Yuan En Yehui lived with Tang Wulin and others in the work-study dormitory. They saw each other all day long. The truth about Yuan En Yehui's daughter had already been known to Tang Wulin and others.
But because he knew the truth about Yuan En Yehui's female body, Tang Wulin's expression became quite strange.
It was late at night, a man and a woman were alone in a room, and the girl's face was blushing. It seemed that there was something unusual between them!
Qian Mo understood Tang Wulin's expression at a glance and said calmly, "Ye Hui and I just have something important to discuss."
Tang Wulin rolled his eyes silently in his heart, but nodded rapidly, as if he believed Qian Mo's words without a doubt.
Yuan En Ye Hui patted his cheeks. When the blush on his cheeks faded and his mind regained clarity, he stepped forward and asked, "Are you here for the third-grade competition?"
"Third-grade competition?" Qian Mo was stunned for a moment before saying, "Na'er and I have already played, why are you guys still coming?"
Tang Wulin rolled his eyes and said helplessly: "Brother Qianmo, can you and Senior Sister Gu Yuena be the same as us?"
"That's right," Qian Mo nodded, turned to Yuan En Ye Hui and said, "I'm leaving first, you two should discuss it well, and wait for my notice."
After saying that, Qian Mo flashed away, leaving Yuan En Yehui and Tang Wulin alone to have a heated argument about the participants in the third-grade competition.
Finally, just like in the original novel, the two decided to hold a tryout to decide which students would participate in the third-grade competition.
This is also the most appropriate way. Proving one's strength through such a challenge will undoubtedly convince everyone.
The time for the trials was easy to decide. Two days later, Shrek Academy would have their competition.
The result of this selection is exactly the same as in the original novel. After all, except for Yuan En Yehui and Yue Zhengyu, other second-year students can hardly reach the level of first-year students such as Tang Wulin and Wu Siduo.
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The next afternoon, Qian Mo and Yuan En Ye Hui met in the forging room.
Qian Mo placed two pieces of metal on the forging table, looked up at Yuan En Ye Hui, and said solemnly: "Are you ready?"
Yuan En Ye Hui nodded vigorously and said in a deep voice: "I'm ready."
"Follow my command!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Mo placed the Holy Flame on the forging table to burn two pieces of metal. Two forging hammers kept falling, making a beautiful melody sound in the forging room.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
Qian Mo was doing two things at once. While forging the metal, he used his mental power to guide Yuan En Yehui's martial spirit aura and continuously integrate it into the forged metal.
"rise!"
After an unknown amount of time, Qian Mo roared and hammered down. Hundred forging, Thousand forging, First level, Fusion forging were all logical. White, brown, and black light rose from the metal for more than ten feet. In the light, there seemed to be a majestic figure and a slender figure slowly overlapping.
An oval piece of metal appeared on the forging table, half brown and half black, full of a strong breath of life from the inside out. But the most bizarre thing was that there were two kinds of energy flowing continuously along the magnificent cloud pattern inside the metal, as if this was not a piece of metal, but a heart beating vigorously.
"The degree of fusion is 95 percent." Qian Mo tested it with an instrument and nodded with satisfaction. Yuan En Yehui showed a surprised smile on her face. The appearance of the divine alloy was completely beyond her expectations.
"Yehui, are you satisfied?" Qian Mo asked.
Yuan En Ye Hui said happily: "God-based alloy, why can I be dissatisfied!"
"Then I will begin engraving the core magic circle!"
Qian Mo raised his right hand, and five dark golden blades popped out, picking up the divine alloy in front of him.
After obtaining the Dark Gold Terror Claw's right metacarpal bone, Qian Mo no longer used a carving knife, but instead used the Dark Gold Terror Claw, which was not only powerful but also very smooth to control.
Thousands of dark golden traces overlap, each of which is harmonious and perfect, fitting the quality of the alloy itself, guiding the changes in its internal structure and directing the flow of the two energies within it.
As the dark gold claws flew up and down, the patterns on the alloy began to change from the initial shallow to deep, and gradually changed from the initial simple to complex. The patterns were interconnected and intertwined, creating a resonance.
The light of the alloy itself became brighter and brighter, the breath of life became richer, and the energy flow became more active, just like real blood vessels.
Gradually, the oval alloy changed into a small sphere, with brown and black lights flashing on it.
Qian Mo's eyes were as bright as stars, and he didn't seem to be under any pressure at all. Having reached the Soul King level, it was no burden for him to manufacture the parts for the One-Word Battle Armor.
With a wave of his left hand, a small furnace of blood and energy appeared in his palm. Qian Mo's soul power gathered in the dark gold claws, which trembled slightly, and the air made a "puff" tearing sound, which showed how sharp the dark gold claws were at this time.
Qian Mo raised his dark golden claw and lightly scratched the small sphere, leaving a gap on the sphere.
With a push of his left hand, the Qi and Blood Furnace was pressed into the small sphere. The dark gold claws drew golden lines, which flowed and drew a dazzling magic circle, stitching up the gap like a delicate tailor.
"Right now!" Qian Mo said sternly.
Yuan En Yehui's heart was shocked. He stretched out his left hand and drew a line on his hand with his right hand. Blood spurted out and splashed towards the small ball.
Suddenly, there was a tangible vaporization of qi and blood above the core, and the two types of qi circulated, collided, and merged in it, repeating in an endless cycle.
Finally, the vortex dissipated, and a small sphere engraved with complex and profound patterns appeared in front of Yuan En Yehui.
This small round ball is the core of the battle armor that Qian Mo spent a long time making for Yuan En Yehui. The core trembled slightly in the air, and rushed towards Yuan En Yehui like a young swallow returning to its nest, and merged into her body.
Yuan En Ye Hui's eyes suddenly turned red, and the black wings behind her spread out, and a strong dark aura enveloped her. At the same time, the power of Qi and blood surged in her body, constantly driving the Titan Giant Ape Martial Spirit. The next moment, the Titan Giant Ape Martial Spirit possessed her body, and her whole body suddenly grew taller, and brown hair covered her whole body.
Yuan En Yehui roared to the sky, feeling the power of both the Titan Giant Ape Spirit and the Fallen Angel Spirit possessing him at the same time, his joy was beyond words.
Yuan En Yehui felt the wonder of having two martial spirits possessing him for a long time before reluctantly putting away the two martial spirits.
As soon as he put away his martial spirit, Yuan En Yehui rushed towards Qian Mo, hugged Qian Mo tightly, and opened his sweet lips.
"Thank you, Qianmo."
Qian Mo waved his hands in the air, not knowing where to put them. In the end, he hugged Yuan En Ye Hui slightly, his face slightly flushed and a little embarrassed, and a scent of a young girl surged to his nose.
After a while, Yuan En Ye Hui finally let go of Qian Mo with his face as red as a monkey's butt, lowered his head, and said softly: "Well, I was too excited."
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