Ling Canghai caressed the body of the spear, which was as black as obsidian, and couldn't believe that this small thing could emit spiritual power comparable to that of a monk.

When Ling Xi arrived, he happened to meet three people who were testing guns.

When the three of them saw her coming, they stepped forward to show their results.

Ling Xi's little heart fluttered with excitement, his eyes were blazing, staring straight at the short gun.

The short gun exudes a ghostly light, the material of the gun body adheres to the principle of strong and tough, and it also needs to withstand the power of the bullet after the formation amplification, and the gun body must have strong resistance.

Bullet casings and gun body materials, Ling Xi only said a rough idea, as for the details, all the power is handed over to Lin Zi and his son, after all, there is a specialization in the art industry, and it is still handed over to professionals.

As for the filling of bullets with gunpowder, it was her own responsibility.

First, gunpowder is now her only self-preservation card, and it should not be revealed to anyone; Second, the father and son of the Lin family have no strength, and the so-called husband is not guilty of his crimes, and he is afraid of affecting the other party.

Ling Xi took the pistol, very satisfied.

Although it is Ziming's first forging, the quality is not bad.

Twelve-year-old blacksmiths are not absent, but they are not rare, and forgers require a lot of knowledge and experience, even if they are geniuses, they cannot do without the accumulation of training.

Coincidentally, Lin Ziming has been striking iron with his father since he was three years old, although he is only twelve years old, he has several years of experience.

The energy contained in the treasure forged by the spiritual fire is far more than that of an extraordinary gun, and the endurance has also made a qualitative leap.

After thanking the father and son of the Lin family, she was already loading the gun.

It's not a loss of a treasure gun, it's just an empty chamber, and the air pressure makes people's blood boil, and it feels good!

After getting the treasure spear, Ling Xi was excited, and immediately rewarded the Lin family with a small piece of dark iron.

You know, this is her last piece of iron.

There is no better gratitude to the forger than the best refining equipment.

Immediately afterward, she had already returned home, and she couldn't wait to reload the bullets, and she also had to let Furukawa lay out the Spirit Gathering Array and Amplification Formation under the body of the gun.

The body of the gun already belongs to the ranks of treasures, and it can withstand crystals, formations, and gunpowder, and it is even more powerful after stacking.

If it is said that the mortal spear that was only amplified by the Spirit Gathering Array was effective against the Qi refining cultivators, now that the treasure spear has been strengthened by strength, it has more impact and destructive power, and the low-level foundation building monks also have the strength to fight.

Moreover, high-level foundation building monks, unless they cultivate physically, their physical bodies do not dare to resist a single shot!

Ling Xi reloaded the bullet overnight, and by the next day, Furukawa had already sent back the treasure gun.

Ling Xi looked at the black spear that emitted a ghostly light, and suddenly felt that she should give her first treasure a name, and looked at the obsidian-like body of the spear, so she simply called it - Hei Yao!

Although the name is a bit of a middle two, she hopes that this gun is a flare that opens up darkness!

Presumably, she had already come to the courtyard with a gun, ready to test the true power of Hei Yao after loading!

Seeing her so solemn, Ling simply followed her to the courtyard, and there was no fluctuation at all in Ling Xi's combat posture.

Even for the power that came from the short gun, he was extremely disdainful.

If he hadn't been injured, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to penetrate his body.

He lay on the ground, wolf paws folded, half-squinted eyes lazily looking.

Ling Xi didn't dare to hold it up, he had already held the gun in both hands, loaded it, and took a deep breath to aim ahead!

Moment...... Bang bang!

A burst of air pressure invisibly bounced her away, her hands ached, and Hei Yao flew out of her hands and fell to the ground.

Ling Xi's body retreated uncontrollably, staggering and falling directly to the ground.