ps: Thanks to book friends for the 588 tipping like a joke, thanks to the mysterious Tianwei for the 200 tipping, thanks to Boring Tingyu, 1 mortal fan 1, and Daohen 9501 for the 100 tipping.
"Huh? Yes, but the new big gun is not so easy to make. I have a few big guns in my hometown. Next time I go back, I will take you there 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 anymore, and stretched out his hand to take off his clothes, the leg hair wrapped around his waist caught Cheng Biwu's attention.
"This is?"
Without waiting for Cheng Biwu to 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 off by itself, swish, and made a sound of piercing the air, from Wei Xiaobei bounced from the waist, and then hit a row of weapon racks with his waist, knocking the weapons on the weapon racks to the ground, and finally bounced on the rubber floor a few times before stopping.
To be honest, the scene just now almost made Cheng Biwu look stupid, thinking it was a rubber stick with excellent elasticity.
But come to think of it, Wei Xiaobei is not the kind of person who likes to joke, Cheng Biwu rushed over and grabbed the leg hair in his hand.
As soon as he got it, Cheng Biwu knew that this was definitely not the rubber stick he had imagined.
It is smooth and extremely elastic in the hand, and it has good toughness when you swing your hands hard.
Cheng Biwu's eyes couldn't help but brighten, he turned to Wei Xiaobei and asked, "Is this the material you're going to use to make the barrel of the gun?"
Wei Xiaobei nodded, and added another word by the way: "I picked it up outside."
Who would have thought, Cheng Biwu's next words almost made Wei Xiaobei spit out old blood: "Can I still pick it up?"
"Just this one." Wei Xiaobei's heart ached, Master seemed to like this leg hair
Thinking about it, it is unimaginable for outsiders to love martial arts practitioners for high-quality weapons. Even if the master has such a heart, it is normal.
Cheng Biwu glared at Wei Xiaobei, but he didn't ask any more questions. Anyway, Wei Xiaobei was a little secretive during this period, and Cheng Biwu didn't have the heart to ask other things at this time.
"If this thing is used to make gun shafts, it's probably several times better than white wax shafts."
After Cheng Biwu shook his leg hair a few times, he walked towards the back of the main room with his leg hair on his shoulders, and Wei Xiaobei and the others naturally followed.
Behind the main room is the residence of Cheng Biwu, Wei Xiaobei and others, and there is a small warehouse in the innermost part.
Cheng Biwu asked Liu Jiancheng to open the warehouse door, turn on the lights, and a group of people went in.
It was the first time for Wei Xiaobei to enter this warehouse, so he was somewhat curious.
There are quite a lot of things in this warehouse, broken weapons, unformed prototypes of weapons, sticks, flags, and some machines.
It can be seen that even Yao Wu rarely enters here.
But thinking about it, the frequency of use here is too low. If there is no weapon damage, it will generally not be used here.
Cheng Biwu threw the hair of his legs on a wooden table, then found a tape measure, measured the length of the hair on his legs, and asked Wei Xiaobei to spread his hands, and used the tape measure to measure Wei Xiaobei's height, arms, and thighs. Wait for the parts to be counted again.
After that, Cheng Biwu stared at the ceiling again, as if he was thinking about something.
Wei Xiaobei and the others didn't dare to disturb Master, and stood aside to accompany Master in a daze.
Not long after, Cheng Biwu seemed to have done something, then dipped a brush with some yellow paint, drew a draft of the tip of the gun on a piece of white paper, and then made a few marks on the leg hair.
"Well, that's right."
Cheng Biwu looked at the leg hair and nodded, then dragged the leg hair to a cutting machine, fixed it on the cutting machine, and asked Wei Xiaobei to press the leg hair tightly, and he used his left hand Grab the other end, turn on the power of the cutting machine with the right hand, and press the high-speed rotating grinding wheel towards the leg hair.
As for Yao Wu, who was sent to make tea, Liu Jiancheng went to use a grinder to make gun tips according to Cheng Biwu's arrangement.
Wei Xiaobei wanted to use the Baiwu Knife to make the tip of the gun, but it was too eye-catching for the Baiwu Knife to corrode other things. Besides, when Wei Xiaobei saw the draft of the gun tip drawn by Cheng Biwu, it was as short as the length alone. There is more than a foot, and the length of the Baiwu knife is a little shorter than the dagger, which is really not suitable.
So after hesitating for a while, Wei Xiaobei didn't say much.
Woohoo, the grinding wheel slowly pressed against the hair on the legs, and then there was a sizzling sound.
The fixing device on the cutting machine was about to be broken free by the leg hair, Wei Xiaobei had to press it firmly.
After cutting for a while, Cheng Biwu stopped the cutting machine and looked down at the cutting situation.
Wei Xiaobei also saw it from the side. After cutting for less than half a minute, a light white mark was left on the leg hair.
Cheng Biwu scratched his head involuntarily, wondering: "Isn't this thing too strong?"
Seeing that Master was puzzled, Wei Xiaobei could only smile flatteringly. To be honest, he was rather surprised.
Although this cutting machine is not a special model in the factory, cutting a steel bar or iron plate is a trivial matter, and at most it consumes a grinding wheel.
But the hair on the legs of the people of Longbo was a bit scary, and the grinding wheel was cut on 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, and heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the white seal felt a little rubbed to the touch. It seems that the cutting machine is still useful.
"Master?" Seeing that Cheng Biwu hadn't moved for a while, Wei Xiaobei couldn't help asking.
"It's okay, let's continue."
Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, aroused some protests.
Yao Wu, who came over with a few teacups, closed the door without any hassle.
Although the warehouse door may not be able to block much noise, at least the neighbors did not protest anymore.
Bang!
After cutting for a few minutes, suddenly, with a crisp sound, the grinding wheel, which was rubbed so hard that it was about to turn red, burst, and a large piece of debris was shot out, and then inserted into the wall for more than an inch.
"Master, how about we change the way?"
Wei Xiaobei was taken aback.
"No need." Cheng Biwu is not the kind of person who gives up easily, changed the grinding wheel, and started working again.
Bang! Not long after, the newly replaced grinding wheel collapsed again.
Cheng Biwu touched the white seal. After breaking two grinding wheels in a row, the white seal became a bit deeper. However, if this progress continues, all five grinding wheels in the warehouse will collapse. to cut off.
After thinking for a while, Cheng Biwu brought over two steel cylinders, one was milky white, marked with acetylene, and the other was yellow, marked with industrial oxygen.
Then install the dual-channel nozzle, turn on the switch, use a lighter, and, hoo, a bright pure white flame rushes out of the nozzle.
Cheng Biwu adjusted the size, and put the outer flame of the flame onto the white mark on the leg hair.