Du Qian picked up the pen and quickly listed one formula after another on the paper. Fortunately, the graduation time was not long, and these basic formulas were still remembered in his mind. After a few minutes, Du Qian came up with the calculation result. Looking at the result, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt particularly painful.

Between one hour and forty to two hours, the combat power is really hard to bear. The slow speed of returning spirits makes people want to commit suicide. No wonder no matter what job they do, people like martial arts monks. This gap is not an ordinary big one.

As long as you pass the threshold of 10,000 combat power and become a real martial arts monk, your time to return to the spirit can be shortened to fifty minutes, which is twice as fast as you are now.

With a combat power of more than 150,000, he became the King of War and his spirit recovery speed was forty seconds. What is the difference? Turtle and low-altitude aircraft?

Two hours can be spent in the window period, so it will not affect your absorption of spiritual horns. But in this way, your previous fantasy can only be fantasy.

A piece of ten yuan is naturally not satisfied with Du Qian. The price is not high, so it can only be compensated by quantity. Now is the process of improving proficiency. He believes that one day, he will be able to quickly separate the energy wires, quickly braid the rings, and quickly make them one by one...

No matter what it is, some people spend ten yuan to collect it anyway. As long as they make more of it and make dozens of pieces every day, they don’t have to worry about spiritual horns.

Du Qian's calculation method is inverse push, and he needs four spiritual horns every day, that is, four hundred yuan, pieces of stuff, each of which is ten yuan, which means that his goal is to have forty pieces every day.

Now it's over. I'm going to go back to the spirit for two hours. Even if I don't take time to make it myself, I can only make twelve pieces at most in a day. In fact, it's impossible to reach this speed. According to his calculations, it's amazing to be able to make ten pieces a day.

Du Qian's idea of ​​buying spiritual horns was full of ideas, and he didn't think about the problem with normal thinking. Even if it was ten pieces a day, it would be one hundred yuan, and in a month, it would be three thousand yuan.

A monthly salary of 3,000? What a joke? In a country where the average salary of the Zhoushan Empire is only 30 yuan, you can make a hundred times the money? Unless you run a business or a warrior level martial arts monk.

Not to mention Du Qian’s requirements are four times higher than this, with an income of 12,000 yuan a month? In Pingchuan City, most small businesses cannot make so much money.

"Increase proficiency, increase speed, and quickly become a martial monk." Du Qian would not blame the world. No one in war orphans is not a miserable fate. It is better to rely on himself than on the sky and the earth. No one needs to teach this kind of thing, and you will understand it early.

In some ways, war orphans are far more mature and grow faster than those who live in happy families and grow up in ****.

Of course, the shortcomings of war orphans are also extremely obvious, and it is obvious that it is much more difficult than ordinary people to stand out in this society.

Without the support of relatives and friends, there is no sufficiently high education, a perverse temperament, inhumaneness, and extremely low emotional intelligence. These shortcomings have caused the war orphans to endure hardships and endure hardships that ordinary people cannot bear. They grow very quickly in the early stage and can reach a certain level, and it will lose their momentum and make it very difficult to improve further.

Increased proficiency is the easiest thing to do now. Whether it is separation of energy wires or weaving knots, Du Qian is exploring little by little these days. Sometimes clouds appear in front of him, and light flies out of the clouds, guiding him how to do it.

A few days ago, Du Qian was already a brainless fan of Master Jufu. The talisman made by Master Jufu is too powerful. Even if you are a fool, he has a way to teach you. There is a teacher anytime and anywhere, not bothering or irritating, and can teach you continuously. What else can you not learn?

As for becoming a great talisman gathering master, this ideal is too far away, so far away that a narcissistic guy like Du Qian, he didn't dare to think about it.

The basic threshold of the Fu Ju Master is actually not very high. A martial monk with a combat power of 10,000 is the lowest threshold. If it weren't possible before, but now there is absolutely no problem.

The master of Keju Fu also has another extremely perverted threshold, analysis, calculation, arrangement, and problem solving. The requirements for this thing are so high that it can cause any mathematician to collapse.

That's right, you can understand it this way. Any master of qun is the most outstanding mathematician. Compared with those mathematicians who only know how to use paper and pen and fiddle with differential machines, the difference is not a little bit better, but a ton of tons.

Du Qian felt that in orphan school, his IQs and Lei Ming were quite good, but compared with the requirements of Jufu Master, it was no longer a problem of gap. Not to mention them, even the mathematics teachers in orphan school were almost out of reach, let alone students like them.

Master Jufu is indeed a magical profession. It is said that there are no few masters who can find in Pingchuan City, and these masters who have a little ability will definitely have limited levels. Who would stay in a second-level city? Not to mention first-level cities and four accompanying capitals, even the capital of the capital will have countless forces rushing to go to Beijing.

Increased proficiency is the best way to shorten the time. As for how much it can be shortened, Du Qian didn't know, so he could only do his best. He didn't know how to be better, at least he dared to work hard.

Needless to say, the speed will increase. Once the proficiency level increases, the speed will naturally increase.

Becoming a martial arts monk has always been Du Qian’s life goal. He originally thought that this goal might be after the age of 30 or before retirement. Who would have thought that after graduation, his IQ and talent would be like a blowout, and he could not stop him.

This goal has become Du Qian’s calmest. As long as he has the spiritual horn in his hand and money in his identity card, what’s there to worry about?

After leaving the school gate and working for less than half a month, his combat power has been increased to 8888, and his combat power has been improved by three thousand. The remaining combat power is a big deal?

"Hurry, hurry up, speed up." Du Qian shouted, waving his fists. The goal seemed to be very far away, at least allowing him to see the direction clearly.

After being excited, I put on my coat, walked out of the office, and locked the door. Originally, there was nothing to steal in this office, not to mention that it was at the headquarters of the Flying Tigers, but now it is not possible. The Lingjiao is not convenient to carry with me, so I can only be kept in the office.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Flying Tigers, a few spiritual horns are nothing, how much is it worth, and it is not worth taking action, but Du Qian is cautious. In his opinion, spiritual horns are valuable items. If it is not really inconvenient, they are reluctant to put them here at all. It feels unsafe to put them at home. Only the bank safe can make him feel at ease.

This is also impossible. The little ****'s mentality cannot be eliminated in a short period of time. It needs to go step by step toward a high position until he doesn't like these spiritual horns before he can let go.

You don’t need to take leave, you can leave at any time, have a car when you go out, and live a happy life.

What did Du Qian do when he came out? Of course he went to the association. If the things were made, they had to be sold. It wasn't that he was short of the ten yuan now. In fact, these days, he didn't spend a penny, and even had to eat at the restaurant in the team.

He was testing that he had received this job and did it, but there must be no accidents. Should he really wait for himself to do a lot and send it to the association, and people told him that it was just a joke, this thing is worthless, and when it really comes, who will we cry to?

His identity as the Flying Tigers is too empty and he collides with the huge wild survivors association. He doesn't have the courage to do so.

The association is still so lively. I haven’t come for more than ten days and I can’t see any changes. In fact, the Wild Survivors Association has always been like this. For hundreds or thousands of years, the changes have been extremely small.

This time, I didn't go to the redemption area and went straight to the service area and waited in line. There were quite a few people in the service area, but fortunately there were many windows. Du Qian waited for ten minutes and it was his turn.

“What services are needed?”

This is so sweet. Can any service be done? Du Qian was obsessed with it in his heart, so he naturally wouldn't say that.

"I don't know the number of the piece count in the redemption area." Du Qian asked carefully. At the beginning, he suspected that the guy was a liar, and it also originated from it, so he set up a table and a signboard. Whether such a task was effective was unsure.

"Ah, I know, are you handing in the task?" The waitress in the window was a little surprised. She didn't need to hand in this task, and there was no need to line up. After a month, there were not many people handing in the task.

Of course, she can also pay, and her performance points are quite good, which is a good thing to come to her.

"Yes, look..."

"No problem, please hand me the task piece." The waitress was excited and pressed the caller casually. She had the right to receive the task, but it must be confirmed by the supervisor.

Du Qian handed a war spirit storage box into the window. After the thing was made, it also needed to be stored in the storage box. Although no one reminded him, it was not difficult to imagine that after the spirit energy left the body, it would scatter. This thing was completely a psychic body converted from Du Qian's combat power. What if it was not preserved properly? It costs ten yuan.

As soon as the box was handed in, a fat aunt came from behind the waitress, asked a few questions, opened the box and took a look, said nothing, and turned around and left.

"Are you okay?" Du Qian asked.

"Please wait a moment. You need to ask someone to confirm your spiritual documents. The supervisor has gone to find someone. Sir, in the future, you can go to the Special One to Special Three windows, where there is a dedicated person responsible. We usually only accept ordinary tasks." The waitress was a little reluctant. This is the performance points, but unfortunately the regulations are like this, and she must explain it clearly.

"That's it." Fortunately, there is no problem. The storage box should be returned to me. That thing is much more expensive than the spiritual...the spiritual items inside.

Parts? Spiritual parts?

Du Qian blinked a few times and finally understood that he thought there were some problems he had thought about before, and he thought it was parts.
Chapter completed!