Rural Shennong

In the shooting range, Wang Lin was holding a cool-looking assault gun, arguing with Wei Lan about something, when he saw Chen Ping coming in, an angry Wang Lin held the gun and said, "Emperor, what do you judge?" .”

"Can this thing be equipped on a large scale?"

"After modification by your good apprentice, the recoil force of this Type 250 assault gun has successfully exceeded [-] joules."

"It's fucking two hundred and five." Wang Lin was so angry that he cursed: "You have to know that the muzzle kinetic energy of a self-defense pistol on earth is only 220 joules."

"Use this thing to fire a gun, let's not say whether you will kill the enemy or not, it is equivalent to being shot first."

Chen Ping took the gun, pulled the bolt skillfully, raised it with one hand, and aimed at the target a hundred meters away.

"Thumbs up!"

After the thirty rounds in a magazine were finished, Chen Ping's hand and the gun in his hand didn't even shake.

Thirty bullets hit the bullseye.

Wei Lan gave a "puchi" smile.

Wang Lin was very depressed: "This...it's not fair!"

"Di Zun, you are a semi-holy cultivator, so of course you don't take this little recoil seriously."

"But the original intention of the establishment of the Pioneer Academy of Sciences is to improve the overall combat effectiveness of warriors on Earth, especially grassroots warriors, rather than customizing weapons for a very small number of masters."

Chen Ping glared at Wei Lan: "You still have the nerve to laugh! Listen to Dr. Wang Lin carefully!"

Wei Lan was Chen Ping's first disciple, he was quite talented, but compared to Hou Liangyu and Li Liting, he was not good enough.

But Wei Lan also has an advantage, that is, the ability to comprehend the formation.

He himself is also very interested in the formation and has made great progress.

This gun is the formation that Wei Lan personally inscribed, which made the gun's power reach the current level.

After being reprimanded by Chen Ping, Wei Lan scratched her head in embarrassment: "Master, I have tried my best to modify the buffer formation on the trigger, and I also used a lot of precious alloys, but the effect is still not satisfactory."

Chen Ping pointed to the formation on the trigger: "The auxiliary formation here is too blunt, and the more precious the alloy, the better."

"Thousand-year-old blood ginseng is precious enough? If you give it to a person with yang deficiency and fever, it will only make him die in a blizzard. It's better to give him more antipyretics."

"You need to be more flexible."

Chen Ping picked up the carving knife on the operating table, modified the formation that Wei Lan had inscribed before, and reforged it with several basic alloys.

While modifying the gun, he explained it to Wei Lan and Wang Lin in detail.

Wang Lin is a biochemist, and he also put forward his own opinions, such as what acidic substances to use to strengthen the array and so on.

After the modification, the recoil of this gun has finally dropped to a level that warriors in the middle stage of external strength can bear, and the manufacturing cost is much lower than before.

Chen Ping put down the gun, and looked at a pile of blueprints on the desktop: "High-end weapons still need to be manufactured."

"We not only want to create weapons that can be used by low-level fighters, but also weapons that can be used by masters."

Wang Lin frowned: "Di Zun, we found that the master is a threshold."

"We can barely make weapons that can be operated by martial arts masters and pose a threat to the masters of the Embodied Realm."

"But these weapons have some effect on martial arts masters."

"If you let the masters of the Embodied Realm operate, it's not as good as their combat effectiveness with the weapons they are used to."

Chen Ping said calmly: "Everything is possible."

"You all know the Spirit Pagoda, right?"

"The beam of energy released by that thing, even a saint must be careful to deal with it, but the person who operates the spiritual pagoda only needs to be a master of the Embodied Realm at the very least. How many levels has this been crossed?"

"This is something that people in the secret realm researched a long time ago."

"With the technology and wisdom of our earthlings, coupled with my formation, sooner or later we will be able to develop powerful weapons that can leapfrog the enemy."

In the following month, Chen Ping spent time in the research institute, working with a group of scientists to research and manufacture weapons.

These researchers can rest when they are tired, but Chen Ping has no time to rest.

He is a little free, and he has to treat the seriously injured and coordinate the strategic layout of the entire secret realm.

Everyone who came into contact with Chen Ping felt that Chen Ping seemed to be in a hurry, as if he was in a hurry to explain his funeral.

Many people don't know why he is so anxious.

Only Chen Ping and Yan Luo knew that the opening day of Meteor Immortal Sea Immortal Mansion was approaching.

On this day, Chen Ping returned to Woye City from Yashiguan, and went to the reform camp where the savages were held.

Miao Runlian was in charge of the reform camp.

If the Weeping Mountain City power is the feudal era, then the outside of the pass is the more backward tribal slave era.

There are not no areas outside the customs that are suitable for human survival, but the areas are very scattered, and the area is not wide enough.

The tribes often fought and plundered each other's population resources.

In such an environment, the civilization outside the customs has never developed.

Savages are easy to transform.

If the stubborn and evil slave owners and tribal leaders are killed, the remaining tribal people will be very obedient and easy to reform.

The IQ of those tribal savages is not low.

After getting better living conditions, learning about a more colorful world, and seeing what is so powerful and irresistible human beings on earth, only a fool will have a heart of rebellion.

Chen Ping needs a large population to enrich his vast territory, so Chen Ping must entrust his absolute confidants to do the transformation of the savages.

Miao Runlian is a good candidate.

Naturally, there is no doubt about her loyalty to Chen Ping. Moreover, she has been running Happy Farm and often dealt with farmers. Even after becoming the president, her farmer's unique simplicity has not changed, and she can easily communicate with low-level people.

Miao Runlian took Chen Ping's arm, walked in the reform camp, and introduced Chen Ping: "This is the No. [-] camp."

As soon as they entered the camp, a group of ruddy and clean children surrounded them. Adult men and women in the distance just watched timidly and did not stop them.

Miao Runlian took out a handful of candies from her pocket and handed them out, and the children drove away.

"They are the first batch of tribal people to undergo transformation. Now they have basically completed the transformation and can be transferred to the Heavenly Holy Secret Realm at any time."

Chen Ping was silent for a moment and said: "Run Lian, I'm going to leave in two days. This trip will take at least a year and a half before I can come back."

Miao Runlian turned pale with shock: "Ah Ping, a powerful enemy from the Meteorite Sea is about to attack, if you want to leave at this time..."

Chen Ping waved his hand and said, "The people from Meteor Immortal Sea won't come so soon, please listen to me first."

He told everything about the upcoming opening of Meteor Immortal Sea Immortal Mansion.

"The Immortal Mansion opens once every 200 years, and the people from Meteor Immortal Sea will definitely wait for the Immortal Mansion to open before gathering an army to come."

"Before they come, I will definitely rush back first."

Miao Runlian hugged Chen Ping tightly, and said tremblingly: "You said that the Immortal Mansion is full of formations and traps, what if you... what if you can't come back?"

Chen Ping's eyes were firm: "I have to go, otherwise, with my current semi-saint cultivation base, I will not be the opponent of those saints at all."

"Trust me, I will definitely come back."