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"Huh? Yes, but this big gun is not very handy, I have a few big guns in my hometown, next time I go back, I will take you over to pick one. ”

Cheng Biwu thought that Wei Xiaobei wanted to customize a big gun, so he replied with a smile.

Wei Xiaobei didn't say much, and as soon as he reached out to take off his clothes, the leg hair wrapped around his waist attracted Cheng Biwu's attention.

"What is this?"

Without waiting for Cheng Biwu to ask, Wei Xiaobei turned around and changed directions, and gently pulled the tip of the leg hair with his right hand, and as the restraint disappeared, the leg hair immediately bounced off on its own, and with a sound of breaking the air, it bounced out of Wei Xiaobei's waist, and then hit the waist on a row of weapon racks, knocking the weapons on the weapon racks to the ground, and finally bounced a few times on the rubber floor before stopping.

To be honest, the scene just now almost made Cheng Biwu look stupid, and thought it was a rubber rod with excellent elasticity.

But thinking about it, Wei Xiaobei is not the kind of person who likes to joke, Cheng Biwu rushed over with an arrow and scooped the leg hair in his hand.

As soon as he started, Cheng Biwu knew that this was definitely not the rubber rod he imagined.

The hand is smooth and very elastic, and the hands swing hard, and the toughness is good.

Cheng Biwu's eyes couldn't help but light up a little, and he turned his head to Wei Xiaobei and asked, "This is the material you are going to use to make the barrel of the gun?" ”

Wei Xiaobei nodded, and said one more word by the way: "I picked it up outside." ”

Who would have thought that Cheng Biwu's next sentence almost made Wei Xiaobei spurt out a mouthful of old blood: "Can you still pick it up?" ”

"That's it." Wei Xiaobei's heart is bitter, and the master seems to have taken a fancy to this leg hair?

Come to think of it, the love of martial arts practitioners for good weapons is unimaginable to outsiders, even if the master gives birth to this heart, it is normal.

Cheng Biwu glared at Wei Xiaobei, but he didn't ask any more, anyway, Wei Xiaobei was a little mysterious during this time, where did Cheng Biwu have any thoughts to ask about other things at this time.

"If this thing is used to make a gun shaft, I'm afraid it is several times better than an ash rod."

After Cheng Biwu shook his leg hair a few times, he walked towards the back of the hall with his leg hair on his shoulder, and Wei Xiaobei and the others naturally followed.

Behind the hall is the residence of Cheng Biwu, Wei Xiaobei and others, and there is a small warehouse in the innermost.

Cheng Biwu asked Liu Jiancheng to open the warehouse door, turn on the lights, and the group entered.

It was the first time for Wei Xiaobei to enter this warehouse, but he was a little curious.

There are a lot of things in this warehouse, broken weapons, prototypes of unformed weapons, wooden sticks, flags, and some machines.

It can be seen that even Yao Wu is afraid that he rarely enters here.

But come to think of it, the frequency of use here is too low, and if there is no weapon damage, it is generally not used here.

Cheng Biwu threw the leg hair on a wooden table, then found a tape measure, measured the length of the leg hair, and asked Wei Xiaobei to spread his hands and use the tape measure to count Wei Xiaobei's front and back, height, arms, thighs and other parts.

After that, Cheng Biwu stared at the ceiling again, as if he was calculating something in his heart.

Wei Xiaobei and the others didn't dare to disturb the master, and stood aside to accompany the master in a daze.

It didn't take long for Cheng Biwu to seem to have done something, and then he used a brush dipped in some yellow paint, drew a draft of the head of a gun on a blank piece of paper, and then made a few marks on the leg hair.

"Well, that's right."

Cheng Biwu looked at the leg hair and nodded, and then dragged the leg hair to a cutting machine, fixed it on the cutting machine, and for the sake of safety, he also asked Wei Xiaobei to press the leg hair tightly, and he grabbed the other end with his left hand, turned on the power of the cutting machine with his right hand, and pressed the high-speed rotating grinding wheel towards the leg hair.

As for Yao Wu being sent to make tea, Liu Jiancheng used a grinder to make a gun head according to Cheng Biwu's arrangement.

Wei Xiaobei wanted to use the white mist knife to make the gun head, but the white mist knife can corrode other things is too eye-catching, besides, Wei Xiaobei looked at the draft of the gun head drawn by Cheng Biwu, the length alone was more than a foot, and the length of the white mist knife was a little shorter than the dagger, which was really not suitable.

Therefore, after hesitating for a moment, Wei Xiaobei did not say much.

Woo woo woo, the grinding wheel slowly pressed against the leg hair, and then there was a sizzling sound.

The fixtures on the cutting machine were about to be broken off by the leg hair, and Wei Xiaobei had to press it hard.

After cutting for a while, Cheng Biwu stopped the cutting machine and looked down to check the cutting situation.

Wei Xiaobei also saw it on the side, and after cutting for less than half a minute, a shallow white mark was left on the hair of this leg.

Cheng Biwu couldn't help scratching his head, a little puzzled: "This thing is too strong, right?" ”

Seeing that the master was puzzled, Wei Xiaobei could only smile flatteringly, to be honest, he was also surprised in his heart.

Although this cutting machine is not a special model in the factory, it is a trivial matter to cut steel bars and iron plates, and at most consume a grinding wheel.

But the leg hair of the people of Lombard was a little scary, and the grinding wheel was cut against it for more than half a minute, leaving a white mark.

Cheng Biwu stretched out his hand and slid back and forth on the white seal a few times, relieved, fortunately, this white seal wiped his hands a little, it seems that the cutting machine is still a little useful.

"Master?" Wei Xiaobei saw that Cheng Biwu didn't move for a long time, and couldn't help asking.

"It's okay, let's continue."

Woo-woo-woo, woo-woo, a strange sound broke the silence of the night sky again, causing some protests from the surrounding neighbors.

Yao Wu, who came over with a few teacups, closed the door with his hand.

The warehouse door may not have been able to block out much noise, but at least the neighbors did not protest.

Syllable!

After cutting for a few minutes, suddenly, with a crisp sound, the grinding wheel, which had been rubbed to the point of redness, cracked, and a large piece of shard shot out, and then inserted more than an inch into the wall.

"Master, why don't we change the way?"

Wei Xiaobei was taken aback.

"No, you don't." Cheng Biwu is not the kind of person who gives up easily, so he changed the grinding wheel and dried up again.

Syllable! Not long after, the new grinding wheel collapsed again.

Cheng Biwu touched the white seal, and after breaking two grinding wheels in a row, the white seal was a little deeper, but at this rate, the five grinding wheels in the warehouse all collapsed, and I am afraid that this thing could not be cut.

After thinking about it, Cheng Biwu brought over two cylinders, one was milky white and marked acetylene, and the other was yellow and marked industrial oxygen.

After that, I installed the dual-channel nozzle, unscrewed the switch, used the lighter a little, and whew, a bright pure white flame rushed out of the nozzle.

Cheng Biwu adjusted the size, and then put the flame flame on the white mark of his leg hair.