"Luna, when will the new weapons be delivered?" Han Feng really wanted to have these new weapons in Xinhong now.

"Tell the Korean team, are you sure you want these weapons?"

"want."

"Okay Team Korea." In response, Luna continued: "Because making new weapons requires adding new materials, there are eight types in total, and a total of 16,000 gold coins are required."

"Okay! Make it!"

When he heard "a mere 16,000", Han Feng responded without blinking.

"Okay, Team Korea, it will take about ten minutes to make new weapons."

"Hmm... By the way, let's make Liu Zhe's weapons too."

"Okay, Team Korea."

After communicating with Luna, Han Feng put on his coat.

It takes ten minutes to make, and you have to send it from the base... If you have this little time, you might as well go there in person, so that you can get your favorite weapon earlier!

Coming downstairs, Han Feng saw the off-road vehicle at a glance.

Sitting in the car, Han Feng smelled the slightest smell of blood...

Turning his head to look at the co-pilot... "Oh... it would be great if the blood rage didn't bleed."

Facing his own blood, Han Feng felt helpless.

On the way to the base, Han Feng suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, Luna, where is the priest playing with ice? Is he awake?"

"Report to the Korean team, the priest woke up around three o'clock this afternoon."

"Well, you didn't let him play with Liu Zhe?" Thinking of the duel between Binghuo and Binghuo, Han Feng really couldn't guess who would have the last laugh.

"Um... Liu Zhe is in a coma now..." After Han Feng finished speaking, Luna said "appropriately"...

"What about the priest?"

Since Liu Zhe was knocked unconscious, the priest shouldn't be much better, right?

"I was stunned by the magnetic explosion infantry, and I am also in a coma."

"Liu Zhe... you're so useless..." After hearing this, Han Feng hesitated for a long time, and finally said "sarcastically".

After saying that, Han Feng remained silent and began to look forward to his new weapon...

In three or four minutes, Han Feng drove to the base.

Looking at the base that was gradually returning to its original appearance, Han Feng pursed his lips and thought... Wei Yun... hadn't been found yet.

Taking out a cigarette and lighting it, Han Feng stood quietly by the base and waited...

At night, in the dark environment, the scarlet cigarette butt in Han Feng's hand flickered...

The soft and cold breeze blew through the corners of Han Feng's clothes. No one knew what he was thinking at this time.

"Report to the Korean team that all customized weapons have been manufactured."

Suddenly, Han Feng thought of Luna's report.

After coming back to his senses, Han Feng realized that the cigarette in his hand had been burned out...

"Um."

In response, Han Feng raised his head and glanced around.

In front of the combat laboratory, Han Feng saw two scientific researchers walking towards him carrying several bags of heavy objects.

"Thank you for your hard work, please go back." Han Feng said politely as he held up the package in their hands with his telekinesis.

"It is our greatest honor to serve the Korean team!" When the two scientific researchers saw the package "flying" in their hands, they immediately straightened up and saluted Han Feng.

"Yeah." Han Feng waved his hand and responded.

After receiving several packages flying in mid-air, Han Feng immediately opened and checked them.

"This is the silver shuttle, silver wings, and... needle?"

Taking out the new belt, Han Feng noticed that it was slightly different from the belt he was wearing at this time. There was a row of fine needles on the right front of the belt.

Moreover, the distance between Silver Shuttle and Silver Wings is also slightly shorter.

Pinch out a needle, Han

Feng began to look at it carefully...

This needle is silvery white in color, three inches (nine centimeters) long, and has sharp ends at both ends. It is almost as thick as the largest sewing needle.

After weighing it, the needle was as light as nothing...

With a slightly curious expression, Han Feng pressed hard on the middle of the needle with his finger...

Bent?... Seeing the needle bent due to his pressure, Han Feng felt a little puzzled.

But the moment he let go of his hand, the doubts in Han Feng's heart disappeared!

I saw that after the pressure was released, the needle immediately rebounded to normal! It can be seen that... the material used to make this needle is very tough!

"good……"

With a word of praise, Han Feng's mental power suddenly increased!

The needle is wrapped in the power of thought, making it slowly float in the palm of the hand.

Looking up and scanning his surroundings, Han Feng found his "target".

"go!"

With a soft drink, the needle suspended in the palm of his hand shot out instantly! It pierced the wall!

"puff……"

In the quiet night, Han Feng's ears caught a slight sound...

"Luna, how's the wall doing?"

When Han Feng asked questions, he thought it would be great if the needle could stick into the wall.

But... Luna's words shocked Han Feng!

"Report to the Korean team that the wall has been penetrated, please repair it."

"..."

After a few seconds of silence, Han Feng was ecstatic!!!

The solidity of the fence no longer needs to be tested!

Two meters thick! The wall that could withstand five cannonballs per square meter without falling down! It was actually... penetrated by this tiny needle... in a matter of seconds!

With the power of his mind, Han Feng "recalled" the needle that had just been shot.

Touch it and see... No injuries at all! Even the sharp needle tip didn't show the slightest feeling of frustration!

"I……"

Excited heart, trembling hands!

Holding the needle, Han Feng didn't know what to say for a moment!

"One hit the nail on the head, a thousand meters fatal... Once used, you will either die or be injured! From now on... it will be called a blood needle..." After a pause, Han Feng continued: "It just so happens that it is similar to my blood rage.

At..."

Staring at the "murderous weapon" in his hand, Han Feng named it!

"Okay, Team Korea, this will be the blood shot from now on."

Following Han Feng's instructions, Luna officially changed his name.

Putting the needle back in place, Han Feng raised his belt and counted it at close range.

"one two three……"

"There are ten in total." After counting, Han Feng understood...the silver wings of the shuttle and the blood needle were both ten.

"Yes, the Korean team, there are ten blood needles in total." Then, Luna began to explain: "There are thirty remote telepathy weapons. Within this number, your mental power will not be consumed too much, and you can

Use it to its fullest potential."

"Um."

After responding softly to show his understanding, Han Feng took off the previous belt around his waist and put on a new one.

After arranging his clothes, Han Feng knelt down and opened the next package.

"The three-sided military thorn... looks very powerful."

Taking out two three-edged military thorns from the package, Han Feng looked at them carefully again.

I don’t know what kind of cloth tape is wrapped around the handle. On this cold winter night, it feels faintly warm, and the comfort level is perfect!

Looking at the blade again... there are three obvious edges on the straight "steel rod".
To be continued...