Chapter 98

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"Hmm? Yes, but the new big gun is not very easy. I have several big guns in my hometown. Next time I go back, I'll take you to pick one."

Cheng Biwu thought Wei Xiaobei wanted to customize a big gun, so he smiled back.

Wei Xiaobei didn't talk much anymore. As soon as he took off his clothes, the leg hair wrapped around his waist attracted Cheng Biwu's attention.

"What is this?"

Before Cheng Biwu asked, Wei Xiaobei turned and changed direction. He gently pulled the hair tip of his leg hair with his right hand. As the bondage disappeared, the leg hair bounced away, Shua, made a sound of breaking the air, and bounced out from Wei Xiaobei's waist. Then he hit a row of weapon racks and knocked the weapons on the weapon racks down, Finally, it bounced on the rubber floor a few times before it stopped.

To tell you the truth, Cheng Biwu was almost fooled by the scene just now. He thought it was a rubber stick with excellent elasticity.

However, Wei Xiaobei is not the kind of person who likes to joke. Cheng Biwu rushed over with an arrow and fished the leg hair in his hand.

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

It is smooth and elastic. It swings hard with both hands and has good tenacity.

Cheng Biwu's eyes brightened. He turned to Wei Xiaobei and asked, "is this the material you're going to use to make the gun barrel?"

Wei Xiaobei nodded and said, "I picked it up outside."

Who knows, Cheng Biwu almost let Wei Xiaobei spit out his old blood: "can you still find it?"

"Just this one." Wei xiaobeixin's hair is bitter. Shifu seems to like this leg hair?

I think so. It's hard for outsiders to imagine that people who practice martial arts like superior weapons. Even if master gives birth to this heart, it's normal.

Cheng Biwu glared at Wei Xiaobei and didn't ask any more. Anyway, Wei Xiaobei was mysterious during this time. Where else did Cheng Biwu want to ask about other things.

"If this thing is used to make a gun rod, it is probably several times better than a wax rod."

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

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

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

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

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

I can see that even Yao Wu rarely comes here.

However, it seems that the frequency of use here is too low. If there is no weapon damage, it will not be used here.

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

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

Wei Xiaobei and others didn't dare to disturb Shifu, so they stood aside to accompany Shifu in a daze.

Before long, Cheng Biwu seemed to be ready. Then he dipped a brush with some yellow paint, drew a draft of the gun head on a piece of white paper, and then made several marks on the leg hair.

"Well, that's right."

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

As for Yao Wu, who was sent to make tea, Liu Jiancheng made the gun head with a grinder according to Cheng Biwu's arrangement.

Wei Xiaobei wants to use the white fog knife to make the gun head, but the white fog knife can corrode other things, which is too eye-catching. Besides, when Wei Xiaobei looks at the draft of the gun head drawn by Cheng Biwu, the length of the white fog knife is more than one foot. The length of the white fog knife is a little shorter than the dagger, which is really not suitable.

So after hesitating for a moment, Wei Xiaobei didn't say anything.

Sobbing, the grinding wheel slowly pressed on the leg hair, and then made a sound of Ziliu.

The fixing device on the cutting machine was about to break free by 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 see the cutting situation.

Wei Xiaobei also saw it. After cutting for no less than half a minute, a shallow white mark was left on the leg hair.

Cheng Biwu could not help scratching his head. He wondered, "is this thing too strong?"

Seeing master wondering, Wei Xiaobei could only please and smiled. To tell the truth, he was also surprised.

Although this cutting machine is not a special model in the factory, cutting steel bars and iron plates is a piece of cake. It consumes a grinding wheel at most.

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

Cheng Biwu reached out and slid back and forth on the white seal. He was relieved. Fortunately, the white seal rubbed his hands. It seems that the cutting machine is still useful.

"Master?" Wei Xiaobei asked when he saw that Cheng Biwu had not moved for a long time.

"It's okay. Let's go on."

Whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine.

Yao Wu, who came with some tea cups, closed the door.

Although the warehouse door may not be able to block much noise, at least the neighbors didn't protest any more.

Bang!

After cutting for several minutes, suddenly, there was a crisp sound, and the grinding wheel that had been rubbed to red burst, and a large piece of debris was shot out, and then inserted into the wall for more than an inch.

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

Wei Xiaobei was startled.

"No." Cheng Biwu is not the kind of person who easily gives up. He changes the grinding wheel and starts working again.

Bang! Before long, the new grinding wheel broke off again.

Cheng Biwu touched the white seal. After breaking two grinding wheels in a row, the white seal was a little deeper. However, according to this progress, all five grinding wheels in the warehouse collapsed. I'm afraid it can't be cut off.

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

After that, install the dual channel nozzle, turn on the switch, use the lighter, shout, a bright pure white flame rushed out of the nozzle.

Cheng Biwu adjusted his size and put the outer flame of the flame on the white print of his leg hair.