Lin Qingqing took out the iron blocks she had collected. She had never used a big hammer before, so she thought of starting by making the simplest shield.
After Qiao Ruoran opened the gas valve, she called out, "Qingqing, it's ready. There's a switch under the stove that can adjust the temperature."
"Okay, I'll try." Lin Qingqing first found a stainless steel basin to collect the unburned charcoal in the stove.
She threw the iron block into the furnace, turned on the gas switch, and tried to set the temperature to a lower level of 800 degrees. She planned to observe it first.
The melting point of iron is 1535 degrees. Logically, at 800 degrees, the iron should soften or change color.
Qiao Ruoran came back and saw the temperature Lin Qingqing had pointed at. She burst out laughing, "Qingqing, don't tell me this is your first time refining a weapon."
Lin Qingqing didn't feel embarrassed at all and admitted frankly, "It's my first time. I'll try something else first to get a feel for it."
Qiao Ruoran held her forehead with her hand. She trusted Lin Qingqing so much, but in the end she didn't know anything.
"The temperature is too low! You should at least adjust it to 1000 degrees." Qiao Ruoran gave advice.
"The temperature is high enough, 800 degrees can soften the iron." Liu Qiang found a large and a small hammer. He is good at modifying various cars and often encounters cutting steel, so he is quite familiar with it.
Lin Qingqing didn't know anything, so he thought it was safer to keep the temperature lower.
"What shape do you want to make?" Liu Qiang asked.
"Pot lid." Lin Qingqing felt that the pot lid was quite suitable as a shield. When not in use, she could wash it clean and use it for cooking.
Liu Qiang glared at her: "...Can you do something simple first?"
"Isn't this quite simple? Just flatten it or make it round!" Lin Qingqing was at a loss!
"Then smash it for us to see?" Seeing that she didn't listen to the old man, Liu Qiang let her do it.
"Smash it then!" Lin Qingqing curled her lips. After the iron block in the furnace turned red, she used tongs to pick it out.
I imitated the blacksmithing scenes I had seen on TV, holding the hammer in one hand and hammering the iron block with tongs in the other.
She was quite strong, and the iron block was flattened in a few hits, leaving it uneven and deformed, with a thumb-sized hole in the middle.
Liu Qiang stood by with his hands on his hips and laughed heartily, "You are in such a bad condition, yet you still want to make your own bow and arrow!"
Lin Qingqing rolled her eyes at him and snorted coldly. She dropped the hammer in her hand and her supernatural power was activated instantly. She hovered her palm above the iron block, rubbed and pressed it lightly, and a pot lid that couldn't be rounder appeared!
"Wow! It really works!" Qiao Ruoran's eyes sparkled.
Liu Qiang's laughter stopped abruptly: "...You cheated."
Lin Qingqing sneered, "You can cheat too!" Liu, the supernatural scumbag, still has the nerve to laugh at her! Humph!
As she spoke, she picked up a piece of Qiao Mingyang's iron blocks, pulled out a piece with her bare hands, pinched it into a handle, and forced it into the center of the pot lid.
"Perfect!" Lin Qingqing clapped her hands and gave herself a thumbs up.
Liu Qiang was speechless. After a moment of silence, he asked a soul-searching question: "So, what do you want the stove for?"
Lin Qingqing tilted her head. "A sense of ritual?"
Who knew it would be so troublesome!
Forget it, she should just go home and make a bow!
Qiao Ruoran laughed out loud. She also knew that Lin Qingqing could only use her supernatural powers. If she tried to build it properly, it might be even more useless than her own.
However, considering her best friend's face, she still asked, "Are you coming again?"
"No. I don't have enough materials." Lin Qingqing said with a smile. It's embarrassing to do it once, but to continue doing it is overestimating one's own abilities.
Different fields are like different worlds!
It seems that if she wants any weapon, she can only make it herself!
If you rub it into shape first and then extract the impurities, it should be usable in the same way?
"If you're not in a hurry, wait a few days and let my brother give you a beating." Qiao Ruoran didn't expose her and comforted her.
Lin Qingqing hummed a sound. But she decided in her heart that she would go back tonight and rub out a handful of it no matter how hard she tried, so as to blind Liu Qiang's eyes. He actually dared to laugh at her.
"Then I'll go turn off the gas." Qiao Ruoran said as she was about to leave, but Liu Qiang ran to the back before her. "I'll go! I know where to turn it off."
Lin Qingqing tidied up the things around the stove and put Qiao Mingyang's pieces of iron back to their original places!
Let’s pretend we were never here…
After leaving the studio, Qiao Ruoran followed Liu Qiang to dry the fish.
Lin Qingqing went back to make a bow!
At night, Qiao Mingyang came back and washed off the dust. He was too tired during the day and was too lazy to cook, so he just ate Liu Qiang's dark food.
Then he returned to the studio, intending to take some time to continue making a bow for Lin Qingqing, but he discovered that his workshop had been tampered with by someone else.
Even a piece of iron was missing! Qiao Mingyang was puzzled. Who came to his studio to steal a piece of iron?
After Lin Qingqing returned, she took out some iron ingots and used brute force to shape a bow. After she was done, she felt uncomfortable no matter how she held it. Unconvinced, she tried several more times, but each time ended in failure...
It's all form without substance! It looks like a mere decoration, like a picture that Pinduoduo photoshopped from Maomao International. The real thing is completely different from what I imagined in my head.
In a fit of rage, Lin rubbed it a few times, and the bow-like thing was turned into a stick.
After removing the impurities from the stick, she turned it in her hand.
This feels really good.
She had kneaded this piece of iron repeatedly, and what was left was almost all the essence. Apart from being a little short, there were no other problems.
She was so excited that she stayed up late at night and went downstairs dragging her stick.
Originally planning to call up the martial arts master Lao Tan to fight with him, Lin Qingqing saw Qiao Mingyang closing the door of the studio from a distance. She teleported over and hit him on the head with the stick in her hand.
Qiao Mingyang dodged to the side, and Lin Qingqing's stick hit the door with a loud bang.
Qiao Mingyang turned around, his brain pounding. He saw Lin Qingqing excitedly calling out to him, "Come, try my new weapon."
"I'm going to sleep, you go find someone else to play with..."
Before Qiao Mingyang could finish his words, Lin Qingqing hit him with another stick.
Qiao Mingyang helplessly dodged sideways again and reached out to grab the top of the stick.
He grabbed the end of the stick and wanted to drag it forward to make Lin Qingqing fall and teach her a lesson.
It turned out that my hands were sticky.
The metal liquefied and wrapped around his hand layer by layer.
At this moment, Qiao Mingyang even smelled an outrageous meaty aroma.
Lin Qingqing laughed triumphantly, then exerted force suddenly, dragging Qiao Mingyang's body with the stick and started spinning.
Qiao Mingyang was caught off guard and staggered when she pulled him, hitting the door frame hard. He felt a pain in his nose and when he touched it with his hand, he found it was bleeding.
“Lin Qingqing!”
This time, he was really angry. He roared and his free hand instantly gathered wind blades and cut towards the iron rod.
Seeing this, Lin Qingqing immediately sent out several scalpels to fight against the wind blades in mid-air. At the same time, she did not forget to twist the stick again, and Qiao Mingyang fell to the ground involuntarily.
"Are you serious?" Qiao Mingyang supported himself on the ground with one hand to prevent himself from falling, while the other hand was still stuck on the stick. He tried several times to get it off but failed.
He was both angry and furious, but he didn't dare to kill her for fear of hurting Lin Qingqing.
The loud banging noise woke up everyone else in the space.
There are almost no life-type players here, all of them are combat races, and they all use their own skills to quickly arrive at the scene.
Then, I was a little confused...
Did Qiao Heimian and the little devil fight?
The little devil actually beat Qiao Hei's face until it bled!
"Forget it, I don't want to play anymore." Lin Qingqing curled her lips. She just wanted to try the feel of the stick, but Qiao Mingyang was so angry that he used his supernatural powers. He had no martial ethics at all!
Lin Qingqing took back the metallic liquid covering Qiao Mingyang's hands, completely unaware that she had cheated with her supernatural powers first.
Then she made the head of the stick thinner and instantly broke free from Qiao Mingyang's hand.
Qiao Mingyang, who had just stood up with the help of a stick, rushed forward.
"Brother!" Qiao Ruoran exclaimed and kicked her brother without thinking.
Before Qiao Mingyang could stand firmly on his feet, he was kicked out by his sister.
Qiao Ruoran came down from the second floor and arrived at the crime scene a beat slower than others. She saw Qiao Mingyang rushing towards Lin Qingqing and thought her brother was going to attack her...
Lin Qingqing: “…”
Onlookers: “…”
Qiao Mingyang, lying on the ground: "..."
Qiao Ruoran didn't feel anything after kicking the man. They often fought each other when they were practicing martial arts in the mountains, and it didn't hurt that her brother, who had rough skin and flesh, didn't feel any pain after being kicked.
At this moment, she was still misunderstanding and protected Lin Qingqing behind her. "Brother, I brought Qingqing here to use your workshop. If you want to blame someone, blame me. It has nothing to do with Qingqing."
Even if Lin Qingqing's heart was as hard as stone, she sincerely advised, "Ranran, this is none of your brother's business..."
"Qingqing, don't be afraid. If my brother dares to hit you, I will go back and tell my master. I'll see if my master doesn't beat him up." Qiao Ruoran was so angry that her chest heaved and her face slowly turned pale.
My brother is always so stingy!
The warehouse is full of supplies but they are unwilling to help others. The freezer is full of meat, but they are only willing to give out one pound of meat a week, which is not even enough to fill the gaps between teeth.
Her brother always refused to listen to her advice.
He also said that she was too kind and would suffer a great loss sooner or later.
She has suffered a great loss, but one can't just stop eating because of indigestion once, right?
The master said that those who are righteous have many supporters, while those who are unrighteous have few supporters.
If my brother doesn't change his temper and always lives in his own world, he will end up living alone no matter how strong his fighting skills are.
"Ranran, are you okay? Don't scare me." Qiao Mingyang was kicked by Qiao Ruoran. He was a little angry at first, but when he saw that his sister's face was not right, he was so scared that he quickly got up from the ground.
"I don't want you!" Qiao Ruoran pushed his hand away angrily.
Lin Qingqing also noticed that Qiao Ruoran's face looked strange, and her hands and feet were cold, so she quickly said to Qiao Mingyang, "I'll go back with her first."
Having said that, she didn't care about Qiao Mingyang's answer and threw the iron stick to Liu Qiang. Under Liu Qiang's worried gaze, Lin Qingqing helped Qiao Ruoran up and disappeared on the spot.
She teleported back to her room on the third floor.
Lin Qingqing put Qiao Ruoran on the bed, frantically looking for the medicine box, and took out the blood pressure and heart rate measuring instrument for Qiao Ruoran to use.
After pouring another cup of spiritual spring water, she asked Qiao Ruoran, "Do you have medicine? Where is it? I'll go get it."
"I'm fine, I'm just angry..." Qiao Ruoran took a sip of water, slowly calmed down, and then began to complain to Lin Qingqing about her brother's faults.
Lin Qingqing sat on the edge of the bed, twisting her butt uncomfortably, and finally said something honest:
"Your brother is not to blame for what happened today. I refined a stick and wanted to go downstairs to find Old Tan to try it out. Then I saw your brother standing there and wanted to challenge him..."
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