This sword went over and with its material, Han Qianqian did not dare to say that it cut iron like mud, but at least it should have been a devastating blow.
Bang!
The sword instantly struck.
Bang!
There was a loud sound.
Holy sh*t!!!
Han Qianqian’s jaw directly stretched and stared in front of him like he had seen a ghost.
The tree, shaking wildly at the impact ……
But embarra*singly, the sword was in his hand, broken in two.
“Nee-yeah, no?”
“It really f*cking isn’t, is it?”
Three thousand of Han’s people were dumbfounded.
What the f*ck was all this?
He couldn’t understand it.
Even if his processes were wrong, even if he was really technically incompetent, but, well, at least he was using something made of various kinds of iron.
I’m not talking about fighting someone else’s weapon, I’m just chopping down a tree, it’s a tree.
Han Qianqian was depressed.
I’m just chopping with a knife against a bean curd, and the bean curd is fine, but the knife is broken, where can I justify this.
“Could it be that I’m really a genius at this?”
Han Qianqian was a bit skeptical about life. It is said that if God opens a window for you, he will close a door for you.
Coincidentally, Han Qianqian’s door here was directly welded to death with iron welding.
“Depressing, very depressing.”
However, after taking a look at the Double Dragon Cauldron, fortunately, there were enough things to melt and enough metal water.
So, there was still a chance and time to finish the process that had been missed earlier.
Thinking of this, Han Qianqian said no more and directly ran his true energy, spinning the Double Dragon Cauldron up once more.
In a flash, the metal water was once again slowly boiled hot.
When the water was hot, Han Qianqian put it into the ground model.
This time, Han Qianqian learned to be clever and waited until the metal water had just taken shape, then Han Qianqian immediately used his true energy to lift it directly onto the hard surface that had been prepared.
Then, without saying a word, he picked up an axe-like iron tool and struck it with a bang.
The first thing you need to do is to use your own personal computer.
The sound of Han Qianqian beating iron was heard in all directions.
He was sweating like rain and was very serious.
Although the finished product was funny, for Han Qianqian, his mind had to be right.
This was a weapon for Su Yingxia, so he could never be sloppy, let alone give up lightly.
Soon, amidst Han Qianqian’s careful hammering, a brand new weapon appeared in front of Han Qianqian.
The sword was golden in colour and its body had been polished by Han Qianqian to a high standard.
Needless to say, a mere amateur could tell at a glance that this sword was an absolute success.
The only thing that was unknown was the quality of the sword.
The big tree that had been knocked down was slowly swaying under a gust of wind at this moment, but at this moment, it looked more like it was filled with strong provocation towards Han Qianqian.
“sh*t, since you’re messing around like this, I’ll have to try it out on you.”
Directly saying that he was going to cut down the tree because of his weak heart, how humiliating it would be to mess up, even if there was no one here, but Han Qianqian couldn’t get past that hurdle in his own heart.
But the tree a shake that is different, in the face of provocation, heavy fist, no problem, right?
It’s not about dignity, is it?
Thinking of this, Han Qianqian directly picked up the new sword he had beaten and aimed it at the big tree and slashed it directly.
“Pop!”
The sound was crisp and clear.
The tree was instantly cut at the waist as the sword swept past.
Han Qianqian was instantly overwhelmed with excitement, the sword, it was done.
“Hahahaha, hahahahaha!”
Han Qianqian raised his sword in ecstasy, his entire being excited.
After spending so much effort and wasting so many materials, he had finally completed his work.
Moreover, looking at this piece of work, Han Qianqian was very satisfied.
Next, Han Qianqian was to do the fine work.
The most tedious part of the work was the fine work. The sword’s sharpness depended on the blade, and the sword’s appearance depended on whether it looked good or not.
However, to Han Qianqian, all this was nothing.
In the presence of enough things, all these things are just floating clouds.
Thinking of this, Han Qianqian farted around and began to engrave a few big words on the sword.
The sword of love had to have a special inscription.
Only, Han Qianqian was just about to do it, when suddenly, a crisp ringing sound jerked up ……
Holy sh*t!!!