If mechas are used, it will limit the use of the martial arts spirits of some soul masters who have powerful martial arts spirits.
No matter from which aspect, being a mecha master is not the path that an excellent soul master should take.
After listening to Muye's explanation, Tang Wulin suddenly felt that his worldview was impacted. Was his mecha journey about to end just as it had just begun?
Qian Mo said calmly: "With the current development level of mecha, it is still more suitable for some soul masters with extremely poor martial soul quality. The cutting-edge combat power still depends on battle armor."
Zhenhua taught Tang Wulin earnestly and made him understand that the path of a mecha master was not suitable for him.
Makino said with relief: "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. It's almost noon. I'll make you something delicious."
Makino suddenly smiled, walked behind the red mech, and pressed on its legs. A beam of light shone down, and a large box slowly dropped from the red mech's belly.
The big box fell steadily into Makino's hands, and with a flash of light and shadow, Makino disappeared on the spot.
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In the cafeteria, Makino had prepared the meal and everyone was enjoying the delicious fairy mushroom soup when, at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door of the small cafeteria.
"What's the matter?" Zhenhua frowned slightly. Normally, no one would come to disturb him.
"President, something happened in the hall. Someone came to cause trouble." A hurried voice came from outside the door.
Zhenhua frowned slightly, "Come in and talk."
The door opened and a middle-aged man walked in. He walked quickly to Zhenhua and whispered, "President, two people came from somewhere, one big and one small. The older one should be a Saint-level forger. He proposed to challenge us to a forging challenge. But it was not him who made the move, but a child he brought with him. He looks to be only fifteen or sixteen years old."
Qian Mo paused for a moment while drinking the soup. He still remembered the plot. The visitors were the Saint Craftsman and Forger Genius of Xingluo Continent. The most important thing was that Zhenhua was attacked by a Super Douluo-level Evil Spirit Master after the forging competition.
"Okay, let's go take a look." As he spoke, he stood up, turned his head and said to Makino, "You guys go talk first, I'll be back soon."
Makino frowned, "Anyone who dares to come and challenge me must have some basis. I'll go with you, and we can talk about our business later."
Zhenhua was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said, "Okay. Let's go."
Qian Mo and Tang Wulin naturally followed along, and the four of them took the elevator downstairs. When they arrived at the lobby of the Blacksmith Association, the lobby was already crowded.
In the middle of the hall, there were two people standing, one old and one young. The older man looked to be in his sixties or seventies, with gray hair, a tall and strong figure, and a pair of particularly deep eyes, without any of the turbidity of old age.
The other person was not only young, but also a girl, who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a very beautiful face and a slim figure. The most attractive thing was her hands. Her hands were as white as jade, with particularly long fingers, and the size of her hands was no less than that of an adult man, but much thinner.
The old man's name is Chang Gongyan and the girl's name is Lin Yuhan.
Chang Gongyan was arrogant and spoke in a bold manner, threatening to test whether the Blacksmith Association was full of people who were seeking fame and reputation.
Qian Mo observed his surroundings imperceptibly, and used his mental power to sense that there was indeed a final exam atmosphere that he hated very much.
The next moment, Qian Mo's lips did not move, but his voice became a line, which rang in the ears of Muye and Zhenhua at the same time.
"Senior, teacher, I sense the presence of an evil soul master among the crowd."
Muye's eyebrows moved slightly, and he also replied in a forced voice: "Amo, can you determine the location of the evil soul master?"
"I can't confirm it. I can only feel a faint aura. This evil soul master is probably as powerful as a Titled Douluo." Qian Mo replied.
Muye's expression was slightly gloomy. An evil soul master above the Titled Douluo level was hiding among the crowd of the Blacksmith Association. It was obvious who his target was.
Muye turned to look at Zhenhua, only to see Zhenhua gently shaking his head at him.
Muye and Zhenhua have known each other for many years, so he naturally understands that he is unwilling to retreat. He can only secretly concentrate his soul power, increase his attention, and be ready to go, always paying attention to any movement around him.
"Okay, I agree to your request. If you lose, you don't need to obey my orders. Just keep communicating with each other in the future. Blacksmiths are a family, and the world of forging has nothing to do with other things. As long as everyone works hard to pursue the pinnacle of forging, everything else is false."
Zhenhua said this in a very generous way, and turned to the staff and ordered: "Prepare two forging tables."
"yes!"
It was easy to prepare a forging table at the Blacksmith Association. It didn't take long before two forging tables were placed in the center of the hall.
"I wonder who on President Zhenhua's side will take action?" Chang Gongyan asked in a deep voice.
Zhenhua's eyes moved between Qian Mo and Tang Wulin, and finally stopped at Qian Mo. He smiled calmly, "Amo, come here."
"Yes, teacher." Qian Mo walked slowly forward and stood behind the forging table on his side.
Hearing Qian Mo addressing Zhen Hua, Chang Gong Yan's expression changed, and he looked at Zhen Hua and asked, "Is this the disciple of President Zhen Hua?"
After Chang Gongyan came to the Federation, he naturally heard about the master craftsman accepting disciples.
Looking at Qian Mo, Chang Gongyan frowned slightly. He was not stupid. Anyone who could be chosen by the master craftsman and accepted as a disciple must have extraordinary talent. Although this boy looked no older than Yu Han, he also believed that Yu Han was a forging genius, but the title of the master craftsman's disciple still made him feel uneasy. But now, the harsh words have been spoken, the arrow is on the string and has to be shot.
Zhenhua nodded to Changgong Yan, "Yes, Brother Changgong, how do you want to compete in this match?"
Chang Gongyan looked solemn, and slowly said: "The simplest comparison of the strength of blacksmiths is the purification of metals. President Zhenhua is very busy, so he probably doesn't have much free time. Let's just have a game to decide the winner. Both sides choose the same metal to forge and purify. Whoever forges the better metal will win. How about it?"
"Okay." Zhenhua agreed immediately without saying much. He knew very well that Qianmo's talent in forging was unmatched, and in the face of absolute strength, no matter what conditions the other party put forward, it would be useless.
Lin Yuhan and Qian Mo stood opposite each other, and Lin Yuhan looked at Qian Mo quietly with her beautiful eyes. Qian Mo's handsome face and noble and holy temperament all had a great attraction to her.
Qian Mo looked up and Lin Yuhan quickly lowered his head, his heart beating like a deer.
"You choose metal!" Hearing Qian Mo's magnetic voice, Lin Yuhan raised his head in surprise.
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