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The judge next to him, who thought he was younger, had a kind smile on his face, approached the examiner in a respectful tone, and said: "Master Ye Deluo, your beloved apprentice also participated in the mecha manufacturing competition this time, I miss him We will definitely achieve a good result of No.1.”

Ye Deluo didn't squint, and didn't even change his facial expression.

He seemed to say disdainfully: "There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people. The vision of the president is not too low."

The face of the president of the Mecha Manufacturing Association was ugly for a moment, but he calmed down almost instantly, and put on the same smile as before.

Although Ye Deluo has always relied on his talents and disdain to have too many intersections with the Mecha Builders Association, but to be honest, many achievements and expert members of the Mecha Builders have been taught by Master Ye Deluo.

Even the president, in front of a heavyweight like Ye Deluo, would inevitably be a head shorter involuntarily.

What's more, with Ye Deluo's temper, he can only sneer when he speaks out.

The president was full of the bio-mech proposed by Ye Deluo, and couldn't help asking: "What aspect of the situation are you planning to consider in accepting apprentices this time?"

At this time, a young man wearing a white lab coat professionally equipped by a mech maker and a gray sweater walked over lightly.

There was a faint smile on his face, and when he looked carefully, he couldn't tell whether he was smiling or whether his expression was just like that——

Because the corners of his lips are naturally raised, which is a physiological expression.

He is another mech maker who is as famous as Master Ye Deluo - Lin Feng.

Lin Feng pulled the swivel chair beside the examiner, sat down on it, and then took out the electronic notebook he carried with him and put it on the long black table in front of him.

Completely different from Ye Deluo's arrogance and slovenliness, Lin Feng greeted him politely after hearing the chairman's question.

"I read two articles about the speed-up of mechs published by President Luther, and I feel that they are very forward-looking. I can continue to study them in depth." Lin Feng said.

President Luther’s eyes lit up——

Oh my god, he was encouraged by Master Lin Feng!

Who is Lin Feng?

He is one of the most important pioneers and manufacturers of SSS level mechs.

It can even be said that half of the unripe 3S mechas in the empire are made by Lin Feng!

It is such a great god who usually lives at home all day and can't find anyone. Today is also rare. The Mecha Ancient Martial Arts Competition spent countless energy to invite him here.

But now, God Lin Feng actually read his research paper, and it actually showed that he has great potential!

Just when President Luther was about to say something with his excited eyes burning, a clearly audible laughing sound came from beside him——

"Lin Feng, I found that your aesthetic level is getting worse and worse. Any cat or dog's crap can get into your eyes. Don't let them come out to make me laugh."

President Lutheran is stuck.

If the person who said these words was someone else, he would stand up angrily to defend Lin Feng's authority.

But that person is the genius Ye Deluo...

Ye Deluo didn't lower his voice, so that the ten judges present heard it clearly, so they all looked at each other, and they didn't know what to say for a while.

Lin Feng just glanced at Ye Deluo lightly, then looked away as if he didn't hear, and stared at the holographic projection in front of him.

Lin Ye and Lin Ye would pinch each other when they met. It has been decades since they were young, and everyone has long been familiar with it.

If Ye Deluo is a genius, then Lin Feng is a genius when it comes to mecha manufacturing.

However, Lin Feng didn't speak, and Ye Deluo still didn't want to let go of this opportunity to hurt him, and sneered again, which was full of contempt.

Finally someone couldn't help it, and said: "Master Lin has always been low-key in academics and making mechas. If he doesn't make a sound, he will become a blockbuster. Unlike some people who only talk about it every day and are self-righteous. Get results."

The King of Hades fights, and the little ghost suffers. Logically speaking, everyone present is a veteran who has been famous for a long time, and it is not appropriate to help anyone with these things.

But in fact, Ye Deluo's character is really too bad, even if he has a halo of genius shrouded in his head, it can't make up for the bad impression his bad character left on everyone.

It is precisely because of the stark contrast between his genius and personality that he is more likely to be hated by others.

The person who spoke was an admirer of Lin Feng, and now he is also a mecha master, and at the same time he looked down on Ye Deluo's reputation.

Ye Deluo's face suddenly darkened when he heard the words, and a pair of cold eyes stared at the person who just spoke.

"Any cat or dog can be a judge. The organizing committee let people of this level sit with me. It is a blasphemy and insult to me."

He threw a pen in his hand on the table casually, leaned against the back of the chair and looked ahead and said, "Are you going to get out by yourself or should I throw you out?"

The young Mecha Builder No. 3 judge was intimidated by Ye Deluo's eyes, and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva involuntarily, while his face turned red from being insulted.

"What right do you have to drive me away?"

Ye Deluo sneered: "Just because I am better than you, just because I am more senior than you, just because I know they will choose between me and you, get out!"

What he said was straightforward and rude, and he was so angry that people couldn't pay for his life-although everything he said was true, anyone would feel disgusted when Ye Deluo said it. All too bad for unbearable reasons.

A more experienced mech maker saw that the atmosphere was so frozen, so he had no choice but to smooth things over.

He said with a smile: "Children are ignorant, and you are too, Lao Ye. You are such a grown-up person, why do you care about these things?"

Ye Deluo is used to doing whatever he wants, even if others give him a step, he still depends on his mood.

At this moment, he was in a rather bad mood, so he didn't take this step.

Ignoring his old friend's words, Ye Deluo stared at judge No. 3 with those deep-socketed eyes, and said casually, "Don't get out yet."

Judge No. 3's palms were already sweating, and his anger was also aroused -- so what if he is a Taishan Beidou in the mecha manufacturing world?

Damn, to be able to be a master with this kind of quality is simply a disgrace to the mech manufacturing world!

No. 3 stood up with a bang, pointed at Ye Deluo, and angrily said: "You, you are just relying on your own qualifications! But what else do you have besides your qualifications? Isn't what I said the truth? You have been doing it for 20 years. No works have come out, and you became famous at the beginning, all because you hugged Master Lin Feng's thigh!"

Ye Deluo looked ferocious, and moved his fingers.

Lin Feng raised his hand as if nothing had happened, touched Ye Deluo's hand, and then quickly moved away when no one saw it.

"The competition will start immediately. If anyone doesn't want to continue to be a judge, he can leave now."

Lin Feng has already passed the age and status of using the pitch of his voice to show his aura. At this time, his voice is not high, and his tone is quite flat, but even so, it still makes the No. 3 judge who almost leaves the seat because of the humiliation Gritting his teeth, he sat down again.

Ye Deluo looked at Lin Feng with dark eyes.

Feeling his burning gaze, Lin Feng slightly turned his head to look at him.

After a while, Ye Deluo unexpectedly did not pursue it any further.

A crisis that none of the judges could understand was easily resolved by Lin Feng's words.

Nan Jing knew nothing about what happened in the judges' seat.

All his attention now is focused on the ugly looking thing in his hand, and with his ability to identify thousands of mecha parts and raw materials, he can't tell what it is.

Holding it in his hand, Nan Jing felt the coldness of his touch muscles, as if the chill inside could be transmitted to his brain through the skin.

Looking at the weight, it is quite light, much lighter than the density of most ore materials that Nanjing knows.

Nan Jing slowly frowned, and kept passing his source of consciousness to the parts of the mecha through his hands, only to find that those parts were like a bottomless pit that had been absorbing the source of consciousness, and there was no time to be satisfied.

However, according to the part map of the mecha manufacturing, Nan Jing can guarantee [-]% that his manufacturing method is correct.

What went wrong?

Nan Jing broke his promise for a few more minutes, but felt more and more that his current traditional manual method was wrong - because according to his calculation, even if all the sources of consciousness were exhausted, it would not be able to fill this small space at all. Component.

The entire competition lasted for two hours, and all the participants were assigned the same S-level mecha to surpass your production materials, and use this to spell out a complete core part of the mecha.

Nan Jing looked at the time, and the energy spent on this mecha part alone has reached one-third of his total energy, and nearly half of the time has passed.

In order to ensure the results of the competition, Nan Jing had to temporarily put the part elsewhere, then picked up other materials neatly placed on the table, and used the source of consciousness to process them.

During this process, Nan Jing has not yet discovered that his every move has been completely noticed by the two people.