Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 343: Lao Ma: I can’t do this question! It’s too difficult~
Yan Huan returned to Lao Ma’s somewhat shabby little workshop.

Pushing open the door, the house was filled with the smell of metal and grease. The light shining through the branches of the forest shone on the rough wooden tables, which were piled with all kinds of parts - screws, gears, steel pipes, hammers, pliers, scattered around to form a small hill.

The sounds of hammering and polishing echoed between the walls.

The slimming stove in the center has a unique shape, like a huge pumpkin.

Its surface is painted dark grey and its shape is irregular, with some parts slightly bulging, making it look like the belly of a pumpkin.

I have to say that Lao Ma's aesthetic taste is still a little lacking.

After finding out the relationship between Yan Huan and the company, Ma Xianhong's attitude towards the visitor became somewhat cold, but he still stubbornly wanted to win him over in the end.

“Come and see it. If you don’t see it with your own eyes, you may never realize the greatness of this creation!”

Ma Xianhong dropped the hammer in his hand and spread his arms, indicating the pumpkin-shaped self-cultivation furnace.

He had figured it out in the past few days. He couldn't move Yan Huan's heart with words alone. If he wanted to win him over, he had to cater to his interests and hobbies.

"Brother Yan, listen to me!"

"The greatest weapon refiner in the world is Creation. Everything in the world is a weapon refined by Creation. Humans are also weapons and can be refined!"

"Elves are also tools, they can be refined!"

"Hey~" Yan Huan smiled with interest. He really didn't expect Lao Ma to go to this extent.

Compared with the words about refining elves, Yan Huan cared more about the few Ruhuas around him.

I don’t know what Ma Xianhong misunderstood. Those mechanical creations changed their dark grey cloth shirts and now wore bunny girl costumes or some cat and tiger ears…

Coupled with Ruhua's face covered with blush like a dead person's makeup, the scene was indescribably weird.

Bang bang bang!
Ma Xianhong knocked on the self-cultivation furnace with great pride.

"Brother Yan, become the furnace holder. With the addition of a powerful wizard like you, we will surely be able to go further."

"Don't you want to improve your cultivation level further?"

Ma Xianhong's self-cultivation furnace is an unfinished product. The aptitudes of those entering the furnace are all of inferior quality. Their abilities and achievements depend entirely on the furnace holder, so the furnace holder must be a person with excellent qualifications and talents.

To achieve this goal, Ma Xianhong needs sufficient and rich examples to analyze past shortcomings.

After becoming a furnace holder and completing the self-cultivation furnace, all furnace holders can be regarded as superior roots. On the day when the perfect self-cultivation furnace is born, as long as they are willing, they can improve their cultivation to an unimaginable level inside the furnace.

Lao Ma especially emphasized that this improvement in ability includes elves!

"call--"

Yan Huan let out a long sigh and said nothing more.

When it comes to the self-cultivation furnace, Lao Ma is just like a human machine, and no matter how much he says, it is just like talking to a cow.

"I'll help you."

"Huh!?" Ma Xianhong was startled by this simple reply.

He nodded, very happily, and pointed to the group of "Ruhua" behind him.

"When I'm done with my work, I'll give you all these things. As for the outfit, it's up to you."

Yan Huan quickly refused, "Forget it, no matter what, my taste is not so bad."

Rumble!
A corner of the pumpkin iron sheet fell off, and the front end of the stove opened like a space capsule. A short iron step fell down, leading to the inside of the stove.

Yan Huan walked in slowly and lay down on the built-in seat.

The chair is just the right level of hardness and is quite comfortable to lie on.

"Brother Yan, after you go in, follow the most accustomed way of Qi circulation for you sorcerers, and try to mobilize the mature and proficient techniques, so that I can collect relevant information and supplement the examples."

Ma Xianhong stood in front of the self-cultivation furnace, his face full of anticipation.

Yan Huan said nothing, just made an "OK" gesture.

To be honest, he had no intention of helping Lao Ma, but trying to persuade him would be like talking to a deaf person and would be a waste of time.

Rather than wasting time on something that cannot be negotiated, it is better to let Ma Xianhong see it with his own eyes.

Could his self-cultivation furnace, which he was quite proud of, be capable of refining the essence of the five elements?

"Brother Yan, thank you!" Ma Xianhong clasped his fists and watched the door of the self-cultivation furnace slowly fall. A brief "you're welcome" came from the other side, and then Yan Huan's voice could no longer be heard.

"coming."

Ma Xianhong drove a part of the Qi into it, and the self-cultivation furnace began to emit a dull roar.

Yan Huan, who was lying quietly in the chair, didn't feel anything unusual. When he heard the sound, he guessed that the furnace was operating normally, so he mobilized all the five elements of Qi.

He placed his arms under his head and watched the Qi flowing through his body as if nothing had happened.

"Old Ma, Old Ma, you have misunderstood something. The ultimate meaning of an instrument's existence is to be used by humans. If humans become instruments, then what about the existence used to manipulate them?" People say that it is fate that plays tricks on people, but as a sorcerer, Yan Huan knows better than anyone that in most cases, God's tricks on humans are the accumulation of their past deeds.

Ma Xianhong, who was guarding the self-cultivation furnace, had a burning flash in his eyes, and the stable Qi around the furnace suddenly became uneasy.

"This is···"

"!?"

Ma Xianhong suddenly opened his eyes wide.

I saw the outer shell of the furnace tremble slightly, and violent black smoke began to emerge from the joints of the iron sheets. Then a metallic "click" sound came from inside the furnace, as if a part suddenly lost control and hit the furnace wall.

The pointer of the instrument used to measure the room temperature jumped wildly, rising by more than ten degrees per second. The self-cultivation furnace was emitting steam as if it was boiling, and began to emit more and more white smoke.

boom!
With a sudden blast, the furnace finally couldn't stand the high temperature pressure and exploded suddenly.

Ma Xianhong used the magic weapon to protect his whole body. Sharp metal fragments flew like a storm and passed by his cheeks.

The wooden tables around were set on fire.

Ashes, sparks, and metal fragments formed a chaotic scene. The four walls of the small workshop made loud noises and dust fell from the roof like rain.

The tool rack on the wall was also tilted by the impact and fell to the ground, making a series of crisp impact sounds.

boom!
There was another loud bang, and the entire roof of the cabin was blown off.

The smoke and sawdust in the air distorted the vision into a blurry image, and everything became a mess.

My stove!

My workshop!

My guy thing!
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Yan Huan's voice came from the firelight: "Old Ma, cough cough cough..."

"Your furnace is not working. How come it exploded before I even put in any effort?"

After the aftermath of the explosion, there was dead silence all around.

Yan Huan stepped with one foot, a strong wind arose, the smoke gradually dissipated, and the flames gradually went out.

The entire workshop of Lao Ma has almost become a ruin, with broken wooden beams, charred walls, twisted metal structures, and empty workbenches...

All that was left around were residual ashes and piles of scattered debris.

In the center of the ruins, there was still something lying there quietly.

It was an oval device with round holes all over its surface. It had a peculiar shape and was the core part of the entire self-cultivation furnace.

Ma Xianhong stepped forward and picked up the core. He found that the outer shell had been burnt black and the surface was covered with cracks from being licked by the flames, but fortunately it was still intact.

"Old Ma, let me make it clear in advance that I won't take the blame for this..." Yan Huan took a small step forward, his body clean without a trace of dirt.

Ma Xianhong's face was full of black lines. It was not a big deal that the half-finished stove was destroyed, but it was a pity to ruin all the stuff in his room.

He grabbed the core, and layers of blue light shone from the round holes scattered on the surface.

"It's because the structure of the furnace cannot keep up with the changes in the magic. As long as we sort out the structural conflicts inside the furnace when you were practicing Qi just now, I think the furnace can operate normally..." Ma Xianhong grinned.

Yan Huan shrugged, "Come on, I'm going to have lunch and come back to see you."

Walking through the ruins and approaching the steps down the mountain, Yan Huan looked back and smiled: "If you can sort out all the changes and conflicts caused by the addition of the five elements, Old Ma, I would like to call you the number one person in the alien circle."

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At sunset, the setting sun slowly sank, and the golden afterglow sprinkled on the ruins, casting a layer of warm light.

Broken beams and twisted metal cast long shadows in the setting sun.

Zhang Chulan put his hands in his pockets, humming a song as he climbed the stairs. Seeing the dilapidated scene, he was shocked.

"Oh my god! Lao Ma, your furnace exploded?"

Swallowing his saliva, Zhang Chulan continued to move forward. Even if it really exploded, it would save him a lot of trouble.

There was no response in the ruins for a long time. Ma Xianhong, with disheveled hair, was holding a pen and scratching on the dirty paper.

"It's not clear, it's not clear at all!"

It's just one step away.

"No!"

"Uh..." Zhang Chulan hesitated, and put down his outstretched hand, "Lao Ma, you...what's wrong with you?"

Ma Xianhong raised his head suddenly, staring at Zhang Chulan with bloodshot eyes. At this moment, he looked ten years older.

"These things... I can't do them. I can't do them! They're too difficult—"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

(End of this chapter)