In the Medicine Hall, Han Feng was packing his bags and preparing to stay at a blacksmith shop introduced to him by Li Qianshang for a few days.

According to Li Qianshang, this old blacksmith is an unknown treasure master. Many treasures of the royal family and sects were written by him, and even the royal family's military power tiger talismans were created by him.

How could a blacksmith who can be appreciated and favored by the royal family be bad?

"You go, go. As long as I, Li Qianshang, he will definitely be willing to take you in." Li Qianshang held a flower and tree in his hand, and said while moving, "But this old man has a bad temper, he just refuses to find a successor. He is half-drunk. He insists that if he has not met a suitable candidate, he would rather bring this skill into the coffin."

Han Feng broke out in cold sweat on his forehead and said suspiciously: "Since he doesn't want to accept disciples, why should he teach me how to refine treasures..."

"Just take that spiritual sword to show him, and then report your life experience. He is your grandfather's brother and will give you some face."

"Okay." Han Feng heard that he had a lot of connection with this master, so he couldn't help but feel very happy. He picked up his Qiankun bag and walked out the door.

"Qi'er, I'll go back. Don't run around these days, learn hard with your uncle Qianqian!"

Yang Qi, who was standing beside him, was watering the flower and plants with peace of mind. When he heard this, a trace of loss flashed in his eyes, and then turned into joy, saying, "Okay master!"

Then she leaned closer to Li Qianqian's ear and asked, "Uncle Qianqian...what should I learn."

Li Qianqian's face was full of blackness and was so angry that Han Feng just accepted an apprentice. Why did he even become an uncle of his peers? It sounds so old.

"Nephew Yang, today I will teach you how to refine a peerless magic pill called Qiuyuexiang." Li Qianqian smiled darkly, called Yang Qi over, and quietly told her the pill recipe.

After hearing this, Yang Qi couldn't help but frown, his big eyes flashing, and he was very confused: "Uncle Master, these medicinal materials... are all highly toxic. Shouldn't the elixirs be poisonous pills?"

Li Qianqian snorted coldly, "What do you know? This is called using poison to fight poison. They all have poison. When they turn together, the toxicity will be canceled out. Instead, it is a great tonic. When your master comes back, he will taste one, so that he can jump happily, and praise you for your intelligence and cleverness."

Yao Wuxin also happened to pass by. When he heard Li Qianqian's words, he couldn't help but glance at the back of Han Feng who was leaving and thought to himself: Junior brother, you have to come back later, otherwise you might be beaten up miserably...

"Wuxin, do you think Han Feng can get the true teachings of that old stubborn?" Li Qianshang asked suddenly, the deep meaning in his pupils was as unsightly as a pool of water.

Yao Wuxin was stunned and asked, "Master, have you sent him to learn skills from the cloth clothes?"

"Yes." Li Qianshang disagreed and replied lightly.

Yao Wuxin's eyes suddenly stared at Li Qianshang like a copper bell, and he stared straight at Li Qianshang, "Master, that old man named Clothing Old Man is really not convinced! Isn't it equivalent to letting him suffer a big loss?"

"That's not necessarily true. I told Feng'er that his grandfather and Lao Tanruo have been friends for generations."

"Really?" Yao Wuxin was half-believing and half-doubted. He had never heard of anyone who had ever regarded him as a friend. Before, Yao Wuxin borrowed an iron spoon for refining fourth-grade spiritual medicine, and almost lost his life before borrowing it.

"Of course it's fake, haha!" Li Qianshang suddenly laughed, patted his waist, and walked back happily.

Yao Wuxin was silent and didn't know what to say.

"Junior brother--" he prayed helplessly, "You must come back alive."

In the imperial city.

Han Feng held the note written by Li Qianshang in his hand, followed the lines, turned many alleys and old streets, and then walked to the door of this inconspicuous blacksmith shop.

There was a wooden sign hanging at the door of the blacksmith shop, which read: Get out of the idle people.

Han Feng was shocked and suddenly felt that he didn't make any preparations or gifts, and just came to study empty-handedly, it didn't seem like a good thing.

As soon as he raised his feet and was about to walk in, he heard a noisy noise coming from behind him.

"Hey, stop, what do you want to do?"

I saw a restaurant behind me, and there were many men and women surrounding two male monks downstairs.

It seemed that one of the monks wanted to walk into the restaurant, but was intercepted by a middle-aged monk. The man was thin and wearing the blue robe of the Chen family among the five major families. The word "Xiao" was engraved on the chest. As expected, the young monk who was stopped should be named Chen Xiao, and he was not an ordinary disciple, but a hereditary disciple of the Chen family's inner sect.

"Little kid, can you come to this place?" the middle-aged man asked viciously, but it was obvious that many people asked this question were a little confused.

This restaurant is not owned by his family, so why don’t you let others in?

Chen Xiao said dissatisfiedly: "Uncle, you are really stubborn. I have said many times that I want to go in and find someone. You just don't believe it. Then I will go in and take the person out for you to take a look. Is that okay?"

"Sorry, no one in the Chen family will be allowed to pass the order without passing. This is the rule of our Wu family." The middle-aged man stood at the entrance of the restaurant with his hands in his arms like a door god.

"It turns out that this enemy Chen Wu is looking for trouble again... It's really boring. I've had nothing to do all day." Han Feng rolled his eyes, shook his head, turned his head and planned to visit Master Lianbao first before coming out to watch the fun.

"Get out!" At this moment, Chen Xiao, behind him, suddenly took out a small red book with a portrait of a girl on it.

"This girl is the one I want to redeem today! If you don't let it go, I will force it to hit you!" The disciple named Chen Xiao quickly couldn't hold back and was about to fight.

The middle-aged man glanced at the portrait and shook his head and said, "It's not enough to have a portrait. It requires a pass order issued by the Wu family. If you really want to break through, you can try it. However, if there are any casualties, it's your own fault."

"This is what you said!" Chen Xiao glanced at the woman in the painting, with determination in his eyes. That was his beloved woman in his life. How could he sit still?

Even if there are swords and fires ahead, he will not hesitate.

"Oh, young people are passionate and frivolous, and they are prone to lose their composure." The middle-aged man shook his head, suddenly waved his right hand, and a strong wind blew, and he forced Chen Xiao back with just his momentum.

"Even if I die here today, I will take my woman back!" Chen Xiao was not injured, but knew that he was no match for the middle-aged man at all, but his momentum did not diminish at all.

Seeing this, Han Feng felt admiration, "The Chen family has also developed a kind of infatuation. I thought back then, too..." Many past events flashed through his mind, but they brought many negative shadows in his heart that could not be removed.

"Well, if Chen Xiao can't hold on later, I'll help him and be a peacemaker." Han Feng thought to himself, his pupils contracted slightly, observing the changes in the battle situation.

There were endless pedestrians on the street. Seeing people fighting here, they couldn't help but gather around to join in the fun. Some of them were squeezing back, hoping to put their heads in.

Chen Xiao seemed to be proficient in body movements, his steps were light and powerful. Although he seemed unfamiliar, he also avoided several palms of the middle-aged man with his crooked figure.

But he was tired of defense and neglected to attack. The entire battle situation was spread to the middle-aged monks. Chen Xiao was completely passively beaten. Even if he could avoid most of the attacks, he would feel better if the few palms that fell on his body were falling.

"Puff." Soon, Chen Xiao got a palm in his body. The middle-aged man showed mercy and accumulated spiritual power and punched Chen Xiao's chest.

"Bang!"

Chen Xiao groaned, and wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood, but he swallowed it back. At this moment, he flew backwards and fell heavily on the stone brick wall in the alley, slowly sliding down against the wall. After a while, he fell off the wall.

Han Feng concentrated his mind. The martial arts of the middle-aged monk was really real. The punches just now fell on Chen Xiao’s important acupoints, which made him feel very painful but would not fall down immediately. Finally, another palm hit the Dantian and smashed the spiritual power cyclone. He immediately added a punch and sent out the spiritual power, causing Chen Xiao to completely collapse and could not bear it. He flew out like a kite with a broken string.

Just looking at these few moves, you can tell that although this middle-aged monk has not reached the Tianling Realm, his martial arts attainments are second to none. I am afraid that he is the right-hand man among the elders of the Wu family. If he had not hidden his name, he would have been a peak figure.

"Boy named Chen, hurry up and go home to heal your wounds. I will show mercy today and refuse to kill you because I don't want to see blood on my Wu family's territory. I won't be so lucky next time."

The middle-aged man shook his sleeves, shook the dust on his body, and walked back to the restaurant with ease. He actually made a pot of tea directly in the main hall, not taking the half-dead Chen Xiao to heart.

Seeing that Chen Xiao fainted on the ground at this moment, even breathing was very weak, Han Feng went forward and patted Chen Xiao on the cheek: "Hey, brother, are you still alive?"

"Um...it hurts so much..."

Chen Xiao reluctantly opened his eyes, grabbed Han Feng and tried to stand up, but he still staggered and fell to the ground.

"I'm really useless. I can't even save my beloved." Chen Xiao sighed in a low voice, but Han Feng heard this in his ears.

"Oh, life has been a lover since ancient times." Han Feng was considered to be half a world-famous person, and he couldn't help but feel sympathy in his heart. He grabbed a few bamboos on the side, and cut them into bare bamboo sticks with a spiritual sword. After tied them with a string, he turned into a pair of crutches.

"Brother Chen, I'll give you this set of crutches. Go back and heal your injuries quickly. I can't cure your injuries here." Han Feng originally wanted to refine the alchemy, but the passers-by who were watching just now had not dispersed. His ability to show off in broad daylight will probably attract many villains with bad intentions.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist, please tell me the name. I, Chen, will thank you later." Chen Xiao was a little moved. Unexpectedly, there was such a hero who valued friendship in the imperial city. He hurriedly stood up with a crutch.

"It's not enough to ask for a simple task, Brother Chen, take care of himself." Han Feng did not want to reveal his name, but chose to leave directly.

"Fellow Taoist! Don't leave! You haven't told me your name yet, oh!"

Chen Xiao accidentally hit the wall in panic and screamed again.

"Well, I will find you to repay your kindness the next day!" he shouted. Although his whole body was messy, he also exuded a gentlemanly temperament.

Han Feng returned to the original place, at the door of this blacksmith shop.

He took a deep breath and walked in.

"May I ask, is Mr. Bu here? I am..." Han Feng just walked in and planned to ask.

"What's not old? Who doesn't grow old? I can't accept my old age! Where did the wild boy come from? He dared to enter this blacksmith shop and get out and get out!" A sudden sword, an angry voice came, with a little aging in his tone, but he was full of energy and seemed very powerful.

At the same time, a sharp axe flew out from the small window in the blacksmith shop and actually headed straight for Han Feng’s forehead!

"I'll go! Senior, don't do anything if you disagree!" Han Feng quickly lowered his head, and the axe rubbed against his scalp, causing him to feel chills, as if he had gone to the underworld for a while.

"Oh my God, I almost went into the gate of hell to see the King of Hell." Han Feng thought to himself, "Didn't Master say that Mr. Bu is my grandfather's brother? Why did he kill me as soon as he came up? Could it be that he didn't recognize me?"

"Master Bu, I'm sorry to bother me, I'm the Han family..."

Before he finished speaking, another shovel with lumps flew out, and flew towards his forehead without bias...
Chapter completed!