Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the second classroom of the Warframe Department, a gray-haired old man stood on the podium, explaining the precautions for refining the basic warframe.

He was serious and meticulous, but his heart was full of helplessness.

Because the eyes of all the students are not on him, but on Lingxian in the last row.

Especially the female students, they are all brilliant, staring at him without blinking.

As if the ordinary dull face suddenly became handsome.

No way, Ling Xian's work was too amazing. First, he tore the black iron armor with his bare hands, and then pulled the teaching director down. Most importantly, he has a connection with Qin Bing.

How could such a strong and background man not attract women's attention?

Therefore, these students have no intention to listen to the elderly lecture, even if this person is a professor of the Warframe Department, is a senior armor division.

Only one person listened carefully, and that was Lingxian.

As the old man explained, his star eyes became more and more bright, and the places that he didn't understand in the past are now fused with no trace of doubt.

In other words, he can already make a basic warframe.

Of course, this is only a theory. Whether he can succeed depends on his status. After all, there are tens of thousands of warframe parts.

Looking at Ling Xian, who was focusing on listening, the old man was relieved, especially when only he was serious.

At present, the old people are becoming more and more serious, and they have learned that they have knowledge about basic warframes.

In fact, this is second-year knowledge. It was only when he saw Ling Xian that he was good at learning, and other people were unwilling to listen.

After speaking, he looked at Ling Xian and asked with a smile, "What's your name?"

"Ling Feng." Ling Xian got up and reported her pseudonym.

"You just understood what I said?" The old man and uncle asked.

"Most realized." Ling Xian smiled. He actually understood everything, but he didn't want to be in the limelight.

"Where don't you understand? I will speak again." The old man believed it.

This made Ling Xian startled and then smiled bitterly.

He was just an excuse to avoid being in the limelight. I didn't expect the old man to love him so much. This is a good thing.

"Okay you Lingfeng, it turns out to be modest."

The old man thought for a moment, then understood the reason, and laughed: "Good boy, they all understand, this is a second-year course."

"The professor has won the prize." Ling Xian smiled slightly.

"Well, now that you understand the theory, it's time to practice."

The old man groaned and said, "In this way, you will start refining now. If there is something wrong, I will correct it immediately."

"Here?" Ling Xian said for a moment, "But ... I don't have the materials."

"Anyway, I have." The old man waved.

"How sorry? Still forget it." Ling Xian declined, not wanting to be in the limelight, and second, not wanting to be humorous.

"Mother-in-law, don't look like a man." The old man glanced at Ling Xian and waved the material, throwing out, "I don't even bother with the material, what's your excuse?"

"Okay." Ling Xian smiled bitterly, arching her hand toward the old man, and then walked up to the podium.

The eyes of the crowd also followed him to the podium, apparently showing a bit of pessimism.

The basic battle armor sounds simple, but it is actually difficult to refine. Generally speaking, only fourth grade students, or intermediate armor divisions, are qualified for refining.

Ling Xian is only a freshman in the first grade, and naturally everyone does not think he can be refined.

Even the old man who had high hopes for him thought so.

He looked at Ling Xian kindly and said, "You don't have to be nervous, you can make one-tenth of the parts, and you will be successful."

"I understand." Ling Xian smiled faintly. Before he could listen to the old man's explanation, he could already complete all the parts independently. Now that he understands everything, he is confident that he can succeed in one fell swoop.

Right now, he was immersed in his mind and began to refine.

After that, everyone, including the elderly, fell into a constant shock.

I saw Ling Xianxin hand in hand, flowing clouds, like a master, refining one by one.

Moreover, his speed is extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he has refined hundreds of parts.

This stunned everyone, and even the elderly felt a bit shocked.

Ordinarily, he shouldn't be shocked, because he is a senior armor division, and it is easy to do such a thing. But don't forget, Ling Xian's identity at this moment, but the freshman in the first year of the Warframe series, naturally looks shocked.

"What you can make!"

The old man gave Lingxian an evaluation in his heart, but soon this evaluation was overturned.

It's not that Lingxian doesn't deserve this time, but that the word doesn't deserve Lingxian.

His refining speed is too fast, and the finished product is too good. Combined with his few days in contact with the armor, he can afford the genius.

"Is he really a freshman in the first grade? How do I think he is a senior in the fourth grade and one of the best!"

"I also feel this way. How can a freshman in the first grade achieve this?"

"This is probably a genius, not me.

Everyone talked, shocked and frustrated.

At this time, Lingxian had refined thousands of parts. Although it was still a hundred thousand miles away from the completion, it made everyone feel that he would succeed.

"What a natural talent, is it possible that he can be refined?"

The old man sighed, and his evaluation of Ling Xian has been changed from a genius to a wizard, and it is still being refreshed.

Ling Xian knew nothing about this.

He was completely immersed in the world of Warframe, focusing on refining parts.

Parts were created from him, more and more, and faster.

In the end, everyone couldn't see the process of refining, only saw the parts one by one and kept falling to the ground.

Time goes by bit by bit.

Ling Xian was immersed in refining, and everyone was immersed in shock.

They all forgot the passing of time and stared at Ling Xian tightly to see if he could succeed.

Five hours later, Ling Xian refined all the parts, which made everyone feel incredible.

That's tens of thousands of parts. Even if it is made by a few people, it will take a day. However, Lingxian did it independently, which is incredible!

"I don't know if he can succeed ..."

One murmured, anticipation flashed in his eyes.

The same goes for everyone.

Refining all the parts is not the point. The point is whether it can be successfully combined. Only then can it be considered a real success.

Under the much attention, Lingxian's big sleeves were thrown away, and all parts were automatically assembled.

After a few breaths of time, a basic armor appeared in front of everyone, and the tall body gave people an unspeakable shock.

Its standing posture like a mountain moving has also brought unprecedented shock.

Even the old man who was a senior armor division was caught in a shock at this moment.

He looked at the standing armor, moved his eyes to Lingxian, and slowly spit out two words.

"evildoer."