The weakest profession? Please, it's just that you don't know how to use it.

Chapter 63

"Student, feel free to demonstrate."

Professor Qi said with a smile while standing on the podium.

Chen Feng nodded and then came to the front of the podium.

Seeing the wooden stake being destroyed by his roommate, he decided to give it a try.

So he took out the Dragon Breath Cannon from the warehouse and covered his hand. A white light suddenly appeared in his palm.

An oval palm-sized Dragon Breath Cannon shell slowly took shape in the light curtain like a 3D printer.

【Start building......】

【Consume basic materials*10]

First the bottom, then build the internal space regularly, and finally converge at the top.

As the light disappears, a complete Dragon Breath Cannon shell is created.

"This, this is?!"

The relaxed smile on Professor Qi's face disappeared.

Instead, there was an indescribable surprise.

Self-made!

And it was such a smooth self-made!

The whole process, whether it was speed or fluency, the students in front of him were almost perfect.

And it was not an ordinary useless component, but seemed to be a cannonball!

Professor Qi stared at Chen Feng's back with surprise.

Professor Qi had some impression of every student who had taken his open elective course.

But he was unfamiliar with the boy in front of him, as well as the three people who had appeared one after another. In other words, these people were all freshmen who had just enrolled.

Compared with the two logistics professional freshmen who were holding knives and boxing, Professor Qi felt weird and puzzled at most.

But now, when he saw a freshman using self-made so skillfully, the two words jumped into his mind.

‘Genius! '

You know, self-building is a laborious process.

It doesn't mean that you can build whatever you want.

Even if you want to use materials to build an extremely simple tool, it will still consume a lot of energy and the failure rate is extremely high.

From zero to nothing, it has always been difficult for humans to play the role of creator.

Not to mention building weapons and armor, the difficulty is even higher.

This is why most of the awakened logistics professionals have given up on self-building and rely on the blueprints dropped through upgrades for their abilities and career development, but that is too resource-intensive and luck-intensive.

After all, who doesn't like the refreshing feeling of completing a task with one click?

Although Chen Feng only built ammunition for weapons, it does not have its own professional characteristics, and it does not belong to the range of high-difficulty weapons and armor props.

But it is still not a simple thing to independently build an object with internal precision and theoretical support.

At least, it is not an ability that a freshman should master.

As Chen Feng finished loading, he raised the Dragon Breath Cannon in his hand.

Wang Meng, Deng Cuo and Yu Junyan looked over, full of curiosity.

The next moment, Chen Feng pulled the trigger.

The flames gushed out, tightly enveloping the wooden stake that was chopped in half.

The crackling sound was the sound of the wooden stake expanding and cracking due to the high temperature.

The scorching flames of the Dragon Breath Cannon not only burned the wooden stake, but also the entire classroom.

The hot air that hit the students in the face made them feel stressed and sweat broke out on their foreheads.

Deng Cuo, in particular, subconsciously covered his head with his hands, fearing that his afro would be burned to ashes.

【Probability triggered! 】

Suddenly, the system prompt sound exploded in the mind.

The already raging flames showed their true fangs in front of everyone.

The range of the flames doubled directly, and the entire practice area where the wooden stakes were located was shrouded in it.

Puff——

The complex multi-tube fire sprinkler system above the classroom was triggered, and the cold fire water sprayed down.

But this did not reduce the fire of the Dragon Breath Cannon in the slightest.

It didn't stop until Chen Feng released the trigger.

The high temperature touched the water, making a hissing sound, and splashing water mist covered most of the classroom. It also soaked everyone's body.

No one knows how high the temperature of the flames emitted by Chen Feng's Dragon Breath Cannon is.

It is only known that when the water mist dissipated, all that was left in front of everyone was a pool of fragmented coke fragments and blackened white walls.

"Too, too cruel, not even leaving a complete body"

"Did you see the ammunition he just took out? He made it himself."

"Self-made? No way, these are just freshmen!"

Everyone was very confused.

But looking at the back of the classroom, the four senior students standing in the empty space between the seats were already sweating profusely.

Each of them had an expression as if they had eaten shit.

"One plays with a knife, one plays with his fists, and one plays with fire. Are these guys here to mess things up?"

"Brother, we'll have to look for them after class......."

"What the hell are you looking for? Do they look like normal logistics professionals? I can't afford to offend them."

The four old students who were about to cause trouble for Chen Feng and his friends restrained themselves a lot.

Looking at the wooden stake in the corner of the classroom that had been hit by knives and fists and finally burned into slag by fire, they always felt an indescribable sense of oppression.

It was as if the wooden stake now was their fate in the future.

"Professor Qi, I'm sorry I was a little slow."

Chen Feng put away the Dragon Breath Cannon, turned around and apologized.

If he had released his finger on the trigger half a second earlier, maybe the wall wouldn't be so black. Maybe it could be painted white again.

But now, it's all burnt out.

Professor Qi didn't mean to blame Chen Feng.

Instead, he walked down from the podium and came to Chen Feng's side.

""Student, who did you learn self-creation from?"

Chen Feng didn't expect Professor Qi to ask such a question, so he said,"I learned it from my instructor when I attended the summer camp."

Professor Qi's eyes lit up, he slowly took off his glasses, and said a name from his mouth.

"Li Wenguang, right?"

Chen Feng's pupils trembled.

"Do you know him?"

Professor Qi smiled faintly,"Li Wenguang is my first apprentice."

Huh?!

This surprised Chen Feng.

He had been studying with Li Wenguang for nearly two months, and he had never heard him mention Professor Qi's name, let alone the fact that he had a master.

"Young man, what is your name?"

"Chen Feng"

"Chen Feng......Judging from your method of building it, it is derived from the inside out, layer by layer, like a surgical operation. I guess Li Wenguang is teaching you very seriously."

"This is completely different from his previous attitude towards students."

"Did he accept you as his apprentice?"

Chen Feng shook his head.

"What is this kid still stubborn about? How about this, Chen Feng"

"From now on, you should spare some time every day to come to the logistics professional training building. My office is also there, and I will personally teach you how to build your own ability."

As soon as these words came out, the whole classroom suddenly became quiet.

The sound of people gasping for air surrounded them.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Who is Professor Qi? He is the most admirable awakener of the logistics profession in the entire Shangjing City.

Even those powerful awakeners of the combat power have to put down their pride and greet Professor Qi when they see him.

But such a master of the logistics profession in Shangjing City actually announced in the self-selected open class that he would give Chen Feng"special treatment"?

Is this fair?

This is not fair.

Is this reasonable?

It's even more unreasonable!

Everyone doesn't understand. This Chen Feng's surname is neither Li.

Chen Feng was also surprised.

He looked at the kind-faced Professor Qi and didn't know what to say for a while.

Until Professor Qi patted him on the shoulder

"It's time for Li Wenguang to take in a disciple."

"Well, I'll make the decision for him, and you can just call me Master from now on."

Chen Feng scratched his head.

He looked back at Deng Cuo, whose face was flushed red, and smiled helplessly.