Douluo Continent: A Thousand Miles of Cultivation

He grabbed it and examined it closely. His mental energy swept over it and he discovered extremely subtle knife marks. Most people would not be able to see them at all and would only think that it was a seamless whole.

Upon seeing this, Qian Shui probably had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on. "You only made these two, right?"

This thing was probably made by Huan Hongchen by hand, and the gunpowder formula was improved after he obtained the blueprints from Tang San's Buddha's Wrath Lotus.

While achieving this level is already quite good, it's still not enough.

If it can only be made by hand, then it's no different from Tang San's hidden weapons.

The manufacturing requirements for bullets are even higher. Just thinking about cutting that thin cartridge with Huan Hongchen's engraving knife is enough to give me a headache.

"No, we got a dozen or twenty. They are quite powerful. If we make some adjustments and add things like explosions, like hitting the head, they can instantly kill ordinary Soul Saints or even Soul Douluos."

I'm not sure about Title Douluo, since my cultivation level isn't high enough. Why don't you give it a try?

Point a gun at me and shoot me? Qian Shui was actually starting to get excited. "Where's the gun?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Huan Hongchen pulled out a long, dark-looking thing, which, judging from her movements, looked like she had pulled it out of her skirt.

Sniffing, Qian Shui's attention was only drawn to the fire poker-like object. "A rifle?!"

The speed of a rifle bullet is about twice that of a pistol bullet, which is common knowledge for someone like Qian Shui, who is a jack-of-all-trades but only half-baked expert.

However, the indoor space was small, and he suddenly became hesitant to try it.

"Come on~" Huan Hongchen seemed to be smug as he waved the fire poker, casting its shadow on someone's rather unsightly face.

"Are we here to forge iron today?"

"Oh, that's a small matter. How shall we try it?" Huan Hongchen seemed unwilling to let it go, looking at Qian Renxue's face.

But Qian Shui felt that this woman was definitely targeting him, otherwise why would she be so persistent?

"Alright!" After communicating with his wife, the two quietly switched back.

No matter what, Qian Shui can't unleash Qian Renxue's full level 97 strength, so it's definitely the best choice for her to go herself.

The Angel Sword was summoned, and Miss Angel raised an eyebrow, deciding to teach this woman a lesson.

Just as the bullet was chambered, Qian Renxue, who had been nonchalant, suddenly unleashed a powerful soul pressure, sending metal shards flying throughout the studio. However, none of these shards could get close to Qian Renxue; they were completely blocked by her body.

However, Huan Hongchen seemed expressionless and ignored the soul pressure targeting her, instead unleashing a blow on the angel lady.

The moment the bullet left the barrel, Qian Shui, who had been watching the show from the shadows, finally understood what was happening.

His fear of firearms was ingrained; he was no joke about taking down an enemy with a single shot. For a moment, he forgot that he was in a fantasy world and that he was incredibly powerful.

Whether it was some music playing in his head or not, Qian Shui, with lightning speed, knocked his wife off her feet and caught the incoming bullet with two fingers.

"Of all martial arts techniques, none are invincible except for speed!"

Chapter 284 New Moves, Emergency at Sea

When Qian Renxue's fire-attribute soul power swirled around her, Qian Renxue, knowing what Qian Shui was pretending to be, silently thought: "Fire Cloud Angel God?"

As the saying goes, "When guns and cannons roar, gold and silver flow in abundance." If this thing can't be mass-produced, it's practically no different from a fire poker.

"How's the fragmentation grenade project going?"

"That's easy. Ordinary ceramic bombs can injure or even kill a Soul King."

"That's fine. Let's put this on hold for now. That's not our goal. We'll talk about it when we have the right conditions. Let's try blacksmithing."

"Row!"

Seeing that Qian Shui had just put on airs, Huan Hongchen didn't say anything more, and he roughly understood that the thing wasn't very powerful.

Indeed, after regaining her senses, Qian Shui also looked at the barrel. There wasn't even rifling, so it was hard to guarantee accuracy. It would be good enough if it could even make a sound.

Of course, it was also very kind of Qian Shui to clean up the metal shavings on the ground for her. She was too busy to do anything else anyway, so she just did the cleaning casually.

As the furnace roared to life, Qian Shui never expected that he would be able to try his hand at blacksmithing in the Douluo Continent. After all, he didn't possess a hammer-based martial soul, nor did he share Tang San's fondness for metalworking.

"Let's try ordinary pig iron first. Why did you bring deep-sea sunken silver right away?"

Seeing Qian Shui's disgusted expression, Huan Hongchen felt utterly contemptuous.

What did I say? Don't you care about the precious metals?

"With your high level of skill, destroying the sunken silver in the deep sea would be a piece of cake for you, wouldn't it?"

"Big sister, I've never done forging before. Shouldn't I at least try something out first? Like in a battle, you can't just unleash your ultimate move right away; you have to test the waters first, right?"

"Your words don't make any sense, do they?" During the circumnavigation, the Tyrannosaurus Rex, facing its first crisis, was instantly killed right under Huan Hongchen's nose.

Even the reclusive Qian Renxue was speechless this time. If this guy really wanted to fight, when would he first test his strength with a three-hundred-round battle?

Who came up with the tactic of "killing someone at first sight"?

However, Qian Shui's words made sense, and he casually pulled out a dark, black metal lump from the corner and tossed it to Qian Shui.

"Is this just an ordinary piece of iron?"

"Where would I get such a thing?" As a level seven Soul Master, Huan Hongchen would have to specially obtain even ordinary pig iron. "This is a piece of natural iron essence."

Weighing the ordinary iron essence in his hand, Qian Shui casually asked, "How much?"

"How would I know? About a dozen or so gold soul coins?"

However, this earned him disdain from Qian Shui.

Although he now rules an empire, and he and Qian Renxue are very wealthy, having already achieved financial freedom through their collaboration with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, this isn't how you spend money. If you just throw it away in some corner, it'll just gather dust.

Regardless of these things, Huan Hongchen, though feigning ignorance with a wandering gaze, knew that Qian Shui was just making a sarcastic remark.

Why not take advantage of the big spenders? They're rich, after all. The principle is that money spent is money. As the person in charge of soul tools, Huan Hongchen is neither greedy nor greedy. She just buys goods normally and has some leftover materials in her workshop. Isn't that normal?

"I always feel like I need to check your spatial soul tools sometime!" At this moment, Qian Shui also raised his hammer while taking the red-hot iron essence out of the forging furnace with its glowing red charcoal.

"You still need to check the spatial soul tool? You can already search souls, why go through all this trouble?"

"Okay, can you search for me?"

Qian Shui's words were indeed quite frightening; Huan Hongchen even took a half-step back, "No…!"

It wasn't that he actually coveted anything; people always have some suicidal thoughts in their minds. Even Qian Shui only released Niwan Palace under duress, allowing his wife to truly control him.

"What are you afraid of?"

With a clang, Qian Shui picked up the black metal forging hammer and smashed it onto the red-hot iron.

"You used too much force!"

"Uh..." Qian Shui, who had originally taken the initiative in the conversation, was instantly reversed by Huan Hongchen.

"Who knew this thing would be so fragile!"

He picked up the hammer, and the iron spirit was lifted up with it. Qian Shui thought that blacksmithing should be done with all his might, but he didn't expect to be flattened by the hammer blow.

"A normal person would need a lot of strength to forge this, but what level is yours?"

Lifting up Qian Renxue's slender arm, the flesh inside was clearly visible in the glow of the forging furnace.

It's a bit thin, but it's more than enough to carry the Trident of Poseidon; it's indeed quite powerful.

Smacking his lips, the person seemed quite embarrassed, "Okay... I'll be gentler."

As the soul power was attached to the iron essence, a series of clanging sounds rang out.

However, this action stunned Huan Hongchen. Qian Renxue's forearm was striking the red-hot iron at a bizarre speed that no normal person could possibly achieve, and the sound of the striking was almost continuous.

If Qian Shui were to offer his opinion from the sidelines, he would most likely say that it's not as good as a close-in weapon system.

"What do you want me to knock on?"

"what?"

The knocking was so dense that no one could hear anything in the studio. Huan Hongchen was also lost in thought and didn't hear what was said in the first sentence.

"I said, what do you want to make?" Qian Shui, having roughly understood, directly provided a mental link, while also marveling at how convenient superpowers can be at times.

However, this action startled Huan Hongchen. She couldn't figure out what the mental link was going to do. She only felt that it had just threatened to search her soul, and now it was going to do it?

Fortunately, Qian Shui's words were very clear under the mental link, which put her at ease.

"Whatever, do whatever you like."

"That's okay"

The hammering continued, and the shape of the object kept taking shape. Without using a shovel, Qian Shui used his soul power to manipulate it. As if he had grasped some key points, Qian Shui hammered with increasing ease, just like a master craftsman who had been immersed in this art for many years.

He even had time to switch hands and gently stroke Qian Renxue's smooth blonde hair, if she were wearing an apron.

As the shape changed, Qian Shui's first work was about to be completed, but this left Huan Hongchen with a lot of worries.

"Phew! It's done!"

Qian Shui, as if clowns, raised up the flat object. Huan Hongchen was speechless for a moment, feeling that it was inappropriate for this person's status.

"You only made a kitchen knife?" But then I thought, if it were Qian Shui, it would make sense.

"No matter how good your kung fu is, you're still afraid of a kitchen knife!" Qian Shui threw down the forging hammer and started wielding the kitchen knife. Although it had no handle, he wielded it quite skillfully.

It looks like a little angel, which is quite cute, but also a bit ridiculous.

Seeing Huan Hongchen suppressing a laugh as he wielded the knife, the other man didn't indulge him and tapped him as usual, "What's that forging hammer made of? It's quite heavy! It must be expensive, right?"

Huan Hongchen: "Tungsten steel..."

Qian Shui: "Six! Where's my money?!"

If you hadn't said that last sentence, and had just suddenly said that, she would have been really startled. Is she in a good mood or something?

"Where's the whetstone? I need to sharpen my knife."

Life is full of ups and downs, and Huan Hongchen was caught off guard for a moment.

"Never mind, I think I still have some of these." After rummaging through his soul tool, Qian Shui actually pulled out a huge whetstone.

Hu Liena would probably recognize him here. Back then, this senior brother knew she couldn't move it, but he still made her huff and puff as she moved it, just because she complained to Bibi Dong that he was too rough in actual combat and didn't take care of his body, and that he was particularly petty.

As he sharpened his knife with great eagerness, a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

"The south has finally made a move!"

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