The strongest talent tree

Chapter 517 I can still hold on
Normally, one would not notice it, but now that the secret technique has begun to be reconstructed, the disadvantages of magic patterns have become apparent.

With his current level of magic patterns, it would be okay to construct a simple effect, but once he encounters the details of the construction, his eyes will be black.

In layman's terms: I can do addition, subtraction, multiplication and division just fine, but I can't understand advanced mathematics...

"Forget it, let's ask Fatty for help."

After thinking about it, Feng Hao decided to give Zhang Meng a try. Although this guy was a flatterer, he did have extremely high talent in magic patterns, and he also constructed the [Poison-eating Chain], so it should be easier for him to modify it.

The consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and through the [listening stone] in the gene tree, he lightly touched Zhang Meng's consciousness imprint, and soon received a response from there.

"Huh? Why does the boss have time to talk to me?" Zhang Meng said slightly surprised.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Feng Hao rolled his eyes, and said seriously: "Brother has been reconstructing the secret method these days, your kid has a high level of attainment in magic pattern, please help me figure it out."

"That's it? It's simple!" Zhang Meng patted his belly and said confidently: "My recent inspiration and state are very good. I just want to help you think about it. If you have any requests, just ask."

"That's great." Feng Hao couldn't help being pleasantly surprised: "I will send you the secret structure that needs to be reconstructed."

Although his magic pattern level is not high, he also knows how important state and inspiration are to a magic pattern master. If I remember correctly, there is a saying in the magic pattern world: a magic pattern master who is in good condition does not necessarily A good secret method can be constructed, but an excellent secret method must be produced in an excellent state.

A few minutes later, Feng Hao passed on the secret imprints of [Moon Thorn], [Shadow Slash], [Poison-Eating Chain], and [Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms].

After Zhang Meng received the secret mark, he fell into a brief silence, and then asked with a strange expression: "Say boss, these are the secret techniques you have been using? Shadow Slash and Poison-Eating Chain are okay, but the other two This is simply..."

"Let me go, is it as bad as you said?" Feng Hao couldn't laugh or cry.

"Not only are they bad, these two secret techniques are completely at the level of a primary school student. The boss can be so powerful after using the secret techniques so many times. I can only say that you have worked hard." Zhang Meng's expression was complicated, and his eyes were full of respect and sympathy.

"..." Feng Hao couldn't help but feel a dark line. What does it feel like to be despised by your younger brother?
In this way, Feng Hao and Zhang Meng began a long discussion and research, from the basic theory of magic patterns to various structural formulas, in a word: it opened his eyes!

However, while Feng Hao was immersed in the reconstruction of the magic pattern, another scene was unfolding in Qianfeng Valley of Chenfeng Country.

Since that day when Elder Wenjian returned to the sect with poison in his body, Qianfeng Valley has been in a state of chaos.

The first few days were fine. Elder Wenjian relied on his enlightenment-level strength to suppress the toxins in his body. The alchemists in the Alchemy Department were also very happy with their research. As long as the toxins in Elder Wenjian's body were still there, they could Keep researching until you succeed.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Within three days, Elder Wenjian spat out a mouthful of old blood, and his body functions began to decline rapidly.

At this time, they couldn't care less about research, and they tried their best to help Elder Wenjian detoxify.

The result is obvious. No matter how hard they try, the poison shows no sign of retreating.

Seeing that Elder Wenjian's health was getting worse day by day, the whole Qianfeng Valley was panicking. Just kidding, he was the patron saint of Qianfeng Valley. If something went wrong, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Elder, your current situation is very dangerous, you should go to Mu Country as soon as possible!"

"Yes, elder, just go there. If this continues, you will definitely not be able to bear it." In the Wenjian Hall, a group of Qianfeng Valley leaders gathered together and persuaded them earnestly.

But Elder Wenjian always disagreed. On the one hand, he wanted to hold on for a few more days and then let the Medicine Refining Department research these poisons. On the other hand, he followed Feng Hao to boast about Haikou. You asked him to find it now. If you beat Feng Hao to detoxify, wouldn't that mean you're slapping yourself in the face?

The profession of swordsman has its own aloof temperament, let alone an enlightened swordsman, whose inner arrogance cannot be blasphemed.

"Hmph! Don't I know about my body yet?" Elder Wenjian gritted his teeth and said, "Stop talking about it and quickly study my poisonous blood. I don't expect you to study it all, but at least you can study it for me." A poison."

"Elder——! If you are like this, how can we calm down and study it?"

"You see, how about this, save a little more poisonous blood, and then you go to Muguo to detoxify."

"No!" Elder Wenjian said resolutely: "What if we can't study it?"

Hearing this, everyone in the refining department shook their heads helplessly, and persuaded with a wry smile: "To tell you the truth, in fact, these kinds of poisons are the same as Shengsheng Huadan, the refining theory and techniques are very special, and we are not very sure."

"What?!" Elder Wenjian yelled angrily, his energy and blood surged, and he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, "What do you little bastards do for a living? You can't handle the Shengsheng Good Fortune Pill, but there are several kinds of it. Can’t even handle the poison?”

"We don't want to either, but..." everyone in the alchemy department said on the verge of tears.

Elder Wenjian's face turned dark and he was trembling with anger, "I think you are deliberately trying to make me angry to death."

Everyone present did not dare to speak, for fear that Elder Wenjian would be angry.

After a long silence, the current owner of Qianfeng Valley couldn't help but persuade again: "Elder, I think you should go to Mu Kingdom as soon as possible. If you make any mistakes, no one can afford it."

"No need - I can still hold on!" Elder Wenjian roared angrily, waved his sleeves, and drove everyone out of Wenjian Hall.

Immediately afterwards, the old face blushed for a while, and he couldn't help spitting out a pool of black blood...

The headquarters of Folding Shadow Mountain in Mu Country, inside the thief's womb.

Feng Hao didn't know everything that happened in Qianfeng Valley. At this time, he was completely immersed in the reconstruction of the secret method and couldn't extricate himself.

Fatty Zhang Meng has been accompanying him all the time, without any sign of being tired. There is nothing he can do about it. This guy is usually lazy and lazy, but whenever he mentions the magic pattern, he is as tired as if he had been given a shot of blood.

"I understand what the boss means." After Zhang Meng listened carefully to Feng Hao's thoughts and requests, he thoughtfully analyzed: "You want to narrow the judgment range of [Shadow Slash], and thus increase the speed of the move. and flexibility."

"Yes, that's what it means. What do you think would be a more appropriate rectification?" Feng Hao nodded and smiled.

"This..." Zhang Meng struggled secretly: "If you use universal magic patterns, it is not difficult to create these effects, but it will greatly increase the number of secret marks. And the boss has not yet darkened his body. Even if he changes it, It doesn't work either."

"In my opinion, you can try using grammatical methods. This can save a lot of work." Zhang Meng suggested.

(End of this chapter)