Chapter 920: Heaven and Earth Are Impartial

In the Desolate Realm, Wei Yuan waved the whip in his hand and lashed it fiercely at a Force Shaman!

This Force Shaman looked very young, but his cultivation was not low. After a painful roar, he looked up at Wei Yuan, his eyes revealing fierce light.

"Still not convinced?" Wei Yuan waved the barbed steel whip again, lashing a dozen times in a row, each lash bringing up a piece of blood. The young Force Shaman kept howling, but finally endured it.

Wei Yuan put away the whip and said to the Force Shamans who were watching silently: "The Desolate Roar I'm teaching you now is the best formula at present! Don't give me any original ideas! Strictly follow the score to roar, and there will be steel! I said, you don't need to think."

After saying that, Wei Yuan said to the young Force Shaman: "Since you think you have strength and are smart, then I will give you a chance to challenge me."

Wei Yuan stretched out his left hand and said: "Use your full strength, hit here, I want to see how much strength you really have!"

The young Force Shaman stood up, wiped the blood from his face, and a beast-like fierce light appeared in his eyes. He suddenly roared and slammed his fist into Wei Yuan's left hand with all his strength!

The young Force Shaman had anticipated various situations for this punch, most of which were blasting the thin and ugly Wei Yuan away, and a small part was being bounced back himself. After all, Wei Yuan's record was there, and no Force Shaman dared to say that he could win against Wei Yuan in a fight. But this was not a fight, but a pure comparison of physical bodies.

So the young Force Shaman was full of confidence, but he never expected that when this punch hit, Wei Yuan didn't move at all!

Wei Yuan really didn't move a single bit. Perhaps there was an extremely tiny displacement, but the eyesight of the Force Shamans present couldn't see it. And the feeling of the young Force Shaman at this moment was that he had slammed his full-strength punch into the hardest earth in the Desolate Realm. The Desolate Realm would be fine, but his own situation was big.

The young Force Shaman looked at his completely deformed fist, delayed for a moment, and then began to scream.

Only then did Wei Yuan say to the group of Force Shamans: "Before defeating me, don't have any original ideas and change the Desolate Roar, don't change a single note! This is not work you can do. After the Flame Storm passes, I don't care how you do it, but now, here, no! Now is not the time for you to show your personality, and it is not the time to show those brains of yours that are not much stronger than stones!

Now, I only want Desolate Steel!"

"Understood..." A group of Force Shamans answered weakly, sparsely.

Wei Yuan couldn't force it; this was the best result. This batch of Force Shamans were all pulled from all over the Desolate Realm by Lord Jiumu, and they had no deep binding with Fengmang itself. Many were smashed here by Lord Jiumu with money.

The injured young Force Shaman was the representative of the thorns. He wouldn't do what he was told to do, and always had his own ideas. He was not very smart, but he didn't think so himself, and he was very active and proactive, wanting to change Fengmang with his own strength, change the living status of the Force Shamans, and then change the entire Desolate Realm.

After meeting this young Force Shaman, Wei Yuan finally understood how much lethality a diligent, proactive, and business-minded idiot could have. This young Force Shaman suddenly changed the pitch of the Desolate Roar at that time, adding several turns according to his own ideas and aesthetics, resulting in two furnaces of molten steel being wasted in a row. Wei Yuan was so angry that he used private punishment, but it seemed that this young Force Shaman didn't think he had any problems at all.

Looking at the stubborn eyes of the young Force Shaman, Wei Yuan finally decided not to struggle with him anymore and sent him directly to move ore. Moving ore shouldn't cause trouble... right?

After dealing with the small episode, Wei Yuan returned to his room, threw himself into a chair, closed his eyes, rested for about ten seconds, then bounced up, spread out the jade paper, and continued to modify the doctrine.

Master Master Ronglong appeared in the room at some point. He didn't disturb Wei Yuan, but looked at the scene in the room with interest.

Hundreds of images floated in the room, all of which were battles between Force Shamans and Flame Demons. Each image had different content, and the Force Shamans' innate skills and equipment were also different. Their opponents were sometimes Desolate Insects, sometimes Flame Demons, and sometimes Pterosaurs, ranging from one to dozens.

In each image, if a Force Shaman died in battle, it would restart. And the Force Shaman in the new image would adjust according to the opponent's killing moves, and then restart the battle. These hundreds of images were hundreds of deduction processes.

Wei Yuan wrote the doctrine for a while, then modified the armor on the Force Shamans for a while, cycling like this. When Wei Yuan designed an armor part, he listed dense numbers and drew hundreds of simple diagrams. Just whether the curved surface was flatter or more bulging made no difference in Master Master Ronglong's eyes, but Wei Yuan calculated several jade papers, then found that he had gone in the wrong direction, so he tore them up and recalculated.

Master Master Ronglong watched quietly for a long time before asking: "What is the use of calculating these?"

Wei Yuan looked up, saw Master Master Ronglong, and was not surprised at all, saying: "The force of an Flame Demon's jet spraying on this piece of armor is different. I want to know how the flame is diverted, how the heat is transmitted in the armor, and how the erosion of the Flame Demon's innate demonic power spreads. Only after calculating these clearly can I perfect the design. In the end, perhaps the improvement is only a little over ten percent, but as long as the defense of the vital points can be improved by ten percent, the overall survival rate can be significantly improved. I haven't calculated it specifically yet, but it should be improved by more than double."

Wei Yuan rubbed his forehead and sighed: "The way of calculation is really too difficult. It seems it doesn't intend to be friends with me."

Master Master Ronglong picked up a piece of jade paper, looked at it and put it down, picked up another one, then put it down, then smiled bitterly, saying: "It seems it doesn't want to be friends with me even more."

In this way, Wei Yuan and Master Master Ronglong had a feeling of sympathy for each other.

Master Master Ronglong's gaze turned, and he saw a stack of jade papers on the edge of the table, which had been bound into a book. He picked it up at random and saw the title on the cover: "Principles of Desolate Steel Armor Refining."

Master Master Ronglong opened it and read it carefully. The whole book started from the refining of Desolate Steel, then to the different methods of parts refining, and then to the armor design schemes suitable for several common Force Shaman cultivation schools.

At the end of the book, Wei Yuan also opened a separate chapter, specifically talking about how to trim the excess limbs of Force Shamans. The whole book finally returned to four words: Too much is as bad as too little. ===== CHAPTER 921 =====