Chapter 7 - 3 Twin Martial Spirits, Crafting A Weapon 2/2 (1/2)

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Tang San's family shop is the only blacksmith shop in the village, they produce farm tools that are cheap and easy to use.

When Chen Feng came to Tang San's door, he heard the constant sound of metal meeting a hammer.

”Little San, are you home?” Chen Feng shouted outside the door without rushing in.

Soon Tang San walked out of the room, with a few black patches on his face, and said, ”Brother Feng, I have something to do now, I can't accept your challenge.”

”I'm not here to challenge you, but come to see Uncle Hao, is Uncle Hao home?” Chen Feng asked.

Tang San froze for a moment, and quickly reacted, ”My dad is at home, come with me.”

Tang Hao usually sleeps in the morning and works in the afternoon. Chen Feng knows Tang Hao's habit, so he came in the afternoon, otherwise he would have made a useless trip.

Entering the room, Chen Feng saw Tang Hao. This was not the first time Chen Feng saw Tang Hao.

He looks more than 50 years old, he was very tall, but his outfit didn't show his good sides.

Wearing a shabby robe, with many holes in it that weren't patched which also revealed the tough bronze skin beneath it. He had sleepy droopy eyes and messy hair like a bird's nest and a messy beard.

”Feng brat, why are you disturbing me?” Tang Hao asked, he heard everything Tang San and Chen Feng said at the door just now.