Chapter 5 Horror

The four Qin Hong, who had been staring at Xingchen Steel, did not notice the change of Qin Bing's face.

"With this star steel, Binger's weapon must be built in a short time!" Qin Hong smiled and said expectantly.

"Grandpa, you have worked hard this month. Why don't you take a break and build weapons?" Qin Bing had already found the fatigue in the eyes of the four people and couldn't help it.

For more than a month of high-intensity forging, no one can stand it. Qin Bing can't help but worry about building weapons in such a tired state.

"No comparison!" Qin Hong laughed and said loudly, "I'm waiting to see the birth of a divine soldier, but I can't wait for a moment!"

Hearing this, Qin Zheng and the other three people also nodded with a smile. Obviously, after everything was ready, several people couldn't wait to build a magic soldier. Forging a magic soldier is their greatest wish at this moment!

Seeing that his grandfather and four people persisted so much, Qin Bing put down a lot of worries in his heart. Even if he told some specific requirements for weapons, Bing drew a simple drawing on the ground with wood and carbon.

The style of this long gun is very similar to the "jing long" used by Qin Bing in his previous life, but it is different.

"Xiao Bing, I never thought you had such an opinion on weapons!" Looking at the drawings on the ground, Qin Hong's surprised eyes fell on Qin Bing and said in a low voice.

When Qin Bing heard this, he couldn't help smiling bitterly. This was not his opinion. This was come up by dozens of weapon masters in his previous life. He only remembered some simple things that were too professional, even he didn't know.

"This is just some of my usual feeling of gun practice." Qin Hong touched his head awkwardly. Naturally, he couldn't say what happened in his previous life. He had to push it to his own talent. Anyway, he had created skills and would not surprise Qin Hong and others too much if he had some opinions on weapons.

Sure enough, the four Qin Hong did not ask questions when they heard the words, but had a trace of relief in their eyes.

"Wu'er, Yi'er, open the furnace, forge!" Qin Hong said loudly.

"Yes, Dad!" Qin Yi and Qin Wu went to the stove and pulled the bellows. Suddenly, the flame in the furnace became hot, and the temperature in the forging room became higher and sultry at this moment.

"Zheng'er, burn incense!" Qin Hong looked at Qin Zheng beside him and said solemnly.

"Yes!" Qin Zheng lit three sticks of incense from the incense case beside him and handed them to Qin Hong.

Holding the incense, Qin Hong walked to the incense case with a solemn face and worshipped the reduced version of the god of war on the incense case three times.

"Binger, you should also worship the god of war." Qin Hong inserted the incense burning in his hand into the incense burner and turned to Qin Bing beside him.

"Yes!" Qin Bing nodded and hurried forward to worship the statue of the god of martial arts three times. He should know that the status of the god of martial arts in this world is extremely high, but all major events in the village must be worshipped to seek the blessing of the god of martial arts.

After all this, Qin Hong asked Qin Zheng to take out the Xuantie and put it on the stove that Qin Yi had already prepared.

"Wow...sw..."

The sound of the bellows and the sound of flames are intertwined and fill the whole forging room.

"Don't stop, keep this speed and keep the furnace warm!" Looking at the black iron on the stove, Qin Hong did not forget to tell Qin Yi.

Half an hour passed quickly. Qin Yi and Qin Wu's foreheads were covered with sweat beads. **'s upper body had already been sweating, and the strong muscles trembled in the air with the relaxed arm.

"Grandpa, how long will it take for this black iron to melt?" Looking at the Xuantie on the stove that has not changed at all, Qin Bing couldn't help looking at Qin Hong and asked puzzledly.

"You will know when you try!" When Qin Hong heard this, he couldn't help laughing and pointed to the black iron on the stove.

Qin Bing was slightly stunned and put his hand on the basal iron in the stove.

A faint temperature came through the palm of the hand.

"What?" Qin Bing's face changed slightly and said puzzledly, "How come this Xuantie is only this temperature after half an hour?"

Hearing Qin Bing's words, several people in the forging room can't help laughing.

"Xiao Bing, this black iron is not an ordinary material. If you want to melt it, it is not an easy thing. It is such an uninterrupted heating. Only six or seven hours, more than ten hours, can make this black iron melt." Qin Hong explained with a smile.

It turned out to be like this! Qin Bing's heart couldn't help but be shocked. He never thought that it would be so difficult to melt the black iron. I'm afraid that this weapon could not be forged in a day or two.

Qin Yi and Qin Wu pulled the bellows like this for another half an hour, and Qin Hong and Qin Zheng replaced them. In this way, they changed four times in a row. Knowing that the next morning, the Xuantie became red.

"It seems that the material of this black iron is better than we expected." Qin Zheng looked at the black iron that had just become red and did not melt, but his eyes were a little more excited.

"Why is this?" Looking at the Xuantie that had really burned for eight hours and had not yet melted, there was a trace of excitement in Qin Zheng's eyes, which made Qin Bing quite puzzled.

"Haha... Xiaobing, you don't know that." Qin Hong smiled and said, "The longer it takes for this black iron to melt, the better the material of this black iron will be. It should be noted that the same material also has a difference between good and bad. The longer the black iron melts is the best in the black iron!"

So that's it! Qin Bing couldn't help nodding in her heart. This piece of black iron has not melted for eight hours. I'm afraid it will take more than an hour for the black iron to melt. Compared with the ordinary black iron melting for six or seven hours, the material of this black iron is definitely the best of the black iron!

In fact, it is no wonder that although the black iron is valuable, Han Fei will not run hundreds of miles on his back in order to tighten the 10,000 taels of black iron. You know, before this, he abandoned tens of thousands of taels of wealth, and he will not pay attention to 10,000 taels of wealth. Only the best in this mysterious iron can make this Jiangyang thief be willing to carry more than ten catties of black iron and die hundreds of miles all the way.

It took more than two hours before the basal iron on the stove began to soften.

"Zheng'er, get ready to start the furnace!" Looking at the softened Xuantie, Qin Hong shouted, and he didn't know when he had grabbed the hammer on the ground.

As Qin Zheng quickly took out the Xuantie, the hammer in Qin Hong's hand hit the Xuantie fiercely, "Bbang!" Suddenly, Mars was shining.

However, Qin Yi and Qin Wu on the side have always maintained the bellows temperature. Even if Xuantie has left the stove, they have not relaxed at all. Obviously, Qin Hong told several people the precautions before forging.

With the effort of knocking nearly a cup of tea, Qin Zheng put the basal iron back into the stove.

......

Four hours later, a dark black gun tip prototype appeared in the eyes of everyone.

"Ice, blood!" Qin Hong controlled the speed and strength of the hammer in his hand and shouted without looking back.

Hearing this, Qin Bing hurriedly wanted to break her middle finger, and Yin Hong's blood overflowed and fell on the fiery black iron. "Sneer!" A sound turned into fog and disappeared.

"Bum! Bang!"

Continue to forge, and the tip of the gun was successfully forged an hour later.

Next, the forging of Xingchen Steel will be much easier. Two hours later, a gun barrel about eight feet long was successfully forged, and the tip and barrel of the gun were forged completely completed. A dark black long gun appeared in Qin Bing's eyes.

"It's done!" Looking at the long gun in his hand, Qin Hong's face showed relief. Qin Yi and the three people beside them also had a smile on their faces. After forging for more than a day in a row, this divine soldier was finally forged.

"Next is the last process!" Qin Hong smiled indifferently and put the forged long gun through the stove. I don't know what was added. The position of the whole dark long gun turned silvery white.

"This..." Looking at the long gun that turned silver white, Qin Bing couldn't help but be stunned and looked at Qin Hong's eyes with some puzzlement.

"Xiaobing, the value of this weapon is not low. Although your ability is not low now, everyone in the world has it. If you meet greedy people, this long gun will bring you a lot of trouble. Wouldn't it be better now?" Qin Honglang laughed.

Qin Bing couldn't help nodding when she heard the words. Although he was not afraid of these rats with his ability, it was naturally a good thing that there could be less trouble.

After the treatment of Mr. Qin Hong, the long gun is no different from the ordinary black iron long gun. The ridge is high and thin, and the back is full of blood troughs. However, unlike ordinary long guns, the blood troughs of this long guns is spiral. This was added when Qin Bing specially instructed Qin Hong and others to forge, which was also used by Qin Bing in the previous life. The biggest difference between the "Dragon" and ordinary long guns.

"Xiao Bing, try to catch the gun!" Qin Hong handed the long gun in his hand to Qin Bing.

Starting with the long gun, a faint coolness came from the gun god, and a cold murderous atmosphere came from the gun.

"Good gun!" Holding the long gun, Qin Bing couldn't help shouting. Although this long gun still has some differences from the previous "jing long", it is also an extremely rare magic weapon. You should know that the "jing long" in the previous life took three years to make in a family like the Qin family. Now in a small Qin family, it can only get more than the "jing long" The slightly worse magic soldiers have been a great harvest. Qin Bing is very satisfied!

This long gun is much longer than the one Qin Bing used in the past. Even if Qin Bing has been practicing gun skills for so many years, it is impossible to swing like an arm as soon as he buys it.

The right hand exerted a little force, and the long gun in his hand suddenly lifted it. He raised it flatly in front of him. Qin Bing slowly closed his eyes, and his whole mind was immersed in the long gun in his hand and felt the long gun.

"Puff, poof, poof."

Fiercely, Qin Bing's eyes opened, and a fine light flashed in his eyes. His hands trembled, and the long gun in his hand instantly changed into a burst of gun flowers. With the power in Qin Bing's hand, the gun flower instantly condensed, a black light flashed, and the tip of the gun stopped a foot in front of the forging wooden door.

"Puff!"

A strong wind shot out, and a fist-sized hole appeared on the door in an instant.

"It's eight feet eight inches long and weighs eighty-eight catties and eight taels, and there is no deviation at all!" Qin Bing was extremely shocked. It took a lot of time for the weapons masters in his previous life to do this, and Qin Hong actually relied on their own intuition to do it, and their skills were close to Taoism!

"Xiao Bing, give me a name." Looking at Qin Bing with a happy face, Qin Hong couldn't help saying.

"Name?" Qin Bing was slightly stunned and whispered, "Frightened!"

One shot, three shocks!