I’m Making Equipment In The Wasteland

Jiang Liu did what he said. He tried to upload the data in the terminal. With the slight tingling of his brain, Jiang Liu clearly felt that there were several new books in the consciousness space.

Own guess is right, this way is really possible!

Jiang Liu forcefully suppressed the joy in his heart.

He turned his head to look at the Qipao Miss who was still staying in the room and said, "Excuse me, please go out for a while, and then remind me when the time is up."

Cheongsam Miss:? ? ?

In the eyes of this Qipao Miss, Jiang Liu already has the identity of the second generation of mysterious rich. She originally wanted to take this opportunity to get closer to Jiang Liu. It’s not impossible if she can improve her relationship.

But when she was thinking about how to implement it, the person in front of her wanted to go out by herself?

Qipao Miss had a bitter look in her eyes, but after all she left the room honestly.

Before leaving, she hadn't forgotten to remind: "Sir, I will remind you in fifteen minutes."

"Okay." Jiang Liu nodded casually. At this moment, all his attention was on the books in the consciousness space.

As the cheongsam girl left, only Jiang Liu was in the room. He first carefully checked the surroundings of the room, and after using the terminal to make sure that there were no surveillance cameras in the room, he leaned on the sofa and pretended to sleep.

Jiang Liu, who seemed to be falsely sleepy, had already entered the consciousness space.

For a long time, since the appearance of the library in the consciousness space, Jiang Liu will browse here whenever he has time. He has read most of the books copied from the School of Basic Studies.

With the unique effect of the ritual space, the books that Jiang Liu read were easily understood by him. Others may need to spend thousands of times to learn things thoroughly. Here, Jiang Liu can learn them all at once.

In the consciousness space, Jiang Liu hurriedly picked up these books that he had just brought into the consciousness space.

The e-books that were originally stored in the terminal are now transformed into several parchment books in the consciousness space, densely packed with text and corresponding pictures.

Although Jiang Liu didn't have much time, twenty minutes was enough.

At this moment, he looked at the books in his hands intently, at an amazing speed, turning a page almost every second.

Ordinary people would definitely think that Jiang Liu is not a neurotic if they see it, but for Jiang Liu, such a speed is not fast.

Time passed quietly, and as the last book was closed by Jiang Liu, he slowly closed his eyes at this moment.

In my mind, countless fighting skills and common sense were rapidly intertwining and making mistakes. At this moment, Jiang Liu had completely learned the books that Zhao Changan had given him.

However, such efficient learning comes at a price. For example, Jiang Liu knows that he is waiting until his head is slightly tingling.

This is the price of the brain's overloaded operation.

Withdrawing from the consciousness space, Jiang Liu stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his temples, and the time just passed fifteen minutes.

There was a knock on the door again outside the room, accompanied by a reminder of a cheongsam reception.

"Mr. Jiang Mu, there are still ten minutes before your match, you can enter the preparation area to prepare."

"coming."

Jiang Liu stepped forward and opened the door, led by the cheongsam reception to the war preparation area.

The so-called battle preparation area is set up on both sides of the arena. When you enter the battle preparation area, you can clearly hear the cheers and screams from the audience outside.

The cheongsam girl apologized to Jiang Liu: "Mr. Jiang Mu, I will not be responsible for the next thing. You can carry mechas here and enter the arena after the gate opens."

"Finally, I wish you victory."

Jiang Liu nodded slightly, and the cheongsam reception was very witty and turned to leave.

The cheers in the arena were deafening, but Jiang Liu at the moment became more calm.

After successively experiencing life and death battles, Jiang Liu's psychological quality cannot be said to be as strong as steel, but it is almost the same. At least he will not have any psychological burden when facing such a situation.

The black painted wings of the Fallen were taken out by Jiang Liu from Mercury Tears, and the huge mecha reverberated in the preparation zone with a muffled sound.

The restored Wings of the Fallen is now more like a black death god, once awakened, it will relentlessly wield the sickle and reap life.

Jiang Liu stepped forward, his height was insignificant in front of Wings of Steel, and he could reach the knees of Wings of Depravity.

The white palm touched the surface of the Steel Wing, and the cold metal touch made Jiang Liu feel the familiar sense of security.

"Old man, we are going to fight together again this time."

Jiang Liu expertly jumped into the cockpit, and as the source force surged, the eyes of Fallen Wings burst into dark red light!

In the arena, the battle just now has ended, and a man in a black vest leaned forward. He has strong muscles and a striking beard.

"Brothers! Was the battle just now exciting! Was it fierce! I just saw the old black with blood boiling! This is the battle! This is the blood!"

The man shouted in an impassioned mood mixed with aria, and with his shout, the emotions of countless spectators below the arena were also mobilized.

Lao Hei waved his fists and continued to shout: "Everyone! The next battle is not ordinary. Our fight club once again ushered in a new fighter! He will be in his qualifying match, whether it is the rising star. The legendary road fell silently, and everything is on top of the upcoming game!"

"In addition! Dear friends, our gambling pool is already open! Friends can bet as much as you like! After three minutes, our gambling pool will be blocked!"

At this moment, Zhao Changan was familiar with the road and opened the terminal, very skillfully linking the betting platform of the fight club.

Here, as long as the gambling pool is not blocked, anyone can bet, and Zhao Changan is obviously an old player.

Time was passing, and when the gambling pool closed the last ten seconds, Zhao Changan began to prepare to bet.

Above the arena, Lao Hei waved his hands and shouted: "Everyone! Please shout with me!"

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

At this moment, the gates of the battle preparation areas on both sides were opened, and above the arena, the holographic screens representing the bets of both sides also changed instantly.

In the original match, Jiang Liu’s odds still stayed at 1; 15, but the next second, his bet immediately became 1; 3, which means that it will hinder the remittance of the huge amount of funds just now, otherwise the system will not Jiang Liu's unfavorable rate was adjusted to such a point.

As the host, the look of Lao Hei changed slightly. He knew that just now, someone must have made a bet in secret, and this time the qualifying player may be a guy who pretends to be a pig and eat a tiger.

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