After a round of attacks, he took the lead step by step, and then he lost without any doubt.

But is there such a big difference between the speed of 117 and the speed of 124? Suddenly, a flash of light flashed across Fang Piao's mind. He raised his head and looked at the other party Ming's expression. He knew that he had reacted, and he felt a little nervous.

Startled.

Realized so quickly?

"What did you think of?" she asked.

"It's simplicity," Fang Plover gave an answer in his mind. Speed ​​is not speed, because there is still time for intention and reaction. Therefore, the action strategies of angels with the same speed in the hands of different people are completely different.

And such differences will only lead to differences in speed.

But the fastest speed will only be the simplest strategy.

There is only one optimal solution

The information they possess will make it easier for people to find this solution. Therefore, when both parties have only one solution, whoever finds this point first will have the upper hand.

"Simplicity means speed." Ming looked at the young man with some admiration and nodded lightly: "This is also the core essence of swift tactics. The information mastered only allows people to make more accurate judgments."

"But being addicted to information will lead to inferiority."

"When you meet the Gray King, you will understand the true meaning of this." At this point, she couldn't help but sigh softly.

She is actually only one step away from the Ten Kings, but it is this one step that determines the gap between the two.

Only when people get to this point can they see the real ceiling more clearly. If you can't make an inch further, you can't make an inch further. She looked at Fang Pulver and couldn't help but think of another student of hers, loofah.

She hoped that Loofah could reach a height that she could not reach before. The little girl who was once favored by most people seemed to have such potential.

It's just that it took Loofah one night to give her this answer, but the young man in front of her took five minutes. She suddenly remembered some rumors she had heard, legends she once thought were anecdotes.

There are some rumors about the third war zone, the strongest of the three craftsman kings in the history of Chinese dynasties.

Did Fairy Dance really exist?

Such doubts also arose in her mind.

But the Construct Queen immediately shook her head and came back to her senses. She looked at Fang Plover and asked: "Since you have thought it through, how about we do it again?"

Fang Yu was silent for a moment and nodded. He wiped his sweat. The two of them fought for only a moment, but to him it felt like he was exhausted. He felt like he was fished out of the water and was sweating profusely.

He took a deep breath and was about to raise the control glove in his hand again.

But at this time, Ming asked: "Wait, do you still have experience?"

Fang Plover nodded slightly.

"How many?"

"No, not much, there are about a quarter to sixteen levels left..."

Ming retracted her hand and took out a green leaf from her pocket, "Take it." She gently threw the leaf forward and threw it in front of Fang Pulong. Fang Pulou looked at the leaf with some surprise. It was the holy leaf.

Tree leaves.

It is one of the few legendary consumables in Aitaria that can provide serious cognitive experience points.

One leaf is worth 30,000 experience points.

This is no small number.

And such a leaf can only be used twice in a person's life. Because the second time it is used, it is only half effective, and the third time it is completely useless.

It was too expensive, and he was embarrassed to pick it up for a while. But Ming looked at him and shook her head: "Pick it up. You have to prepare these things when training newcomers." She shook her head: "You haven't used it before.

Bar?"

Fang Yu shook his head. He used this thing for hundreds of thousands of lisels a piece. He could only afford one or two slices by selling it. But from what he said, it was necessary for top guilds to cultivate talented trainees.

Something to prepare?

Fang Yu suddenly felt that the Grand Guild was not that bad after all.

But he quickly shook his head and threw away this bizarre idea.

Ming's special training was said to last for one day, but in fact it came to an end in just half a day.

On the one hand, this is because Fang Plover already has a foundation in swift tactics, and the Construct Queen had taught him quite a bit of experience when he was underground in Fenris last time. After having a solid foundation, this time

Teaching is naturally much easier.

But on the other hand, it is also Fang Piao's own understanding in the field of combat craftsmanship. He himself did not notice this, but Ming was already frightened. But she did not say it out loud. After all, the other party was a young man, and sometimes he was too

Being overconfident is not a good thing.

She has seen many such examples.

However, in private, when Odin asked her about her related training, the Construct Queen still smiled at him mysteriously.

Monk Zhang Er was confused by Odin's gaze, and he asked speechlessly: "What are you laughing at, what are you so crazy about? Have you seen that guy in Chen Xi?" Ming glared at him angrily: "A dog spits in his mouth.

If I don’t produce ivory, do you care what makes me happy?”

"Inexplicable." Odin shook his head.

…

While the two were talking.

Fang Yu was looking at a boy with a baby face who was carrying a huge backpack and walking towards him curiously. The other person looked left and right before asking: "Excuse me, are you Mr. Ed?"

What?"

After a arduous battle, Fang Yu finally got Ming's approval before letting him go. But now he was sweating profusely, sitting aside to rest, looking at the other party, and nodded inexplicably.

He knew both Ming and Odin, but he saw the young man in front of him again, but he felt vaguely familiar.

The young man had already stretched out his hand to him: "Hello, my name is Washing hands."

Fang Yu subconsciously stretched out his hand to shake hands with the other party.

But when he heard this ID, his expression changed wildly. He quickly took his hand back and touched his pocket, only to press the empty button. When he looked up, he saw that his wallet was in the opponent's hand, and the boy was holding his wallet.

After looking up, down, left and right, I still felt a little pity:

"So poor."

Fang Yuan's face darkened, wondering if this man could speak again, so he just said: "Give it back to me."

"Don't worry, I'm just taking a look," the young man smiled slightly: "You put your wallet too carelessly. If I hadn't checked it for you, it might have been lost sooner or later. But you don't have to thank me, it's just me.

It’s just a personal habit.”

Fang Yu took his bag with a speechless expression. He believed that this man was a ghost, but looking at the young man, he asked with some disbelief: "You, are you a hand washer? A grand thief hand washer?"

The young man nodded: "It's me."

"But, aren't you a woman?"

"Ah, that's my sister."

"Your sister?"

"She calls for hand washing."

Fang Yu looked at the other person a little suspiciously, why had he never heard that this person had a sister?

The young man didn't care and just replied: "By the way, you should know why I came here, right?"

"Is it because of Mr. Odin?"

The young man nodded: "I will teach you how to deal with the close attacks of Nightingales and other professions. You should know that Nightingales and other professions are the natural enemies of alchemists and other spellcasting professions."

He paused, looked at Fang Yu and said, "I don't have much time, you can prepare now."

Although Fang Yu was a little suspicious that this person was lying to him, since Odin didn't come out, he was embarrassed to ask more questions. Besides, although the other person was not as famous as Ming and Odin, he was still a big boss.

Although he has seen a lot of bosses recently and has gradually gotten used to it, he still nodded slightly.

When the young man saw him nodding, he took a step back and waited for him to finish. But suddenly, the other party asked: "By the way, little brother, do you still have experience?"

Fang Yu stopped moving his hands and felt that these words sounded familiar.

When he looked up, he saw that the other party was taking out a potion bottle filled with golden liquid from his pocket to learn the potion. At that moment, Fang Yu felt tears streaming down his face. Although he knew that he was very poor, these big guys also

That's too much.

Not to mention preparing an experience consumable, everyone is different.

This does not require the survival of poor people like them at the bottom.
Chapter completed!