been going to store the flames, and a sense of loss welled up in his heart. It's still a failure, and I'm not the material to be a mechanic after all. With a wry smile, his consciousness withdrew from the space, and he opened his eyes to see the teacher's anxious expression, and Mo Yi smiled. "It's good that people are okay. Looking at Mo Yi's wry smile, Mo Dongyu said softly: "For the teacher, I will find another way." ”

"If you don't need a teacher, it's okay if you don't become a mechanic. ”

"Don't cry! What are you crying for! Mo Yi thought about how you were ridiculed and besieged, and you didn't cry!" Mo Yi, who looked at the coast in a daze, finally shed tears: "Now you are a sorcerer! Now you are a sorcerer! You have never cried as an ordinary person at the beginning, how can you cry now!! The tide rose and fell, and the sky soon darkened, picked up his shoes, got up, and Mo Yi walked barefoot towards the cave. "Hee-hee and I'll be fine when I sleep," he comforted himself again

Mo Yi, who was holding Bing Pomiao, was inexplicably excited, and Xiao Yin was a little confused. "Teacher, my space has a pyrogen. Mo Yi's voice trembled slightly, the steamed bun in Mo Dongyu's hand fell to the ground, and Xiao Yin picked up the fallen steamed bun. Time seemed to have stopped, only the blue flame on Mo Yi's right palm was still beating gently. "Let's continue learning the art of mechanics tomorrow. It was just an ordinary sentence, but it made Mo Yi's face smile.

"Okay, continue to learn the tricks, why do you change to play with the ball again," Mo Yi was also drunk, but when he was apprenticing, he had three chapters with the teacher to warn Mo Yi not to question Mo Dongyu. Unleashing the original technique, the three small balls rolled outward with Mo Yi as the center, "It's been rolling for three days, and I want to roll and play with the balls." ”

Picking up the ball on the ground, the next day he came to the shore, and sure enough, the teacher was dropping fish there. "How do you have the confidence in the task I proposed?" Without speaking, Mo Yi just put down the wooden ball and rolled towards Mo Dongyu. "It's over," just dropped this sentence, and Mo Dongyu continued to catch fish. The blue flame beat in Mo Yi's palm, and Mo Dongyu looked at Mo Yi with a solemn expression and did not speak.

The current Mo Yi is still only in the realm of oranges. But no one would believe that the cultivator Mo Yi who could use the water original technique of flame was the realm of the Heavens, because only a warlock could use other original techniques other than his own original technique to help him. Although there is only one word difference between a warlock and a sorcerer, the meaning contained in them is completely different.

What is a warlock, simply put, a sorcerer who has his own world is a warlock. What is the world, the world is the space that has everything in nature, and it is called the world. Therefore, although the warlock cannot absorb other primordial techniques that are free in nature, they can create all kinds of different primordial techniques in their own world!

Although these primordial techniques are not strong in combat, they are very good for making life easier. The absorption of the Northern Ice Flame was out of Mo Dongyu's plan, but the space that accidentally hit Mo Yi gave birth to the real Fire Origin Technique because of this absorption! Obviously, the Fire Origin Technique conceived by this was as cold as the Northern Ice Flame because of the relationship between the North Ice Flame.

The driving training of the wooden ball made Mo Yi's control of the technique more handy, and the beating flame followed Mo Yi's mind. Mo Dongyu nodded and said, "Do you remember the density and texture of the various substances in this forest?"

"The annual willow wood is soft, although it cannot be used for the design of the load-bearing shaft of the mechanism, but it is better for the manufacture of wooden springs, compared to the annual willow and the annual camphor tree," Mo Yi muttered.

"Now as a teacher, I will teach you that a good mechanic is not only familiar with the texture of various materials and analyze their uses, but more importantly, the mechanic can change the materials into what he wants to use, and the key to changing the word is the word 'refinement'!"

Watching the teacher take out the stove bigger than his body, Mo Yi unconsciously touched it, and the cyan stove of unknown material passed a trace of coldness to Mo Yi's hand. "The necessary tools for every furnace mechanic are like a chef's knives, and a good stove will be of great help to the mechanic. ”

A trace of cyan flame drilled into the snake-like fire injection mouth of the stove, Mo Yi opened his eyes and did not dare to miss the slightest teacher's movement, "bang", the stove lid was slightly cocked, and Mo Yu threw it into a five-foot-long willow wood like lightning, and the flame wrapped the wood in an instant. Mo Yi stared through the vents of the stove. "This is the three-legged and three-eared green snake furnace. It's the most suitable for you to learn this kind of purification. "The five-foot-long brown willow tree was shrinking.

"Bang" wood flew out. "You can use the detective to check it out. "The skillful use of art probed the texture of this willow tree, but in a short speech, the original annual willow tree was actually harder than the five-year-old camphor tree, and its original toughness was not destroyed at all, but more tenacious. This is 'refining'!

"Bang! The heavy lid of the stove was lifted, and another piece of willow wood was burned to ashes. Retracting the flame, Mo Yi thought about what I had absolutely no problem with flame control! But every time I pry the heavy lid for a short moment, the flame becomes disobedient, and the willow wood thrown into the furnace at this time is naturally a tragedy.

"It's annoying! I can't believe that I can't refine this broken wood if I try it first, and then cast the flame!" "Pry the heavy lid of the 'Three-Eared Green Snake Essence Furnace', and Mo Yi threw the three-foot-long willow wood into it. The blue flame danced in Mo Yi's palm, and Mo Yi held his breath and controlled the temperature of the flame intently. The flames danced and burrowed into the ears of the green snake-like furnace.

The flames enveloped the willow wood, trying to control the temperature, sensing the texture of the willow wood, "Bang!" Mo Yi caught the flying willow wood and shook his head and said, "It's still not good." Although this can change the texture of the willow wood, because the temperature in the furnace is too low at the beginning, the toughness of the willow wood is completely depleted. Reluctantly, Mo Yi continued to try the technique of putting in materials at the moment of opening the furnace. Watching pieces of willow wood being burned to ashes, Mo Dongyu still had a little pain in his flesh, although the willow wood was extremely cheap, but it would be unbearable for Mo Yi to burn it indiscriminately!" Ahem!"

"What's wrong with the teacher?" Mo Yi withdrew the flames.

"Have you figured out what's wrong?"

Shaking his head in confusion, "Smack!" patted Mo Yi's head: "I used too much fire, my brain was burned out, and I didn't even notice that the simple air affected the flames!"

"Eh" instantly, Mo Yi suddenly realized

"Bang! The furnace danced, and a piece of black iron in the furnace slowly melted under the scorching blue flame. "Bang!" Again, the lid was pried, and a thin piece of bamboo was thrown into the stove. The blue flame split in two and wrapped in pieces of bamboo. Fine beads of sweat didn't know whether it was because of the heat or nervousness, scrambling to be the first to emerge from Mo Yi's forehead. The blue eyes looked nervously at the material wrapped in two flames, and the flames were close to Mo Yi, and the beads of sweat on Mo Yi's forehead rose even faster. "Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and the heavy lid of the stove actually rose to the sky! Mo Yi also changed his hairstyle

"Haha!" Mo Dongyu smiled unscrupulously, and Mo Yi also smirked, and his teeth became whiter because of the fried pitch-black face. Compared with a single refining, the fusion between different substances is even more difficult! "Bang!" Catching the silver iron that ejected from the stove, Mo Yi casually wiped the sweat from his forehead

Mo Yi's eyes were bigger than eggs, Mo Dongyu pointed to the brown paper and said: "It's useless to stare at it, and if you don't remember these data well, you can't make a trap tiger." ”

"But what is this mess drawings! I don't understand it at all!" Mo Yi had a sad face, originally thinking that he had finally come out of it! Finally, he could start making machine beasts, and before the teacher took out the drawings, he still imagined that he was standing on the power of the machine tiger, and the situation was still secretly excited. But this drawing, which was longer than others, poured cold water on him on the spot. Even if it's long, but none of the formulas, diagrams, and data drawn on it can be understood!

"Okay, okay, isn't the teacher teaching you. Don't howl like I abused you, in case other cultivators pass by and think I'm wrong!" Mo Dongyu joked, he only came to the manufacture of the Trap Tiger, it was by no means simple, and he didn't intend to let Mo Yi comprehend it on his own like the previous few times.

"Listen to it, the Trap Tiger also has its own name, and 'Mohu' is the name that came to mind when the ancestor of the Mo family made the first Trap Tiger. Later generations took 'Mohu' as the surname of the organ tiger. Mo Yi nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"See these formulas?"

"En"

"These formulas are the conversion formulas of Mohu, through the conversion of formulas, Mohu can be large or small, and can be changed at will according to the wishes of the mechanic. ”

Mo Dongyu said, "These diagrams are the schematic diagrams of each part. And the dotted line on this pattern refers to the side and back of the part, and it's not a mess as you say. The little gaze followed Mo Dongyu's fingertips and noticed that above the dotted line, the teacher said this and returned the truth. Finally, these words are written in black, and the precautions for the manufacturing methods of each initial part are written, and the blue text on some sides is the experience and improvement summarized by the younger generations themselves. "Boom! boom!" A flaming technique flashed through the cave, and there were piles of wooden blocks and all sorts of fine iron.

"Let's start now, starting with Mohu's framework. Mo Dongyu's expression became solemn: "It's not a joke to ask if you don't understand. The slightest mistake can lead to complete failure. ”

After "En'n" answered, Mo Dongyu and Mo Yi were eager to try.