"You're not here to talk about these things, are you?"
When Bai Shasheng said this, the look of affection on Yan Xi's face quickly diminished.
"The Venerable wants you to develop equipment that can mass-produce those air guns..."
"It's best to use stronger materials to shoot more powerful projectiles."
As Yan Xi spoke, she somehow pulled out a pistol completely out of place with this era.
It was a pistol made entirely of wood, with the barrel, slide, and magazine all constructed of wood.
The difference was that the barrel and hammer sections were made of special ironwood, providing enough strength.
"Moreover, Luofu Island has developed higher-strength projectiles that can withstand ten times the speed of 'Thunder Roar'..."
"So if possible, the Venerable also hopes you can quickly research high-strength 'Compressed Fire Qi.'
Taking the pistol from Yan Xi's hands, Bai Shasheng removed the magazine and looked at the position of the air intake at the bottom.
