Zhang Qingyang judged that there must be tricks.

Holding the diary, Zhang Qingyang focused on reading it, focusing on keywords such as mental power and spiritual hammer.

After reading it several times, I finally found the trick in an inconspicuous sentence. After throwing out Zhang Tiezhu's spiritual flying hammer, it can be taken back.

This is an extremely critical point, but Zhang Tiezhu did not take it seriously, so when narrating the spiritual flying hammer, Zhang Tiezhu did not say how to take it back.

Zhang Qingyang looked through the diary several times, but still found no clues.

"Oh." Zhang Qingyang sighed. There was nothing he could do if he had such a Madaha ancestor.

"I can only find out." Zhang Qingyang cheered up and began to think carefully about what to do. "How can I take it back? Maybe I should use my mental power to create something with magnet function, or a machine that can generate huge suction force, and can suck it back after the brick is thrown out."

No matter what I think, it will eventually fall into practice.

Zhang Qingyang once again sank his mind into the inner universe and began to build a machine that could generate huge suction force.

After working on it for a long time, finally, an hour later, a simple, ugly, strange thing like an enlarged vacuum cleaner was born in Zhang Qingyang's hands.

"open!"

A huge roar and a huge suction force immediately sucked the mental power from all directions here quickly.

"Haha, it looks good." Zhang Qingyang looked at the strange thing born in his hand with relief, and was satisfied no matter how he looked. He also took the initiative to ignore the ugliness and roughness of this machine.

Zhang Qingyang voluntarily exited from the inner universe, browsed in the room, and finally turned his attention to a book.

"Just use this book as a target experiment." Zhang Qingyang stared at the book, "Go and the soul brick!"

Zhang Qingyang shouted softly, but he didn't feel anything. There was no discomfort in his head, and it was obvious that the spiritual bricks were not thrown out.

"Hey, why did it throw it so easily before?" Zhang Qingyang frowned, and the hideous and annoying faces of Liu Hou and the other two appeared in his mind.

Zhang Qingyang's emotions suddenly surged, as if something was about to move in his mind. "Yes, that's it."

He wisely mobilized his emotions to guide the spiritual bricks in the inner universe. His emotions became more and more intense, and the frequency of the spiritual bricks shaking became faster and faster.

With a "swoosh", Zhang Qingyang seemed to have a sound of bricks breaking through the air in his mind. The book he was looking at was slightly shaking. Then Zhang Qingyang felt a sudden pain in his brain, as if he was hit hard by a pan.

I was too nervous at noon and didn't feel much. The severe pain at this moment made Zhang Qingyang, who was not ready, suffer.

He hugged his head and moaned for a while, and the pain gradually faded away.

Zhang Qingyang shook his head, looked up at the standing book, still standing.

"Well, it seems that the spiritual brick is not as powerful as I imagined." Zhang Qingyang stood up and leaned close to the standing book and read it carefully.

"No, no, Liu Hou and his subordinates reacted very violently. They wouldn't pretend to me, that was a real reaction." Zhang Qingyang pondered and thought, "That means that the soul brick is actually specifically targeted at living creatures. Well, no, that book just shook it, which means that the soul brick is still effective. It's just that the effect on inanimate and the effect on living is more prominent."

"Now, see if that brick has been sucked back." Zhang Qingyang sat cross-legged for a while before he got rid of the pain and immersed in the inner universe.

"One, two, three..." Zhang Qingyang counted it and fell silent.

The high-power vacuum cleaner is still on, but the bricks are not sucked back.

This makes people angry. A brick wasted, but it turned out to be useless.

"Forget it, I don't understand the research for a while, so I'd better build the bridge of the soul first."

Zhang Qingyang tried hard to compress his mental power, "I seem to have ignored something?"

Suddenly, when his eyes fell on the high-power vacuum cleaner that was still absorbing mental power, he suddenly realized.

Although this ugly guy cannot suck the brick back, it absorbs the mental power over the inner universe, which is much faster than pulling it manually.

In addition, can it be modified so that it has the functions of compression and brick making?

This is the inner universe, and it does not need to be fully in line with the physical basis.

This ugly guy seemed to open a window for him to exert his imagination, and it was out of control.

It took two hours to build a compressor through continuous testing and improvement, and connected it to the vacuum cleaner through pipes.

It took another hour to create a machine that can produce mental bricks through assembly lines. It is connected to the compressor through pipes.

In this way, an even more bizarre and ugly machine was born.

After a lot of trouble, Zhang Qingyang was also very tired in the inner universe, and his mental power was basically exhausted.

I barely used the remaining little mental power to do an experiment and finally created a standard spiritual brick.

"Great! It seems that imagination is the key to cultivating the bridge of the soul!" Zhang Qingyang yawned Lian Tian, ​​dragged his extremely tired body, climbed onto the bed, and fell asleep in the moment he closed his eyes.

The next morning, before dawn, Zhang Qingyang suddenly opened his eyes on the bed.

I struggled to get up and wash up, and was about to go out for a run, but suddenly I remembered that I would use the method of running to Nanling Academy to replace morning exercises in the future.

Since you have already gotten up, you can't waste it. Let's build a few bricks first.

The morning of early winter is very dark and quiet.

In the quiet atmosphere, Zhang Qingyang's consciousness instantly sank into the inner universe.

"Why is the sky in the inner universe so ethereal today?" In Zhang Qingyang's "eyes", the sky in the inner universe seems to be much cleaner than before, as if there is less mist formed by mental power.

Zhang Qingyang suddenly felt aroused and lost a lot of mental power. Where did he go?

"Huh, what is this?" Zhang Qingyang looked at the machine that had been working. "It seems that before going to bed yesterday, I forgot to turn off the machine."

"How could a small pile of mental power bricks be added?" The next moment, Zhang Qingyang, who was frightened, woke up completely. "No, that is to say, when I was sleeping, this machine was running, absorbing the mental power in the inner universe, and then compressed through this pipe, and then created mental power bricks through this pipe."

"I absorbed so much mental power. No wonder I felt that I was not very energetic when I woke up this morning." Zhang Qingyang looked at the machine that was still running the bricks to make it and began to think about it.

"It saves trouble and time, but this doesn't work. It keeps absorbing my mental power, and I will feel more likely to feel tired and inactive than usual. I have to think of a way."

"Let go of your imagination."

"Let go of your imagination."

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