Chen Yunfeng grabbed the handle of the bellows and pulled it loudly.
He looked at Feng Maofeng who was already a little tired and said: "Okay, do you need a break?"
Although Feng Maofeng is already in his early fifties, he has been forging iron in this blacksmith shop for many years and practicing his internal and martial arts skills non-stop every day.
He has never been in the martial arts world and has extremely strong skills at this time.
He even got through the Governor Ren a few years ago.
Ermai has become a first-class internal energy master, but what he lacks is just the actual combat ability; After hearing what Chen Yunfeng said, he looked at Chen Yunfeng curiously.
His bare arms had been burned red by the flames, but he didn't see any sweat from Chen Yun.
He even pulled the arm of the bellows and kept going back and forth as if nothing was wrong.
With his means and ability, he seemed to understand why he wanted to build this weapon.
"It's okay, let's finish building this weapon."
Feng Maofeng shook his head and said.
He thought he had profound skills, but he didn't expect that Chen Yunfeng's skills were even stronger, and with his frightening power, he was actually far more suitable for such a job.
The fire in the furnace was blazing, and the iron ingot was extremely heavy.
Under the constant blows of the two masters, it gradually began to stretch and take shape.
After half an hour, Feng Maofeng's injured forehead hammer could be heard continuously hitting the final position of the weapon.
"Chila" the weapon was finally completed, and Feng Maofeng inserted it into the well water that had just been drilled out for quenching.
Seeing that the construction was finally completed, Cheng Yingcai and Lu Wushuang walked into the blacksmith shop and looked at the weapon that Feng Maofeng had picked up from the water.
Even Cheng Ying couldn't stop laughing.
"Brother Yunfeng, what are you building?
The door panel is too short and narrow, and the fan seems to be too long."
Lu Wushuang said, staring at the weapon with a black light in front of him.
Chen Yunfeng chuckled.
The thing in front of him was 1.23 meters wide and 1.23 meters long.
It was made of tungsten steel and had a rounded front.
He grabbed the handle and waved it twice.
The weight was just right before he said with a smile: "This weapon is not for me, but for others.
My sword is enough."
Chen Yunfeng pointed to his Dark Iron Heavy Sword and gestured with the door panel in his hand for a while.
He unexpectedly discovered that this thing had one more function than the Dark Iron Heavy Sword, and that was shooting, a move that would definitely exceed others' expectations.
What he was holding in his hand was the newly made epee, because the epee of Dugu Qiufei in the Condor Valley had already fallen into his hands.
The future Condor Hero would not look good without the epee, so after seeing this tungsten alloy, the first One thing is to think of making an epee for him.
The design route is not the latest version of Yu Mama, but the super door panel epee on the back of the equally bullshit Condor Yang Daxia.
Imagine that Yang Guo, who is not very tall, has such a door panel on his back and becomes the Condor Hero.
That is a very comfortable thing.
In the past, people were disgusted when watching TV, but now Chen Yunfeng simply makes Yang Daxia carry the door panel and it looks more comfortable.
Cheng Ying smiled.
She walked to one side and picked up Chen Yunfeng's clothes on the wooden stand.
She also picked up the heavy sword he had leaning against the wall.
She almost fell over while lifting it.
Fortunately, Lu Wushuang was at the side and quickly supported her.
"Brother Yunfeng, this sword of yours," Cheng Ying said in horror as he looked at the sword leaning against the wall.
Cheng Ying once hugged the injured Chen Yunfeng and left.
She was in a panic at the time.
She just felt that Chen Yunfeng's body was extremely heavy, but she did not expect that it was because of the sword.
Of course, Chen Yunfeng's leggings, wrist guards and belt were also not removed.
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Chen Yunfeng smiled bitterly.
He originally thought that Cheng Ying had already known that his weapons were different, but he didn't expect to realize it until now.
He took his epee in his hand, compared it with the door panel in his hand, and then said with a smile: "My sword is Tianwai Xuantie, and this sword is Taiyi Xuantie.
My sword weighs a little more."
"Oh my god, how can you use such a heavy sword?"
Lu Wushuang said in shock with his eyes wide open.
Feng Maofeng looked at Chen Yunfeng, who was still sweatless, and said with a smile on his face: "Since Chen Shaoxia can travel around the world with this sword, he has his own way.
But now there is still a piece of black iron left.
I don't know what Chen Shaoxia is going to build."
The remaining black iron can still be used to make a sword or a knife, but such a weapon is already very heavy.
After thinking for a while, looking at Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang, his eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "Just make a few daggers and let Yingmei and the others wear them close to their bodies so that they can be prepared."
Although he decided to make the remaining tungsten alloy into a dagger, Chen Yunfeng was not in a hurry.
After a while, Cheng Ying put the food and drinks brought by him.
After the meal, Feng Mofeng and Chen Yunfeng continued to work.
After dark, the remaining Xuantie made a total of six daggers with half-foot blades.
"Tsk!"
Feng Maofeng sharpened the dagger and swung it at the sickle he made.
There was a faint cutting sound, and the sharp sickle was easily cut off by the dagger.
"A good knife cuts iron like clay.
It is the best weapon for self-defense."
Feng Maofeng said while looking at a row of six short daggers.
Six scabbards were made of cooked cowhide.
Chen Yunfeng asked Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang to each choose one to take with them.
Cheng Ying also asked Cheng Ying to put away the remaining four knives.
He nailed the wooden box and closed the door panel.
After putting the sword in and packing it up, it was already dark.
Sitting in the backyard of the blacksmith shop, after several people chatting with each other for a while while eating dinner, Chen Yunfeng looked at Feng Maofeng and said: "Brother Feng, we are going back to Xiangyang tomorrow.
Your master, Huang Yaoshi, has something urgent to do when he returns to Taohua Island.
If you want to go south, go quickly.
It is estimated that the Mongolian Tatars will go south in a few days."
"Alas, the Mongolian soldiers are ferocious and violent.
I don't know when the people of the world will be safe.
Since the master is in an emergency, I will go back to Peach Blossom Island to apologize to my mentor."
Feng Maofeng said with a gloomy expression.
Without Yang Guo's penetration, Li Mochou didn't dare to come to trouble for three to five days even though her palm was injured.
Silly Gu also followed Huang Laoxie south, so Yang Guo probably wouldn't know that his traitorous father wanted to kill him.
Huang Rong was poisoned and died.
Feng Maofeng would not rush to assassinate any Mongolians.
As soon as he went south, Chen Yunfeng was ready to arrange the future affairs.
It is said that man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation.
Chen Yunfeng's calculation was very good, but unexpectedly everything changed.
Yang Guo was originally planning to go north to look for Xiao Longnu, but on the way he heard someone said that a beautiful woman in white was heading south, so he galloped to catch up.
Going south, I happened to meet Huang Laoxie with his silly girl.
The development of the matter also gave Chen Yunfeng a huge headache.
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He kept making changes, but God always wanted to correct the changed facts; A few days after he returned to Xiangyang with Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang, Yang Guo, who had already received the news of his father's murder, galloped in this direction.
If Chen Yunfeng knew that things would be so twisted, he might kill Yang Guo before watching this How the world has changed
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