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"Hmm? Yes, but this new big gun is not very easy to use. I have a few big guns in my hometown. Next time I go back, I will take you over and pick one."

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

Wei Xiaobei didn't say much anymore. He reached out and took off his clothes. The legs wrapped around his waist attracted Cheng Biwu's attention.

"This is?"

Before Cheng Biwu could ask, Wei Xiaobei turned around and changed direction, gently pulled the tip of the leg hair with his right hand. As the restraint disappeared, the leg hair immediately bounced away on its own. Swish, it made a sound of breaking through the air, bounced out from Wei Xiaobei's waist, and then hit a row of weapons racks in the waist, knocking the weapons on the weapons racks down, and finally bounced a few times on the rubber floor before stopping.

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

But I think Wei Xiaobei is not the kind of person who likes to joke. Cheng Biwu rushed over and took the leg hair into his hand.

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

It is smooth and elastic when you swing your hands hard, and it is tough.

Cheng Biwu's eyes couldn't help but shine, and he turned to Wei Xiaobei and asked, "Is this the material you are going to use to make the gun bar?"

Wei Xiaobei nodded and said something else: "I picked it up outside."

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

"Just this one." Wei Xiaobei felt bitter. His master seemed to be interested in this leg hair?

It seems that it is true that martial artists love good weapons that are unimaginable to outsiders. Even if a master has this intention, it is normal.

Cheng Biwu glared at Wei Xiaobei and did not ask any more questions. Anyway, Wei Xiaobei was a little mysterious during this period, so Cheng Biwu had no intention of asking about other things at this time.

"If this thing is used to make a gun rod, it may be more than several times better than ash rod."

After Cheng Biwu shook his leg hair a few times, he carried it to the back of the main hall, and Wei Xiaobei and others naturally followed.

Behind the main hall is the residence of Cheng Biwu, Wei Xiaobei and others, and there is a small warehouse at the bottom.

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

This is the first time Wei Xiaobei has entered this warehouse, but he has become a little curious.

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

It can be seen that even Yao Wu probably rarely enters here.

But I think so, the frequency of use here is too low. If the weapons are not damaged, it will generally not be used here.

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

Afterwards, Cheng Biwu stared at the ceiling again, as if he was thinking about something.

Wei Xiaobei and others did not dare to disturb the master, and stood by and accompanied the master in a daze.

Not long after, Cheng Biwu seemed to have done anything. Then he dipped a brush with a little yellow paint, drew a draft of the gun tip on a piece of white paper, and then made several marks on his leg hair.

"Well, that's right."

Cheng Biwu nodded at the leg hair, then dragged the leg hair to a cutting machine and fixed it on the cutting machine. For safety reasons, Wei Xiaobei also asked him to press one end of the leg hair tightly. He grabbed the other end with his left hand and turned on the power of the cutting machine with his right hand, pressing 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 the gun head according to Cheng Biwu's arrangement.

Wei Xiaobei wanted to use the White Mist Knife to make the spear head, but the White Mist Knife can corrode other things a little too much. Besides, when Wei Xiaobei saw the draft spear head drawn by Cheng Biwu, the length of the white Mist Knife was more than one foot. The length of the White Mist Knife was a little shorter than the dagger, which was really not suitable.

Therefore, after hesitating for a while, Wei Xiaobei did not speak much.

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The fixing device on the cutting machine was about to be broken free by the legs, so Wei Xiaobei had to press it tightly.

After cutting for a while, Cheng Biwu stopped the cutting machine and lowered his head to check the cutting situation.

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

Cheng Biwu couldn't help but scratch his head, wondering: "This thing is too strong, right?"

Seeing the master wondering, Wei Xiaobei could only smile with a pleasing smile. To be honest, he was also surprised.

Although this cutting machine is not a model specially used in the factory, cutting steel bars and iron plates is a trivial matter, and at most it consumes a grinding wheel.

But the leg hair of Long Bo Zhimin was a little scary. After the grinding wheel was pressed on it for more than half a minute, a white mark was left.

Cheng Biwu reached out and slid back and forth on the white print a few times, breathing a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the white print felt a little wiped, and it seemed that the cutting machine was still useful.

"Master?" Wei Xiaobei couldn't help asking when he saw that Cheng Biwu had no movement for a while.

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

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

Although the warehouse door may not be able to block much noise, at least those neighbors did not protest again.

Bang!

After cutting for a few minutes, suddenly, a crisp sound was heard, and the grinding wheel that was about to be red broke, and a large piece of fragments shot out, and then inserted into the wall for more than an inch.

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

Wei Xiaobei was shocked.

"No." Cheng Biwu is not the kind of person who is easy to give up. He switched the grinding and started to fuck again.

Bang! Not long after, the newly replaced grinding wheel collapsed again.

Cheng Biwu touched the white seal and after destroying the two grinding wheels in a row, the white seal was a little deeper. However, if the progress continued, all five grinding wheels in the warehouse collapsed, and I am afraid that even the thing would not be able to be cut off.

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

Then install a dual-channel nozzle, unscrew the switch, use a lighter to a point, and a bright pure white flame rushed out of the nozzle.

Cheng Biwu adjusted the size for a while and put the flames on the white seal of his leg hair.
Chapter completed!