"It would be great if we could look at more weapons created by others. We could learn from them a lot of things." Ren Daoyuan seemed unintentional, but in fact he said softly, as if he was talking to himself, but in fact, Luo Zi could hear it clearly.

Luo Dajiang's eyes lit up. This was indeed a good idea. The place with the most weapons is naturally the arsenal, which is one of the most important departments of the weapons supervision. Even if he wants to enter, he must have enough reasons and also obtain the permission of Lord Jaycee Chan. Ren Daoyuan, a slave, could not let him enter no matter what the reason.

What's more, watching the weapons creation techniques is a very meticulous job. It takes a long time to infer the craftsman's methods from weapons. In the eyes of ordinary people, a bunch of standard weapons are the same, and in the eyes of craftsman, each handle is different.

When his eyes lit up, Luo Dajiang suddenly thought of a good place. Although it was not as good as arsenal, he had enough of Ren Daoyuan's needs. What he needed was to learn other people's fighting skills and ideas, not weapons.

"Well, there is a waste warehouse in the weapons prison, and all the weapons piled up in it are all waste. Although they are ruined, the means in it are no different from normal weapons. It is only when something goes wrong at a certain stage that waste products are produced." Luo Dajiang laughed, this was also considered a waste utilization.

Ren Daoyuan smiled bitterly in his heart. The waste warehouse is completely different from what he thought. The Tao tire is very mysterious. Even if it is a waste, it may not be impossible to have a Tao tire, but this probability is far less than that of the arsenal. Moreover, the inventory in the waste warehouse is much smaller than that of the arsenal. Every once in a while, the waste products inside will be re-furnished and decomposed as raw materials and then cast.

However, Luo Dajiang said right. If you only learn from other people's tools, scrap is enough, so there is no need to look at the finished product.

No matter how regretful Ren Daoyuan was, he could only pretend to be full of joy and respond. He didn't want Luo Dajiang to see that something was wrong. Although Luo Zi was not young and was obsessed with refining weapons every day, he might become a master of craftsmen. How could he be a fool?

"Thank you, Master?" He couldn't show any disappointment on his face, but he had to pretend to be full of joy. Ren Daoyuan sighed inwardly as a slave and in the Iron Prison, he is really a training person.

The abolished warehouse is in the valley of the Weapons Supervision, in an unmanned corner, where there are no guards and no one to take care of it. Anyway, it is in the Weapons Supervision, even if you want to take out the things inside, it is impossible. At most, it is just a circling in the Weapons Supervision.

Ren Daoyuan had known this place for a long time. When he was fine, he came to the waste warehouse alone. The waste warehouse was covered with dust, and there were only a few places he often walked on and was stepped on a relatively clean road.

All the scraps are packed here, but they are also divided into grades. Ordinary knives, swords and guns are the most frequently rotated. The reason is that such scraps have unified materials and are made of stainless steel. They can be used directly as long as they are re-furnished, which is more convenient than smelting them with ore.

Of course, there are some waste products that are very disliked. These weapons are usually made separately for generals, and the quality requirements are high. Moreover, the materials are complex, and they are mostly mixed with several materials. Although the materials are better, they are troublesome to smel. They need to separate materials of different qualities and then smelting to make new weapons.

The Ferro Iron Supervisor is not short of ore. Separating a variety of metals is more troublesome than using ore. Therefore, such waste products are often left to the shelves and thrown in an uninhabited corner, no one cares about it, and slowly falls over with dust, which is even more inconspicuous.

Ren Daoyuan looked here for a few days and slowly found out the trick. Ordinary waste products were rotated very quickly and the quality was average. He just glanced over it and didn't look carefully, and moved the center of gravity to the dust-filled waste products.

There are not a small number of such waste products. Over the past few hundred years, there have been as many as thousands of pieces, which have been piled up in the innermost part of the waste warehouse. In some places, the dust is half a foot thick.

I cleaned it up one by one, took a few glances, and threw it aside. Each piece of scrap took less than half a quarter of an hour, but after all, the number was huge, and Ren Daoyuan really took a lot of time.

Luo Dajiang's exquisite model was finally completed. It looked extremely ordinary on the outside, like two large balls, but inside the ball, it was extremely exquisite and beautiful and heart-wrenching.

After the fine molding was completed, the black iron water there also melted. Ren Daoyuan temporarily put down the research waste and turned to Dajiang Luo to help Luo Dajiang, adding the melted star stone to the black iron.

This is not an easy thing. It not only requires certain skills, but also requires sufficient strength. The specific gravity of Xingshi iron and black iron is different. It is impossible to mix evenly when thrown in directly. It requires constant stirring, stirring while heating. The strength must be even, the fire must be even, and adjustments must be made at any time.

Ren Daoyuan is absolutely not good at this job. Not only are there several slave workers and several fire workers, but Master Luo also needs to give personal guidance. There are many considerations in strength, temperature, location, and direction.

After working for three days, the iron and water fusion was finally completed and poured into the fine mold. Luo Dajiang was indeed a master-level forge. The cooperation between the two was perfect. When the last trace of iron was entered, the two fine molds were filled with no difference.

Next is to wait. A weapon like hammer cannot be completely fired. It is not necessary to have sharpness. It can only wait for the molten iron in the fine mold to cool down slowly. It will take almost a day to completely cool down hundreds of kilograms of molten iron.

After the iron was cooled down, everyone started to work together and opened the wax mold to reveal two purple-gold heavy hammers with beautiful patterns inside.

The left-hand hammer weighs 180 kilograms, and the right-hand hammer weighs 240 kilograms. The weight is amazing, but it doesn't look big. Black iron is five times heavier than ordinary steel essence. Two hammers are more than 400 kilograms, but they are only the size of a human head. The hammer head is not round, but oval, with an anti-slip texture on the hammer head. Ren Daoyuan couldn't help but admire it. The master is indeed a master. Such a skill is rare.

This pair of purple gold hammers not only look beautiful but also have amazing weight, but also has even more extraordinary materials. A small amount of star stones are added to the black iron. Their solidity is almost comparable to the solid properties in the Taoist instrument.

Master Luo stroked the hammer head with satisfaction, and called on the workers to work hard. He installed the two hammer rods that had been prepared. A pair of purple gold hammers were finally finished and he could breathe a sigh of relief.

Master Luo was in a very good mood, and Ren Daoyuan also relaxed a lot. Luo Zi was in a good mood and rarely gave Ren Daoyuan a few days off so that he could move freely, as long as he did not leave the weapon surveillance.

Ren Daoyuan, who had nothing to do, was not only adding a little time to practice every day, but also leaping into the scrap warehouse and studying the scrap that might have been scrapped for hundreds of years. This is naturally in the eyes of Master Luo, and he is more satisfied with Ren Daoyuan. This kid is very responsible and knows how to make progress.

You should know that many slaves are dead all day long after entering the Iron Prison except being driven to work by guards. For slaves, being motivated is useless. The stronger your ability, the more work you do, but you cannot get any substantial rewards. Even if you add some fuel to the food, it is not worth it compared to what you pay.

Ren Daoyuan is completely different from those slaves. If he hadn't seen the iron circle around his neck, he would have worked harder than most craftsmen in the weapons prison.

During this period, Ren Daoyuan was also very happy. In addition to completing the task and seeing the master's means of making weapons, his cultivation level has improved significantly, and it is only one step away from expanding the earth veins and entering the earth level. If it weren't for his identity that he had no freedom, he had even begun to expand his veins.

Connecting the mother of the earth and expanding the earth's veins requires retreat, ranging from three to five days or one month. You must practice with all your heart and not be disturbed. Obviously, Ren Daoyuan does not have such conditions now. Even if he is on holiday, he needs to ask for instructions early and report late. After all, he is a slave, not a free man.

The progress in the waste warehouse is very fast, after all, it is all waste. It will not take too long for each piece of waste to remove the dust. The intermittent cleaning has been done for about half a month. Most of the waste has been cleaned up, and two batches of things in the waste warehouse have been rotated.

"Hmm?" On this day, Ren Daoyuan was cleaning up the waste when he suddenly saw a pair of hammers thrown in the corner. Some time ago, he saw Master Luo make a pair of purple gold hammers, and he felt particularly close to this unusual weapon.

Ren Daoyuan put down a long saber in his hand, stepped forward a few steps, and cleaned up the dust on the hammer. I don’t know how long it has been thrown here. The dust on it is much thicker than other weapons. Calculated by the thickness of the dust, it will take at least a hundred years to throw it here.

"So ugly..." Looking at the pair of sledgehammers, Ren Daoyuan smiled bitterly. Not to mention that compared with Master Luo's purple gold hammer, even an ordinary hammer is a hundred times more beautiful than this pair.

Obviously, the hammers were deformed because of the mold when casting, and the entire hammer head was deformed. On the usual oval, there were a few more edges and corners. At first glance, it looked like a monster with a long bag on the head. No wonder it was thrown here.

He tapped the hammer a few times, and listened to the sound of knocking, and knew that the materials used for the hammer were extremely particular. It was obviously not steel-based, and there were at least half of the meteorite or even black iron. But this was not surprising. During this period, the waste he cleaned up was all waste made of this mixed metal as the raw material. The single metal had long been taken back to the furnace.

Sometimes, Ren Daoyuan thought in his mind that if all the waste products here were separated, it would be worth a lot of money. It would be rare here, just precious metals such as meteorite and black iron.

Unfortunately, it is very difficult to separate metals. Not to mention him, even if Luo Dajiang came here personally, it would take too long and it would be a little bit unworthy of the loss, otherwise they would not be allowed to rust and rot here.
Chapter completed!