"There are bequests from my predecessors and my own ideas. I will write down the specific steps. There are many immature places in it, but I don't mind people referring to them one by one. It has already stated that the road leading to the final ladder, whether you follow that road or follow my immature design, you can get the final answer."

"What all this lacks is in my opinion just time-"

"You want to record it in the association?" Friston looked deeply at the young man in front of him, "Are you sure?"

"I don't have that kung fu," replied Fang Yu, "I'm going to continue the competition."

"The competition has been-"

Friston looked back at the others, and the young contestants were unopposed.

"No," Fang Yu looked at him and shook his head, "Mr. President, the game has just begun."

The president was slightly stunned.

Then he saw that Fang Yu placed his hand on the tower magic furnace. The next work was very simple, and it was far from the meaning of the crystal. Some of the work seemed familiar to him because he had seen his "old friend" design centuries ago.

Those designs were actually very mature in that era.

In fact, for Fang Ling, assembling this magic furnace is naturally far less skillful than constructing a crystal. He has only reproduced it once in the tree sea space, but the stuttering assembly itself has no change to the value of this magic furnace itself.

He disassembled the tower magic furnace bit by bit, changed the circuits in it, built a grid, added the part that was not in the design drawing, shaped each part, and then assembled it.

Each part of the final completed attributeless magic furnace has clear functions and no explanation is required. Friston can understand its principle.

After all, the attributeless magic furnace itself is not complicated, and what it originally lacks is only the most core part.

But that part.

Now there is an answer.

Less than a quarter of an hour during the whole process, Fang Rong had already pushed the light tower magic furnace in front of the president, raised his head and said softly: "This is the real direction of the tower magic furnace, what the Empire wants to find."

Many high-level alchemists on the outside were separated from the crowd and wanted to squeeze in and see their appearance.

There was a commotion outside the hall, and incredible whispers were passing by the crowd. The great alchemist was coming, and the great alchemist Amasth was outside. People whispered in a low voice, and the crowd automatically separated into a path, and people outside were hurried in.

Fang Yu looked at the craftsman president in front of him and spoke again: "But the answer is somewhat different..."

"What does it mean?" Looking at the boy, Friston had a confused look for the first time.

"What is Ed doing?"

Mu Lan was so anxious that she was about to jump up. She subconsciously looked at the two leaders in the group, but found that Ming was blocking everyone. "Ed told me," said the queen of makeup, "This is just a matter between him and the Imperial people. If his answer is accurate, there is no need for you to stop him."

She looked at the soul fingerprint.

Soul Fingerprint nodded with difficulty, "I don't understand it very well, but what Ed handed over should be much more complete than the others... Even if he was a little rude to the president, the empire should not deprive him of his achievements."

She said in confusion: "What happened to Ed, why did he talk to that president like that?"

"I don't know either."

Ming shook his head.

Mu Lan looked at the queen of makeup and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Fang Yu looked at the audience. He not only saw Ming, but also the Miss Shipman. Silweid's gaze was still bright, and he nodded slightly to him from afar, but there was a slight worry in his eyes.

Fang Yu felt guilty, but he didn't say much, and didn't even answer Friston's question, but turned around. At this moment, the crowd was in agitation. After the walls separated from each other, a group of people surrounded the great alchemist and appeared in that direction.

Amaste walked into the hall, and his sturdy eyes immediately locked in the tower magic furnace in front of Friston and asked:

“Is this what it really looks like?”

"Friston, that's what you're always looking for?"

He looked at the square pilobe again.

But Fang Yu turned a deaf ear. He had seen this great alchemist for a long time, and he did not create any ripples in his heart with the other party's noble identity. He only remembered the stubbornness and arrogance of the imperial people, and the alchemy holy land he saw at that time was nothing more than this.

He only looked at the president, as if there was only the other person left in the hall, as if in the high tower. Under the other party's gaze, Fang Yu picked up a piece of Taka-Kokaba's star crystal from the workbench.

The Lizard Man also called it a star fragment. At first, when he communicated with the staff, he asked the other party to bring the material together. This crystal is actually not a rare mineral, not to mention that when it comes to the selection of the Holy King, the Aoshu people often provide some precious collections.

Friston's eyebrows hopped when he saw the crystal.

As the founder of the Soul School, he naturally understood what that was. Nothing is better than a star crystal to become a container of souls. Many magicians even called this crystal a soul stone.

In fact, Rofen was holding such a crystal at this moment, unlike everyone else. Only this young man had not stopped his work until he accidentally raised his head and glanced at the direction of the pilobe.

And this glance made him unable to look away.

Square leopard placed a ray of light into the crystal.

It seems like the starry light is born in the crystal, blooming with an extremely beautiful light. The green light is as dazzling as the stars. It builds the original form of wisdom, memory and cognition in it.

Although that was just a prototype, Friston's heart had already raised waves. It was a way to shape the soul. He naturally knew it very well, because it was his own skill, but who taught it to the other party?

"you……"

Friston wanted to speak, but couldn't speak for a moment.

The hall was even more silent, and the alchemists looked at each other. They could roughly see that this should be something from the Soul School, but didn’t the other party choose the question of tower magic furnace?

Although the history of the Choice of the Holy King has never said that two questions cannot be completed at the same time, most people will not do such meaningless things, not to mention that the Soul School is not so recognized even within the Imperial Alchemist.

Some people even think that the Dragon Alchemist may be just showing off his skills or pleasing the craftsman president. Everyone knows that this president has an unusual view and view of the Soul School.

However, Fang Yu knew that it was not just that his views and opinions were as simple as that, but that the person in front of him was the creator of the Soul School.

In a sense.

He can be regarded as the other party's student.

But he was not begging for the other party to approve. In fact, the people around him could see this from the changing expression on Friston's face. The president's face actually showed a shocked expression, as if he had seen something incredible.

But most of the people present could not understand what was going on. They either did not understand the Soul School or they did not understand so deeply. Some of them might recognize that it was a star crystal, but most of them could not even tell what Fang Zhu did in the crystal.

If there is a magician who is proficient in this way, he might be able to make a rough idea.

In the entire Hall of the Holy Kings, only two people understood this scene.

One is Friston.

The other one is Rofen who is completely stunned there.

Outside the Hall of the Holy Kings, among the people watching the live broadcast of the game, there was another person who also understood that before the floating light curtain, the young man who was called the King of Gray was watching the scene with a calm face and gently raised his eyebrows.

In the hall, some people couldn't understand this scene, but they understood what was going on. The man who had been hiding behind the crowd had his eyes wandered between Fang Zhu and Friston, and then turned around and ran out of the hall-

In the crystal on Fang Yu's hand, the light was extinguishing little by little, and finally turned into darkness.

The dark crystal stopped in his palm.

He had seen this crystal before.

At the moment when Nini was born.

Friston looked at the crystal, his eyebrows were frowned tightly, and he couldn't even loosen. The president's face was even a little twisted. He gritted his teeth, his cheeks slightly bulged, and even blue veins bloomed on his forehead:

"This...is impossible!"

"This is……"

"this……"

Fang Ling replied: "This is the world after the starlight is extinguished. The essence of the soul resides here is no different from the shadow man. He has already come up with the answer, but in fact he is just to tell another you through my mouth."

He paused word by word: "Mr. President."

That was everything he had seen in the tower, the answer that the genius had let him see.

He finally thought of how to reproduce and made up his mind to reveal it in this game. It seemed that it had crossed the barriers of time and time, and the two same souls were questioning face to face. Does that road really lead to the correct answer?

"Mr. President," said Fang Ling, "I have proved that the road cannot be done."

Friston wanted to speak but stopped. He couldn't accept such a reality for a moment, so he took a few steps back.

But some people around who couldn't understand it were already sternly scolded and asked: "Mr. Amasht, the great alchemist, are you talking to you, young man, are you turning a deaf ear? Even if you have outstanding talents in alchemy, how can you not have basic etiquette? Even if you walk here, the Hall of the Holy Kings can deprive you of your qualifications!"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Fang Yu turned around.

He no longer spoke, nor needed, he didn't know what the Empire would react, was he changing his course, or was he making him bow his head?

Fortunately, he was ready.

He turned around and saw clearly the man who scolded him. In fact, he just saw clearly the great alchemist Amaste standing there, the elderly man, and the people standing beside him, he ignored them one by one.

There are always those stern clowns in history, but there is no place for them in the long river of alchemy. Instead, this old man will leave a profound mark in the history of the Aoshu people. How did the other party see all these changes?

Amasht was looking at him with deep eyes, without saying a word.

And another group of people rushed into the hall. They were a group of knights and guards covered with tight armor. They walked in front of them alone, separated the crowd and pointed at the pike, and said sternly:

"It is him, using taboo alchemy on the competition in the Hall of Holy Kings," the young man ordered the guards in a sharp voice: "There is reason to suspect that he has an affair with the dark creatures, and catch him!"

Taboo technique.

Fang Zhu looked at Friston on the side, not much surprise in his heart, and it was the reason.

He suddenly remembered the story of Mount Covenant that Miss Miya told him.

But Friston showed a look of shock and anger on his face. He was looking at the young man, "Bastard, who are you? Who asked you to come in? I don't know if there is any forbidden technique in the competition in the Hall of Holy Kings. What are you talking nonsense!?"
To be continued...