The next day, the sun shone brightly and the temperature rose. The warm sunshine drove away the humidity of recent days.

There are still three days until the wind evil comes.

Chen Fan did not go out today, but chose to continue forging weapons.

In addition to helping others forge weapons, Chen Fan also plans to make a mithril spearhead for himself.

Mithril, this material is very rare, very valuable, and very resistant to ghosts.

Yesterday's incident made Chen Fan realize that he lacked the means to restrain ghosts.

You can only kill small ghosts with blood and spiritual power alone.

Dang! Dang!

Chen Fan picked up the forging hammer.

Beat the red-hot silver block into the shape of a spearhead.

Then the water was poured, and a silver spearhead was formed.

At this time, it is time to use golden fingers.

Chen Fan first prayed to the goddess of luck.

Then he pointed his finger at the silver spearhead and said silently in his heart:

"Mutation!"

All I saw was a flash of white light.

The silver spearhead quickly changed and turned into a mithril spearhead with a pattern.

"It's successful. It's a mutation with an increase of 80%. I'm very lucky today."

Chen Fan was a little surprised.

But he reacted immediately, and with a smile on his face, he installed the mithril spearhead on a prepared gun barrel.

Since then.

A mithril spear is forged.

Carry the mithril spear on your back.

Chen Fan walked out of the house.

The sunshine outside was a bit dazzling, making Chen Fan squint a little.

But it's not much of a hindrance.

There weren't many people on the street.

Most of the villagers went to the edge of the village to maintain defense facilities.

Chen Fan estimated that the person he was looking for was also there, so he also strode to the edge of the village.

After arriving at the edge of the village.

Many people greeted Chen Fan, and Chen Fan responded one by one.

Looked around.

Chen Fan quickly locked his target and walked over.

"Why, you are still in the mood to come to my place. If Uncle Tie hadn't passed away, I was afraid that you would be sad, so I didn't target you in the past few days. I am very kind."

A fat young man of sixteen or seventeen years old squinted his eyes and stared at Chen Fan dangerously as he came over, and said sarcastically.

This man's name is Chen Xiong, and he is also from the village.

For some reasons, he is very hostile to Chen Fan and often recruits others to target Chen Fan.

The villagers also pretended not to notice this incident.

Because Chen Xiong is the son of village chief Chen Tong.

Moreover, Chen Xiong was very restrained and only attacked Chen Fan verbally, never physically.

Over time, everyone got used to it.

The two were seen tit for tat.

Everyone would occasionally drink tea and talk about it.

"Chen Xiong, haven't you always wanted to learn blacksmithing? Now I can give you a chance, do you dare to take it?"

Chen Fan looked calm and was not angry at Chen Xiong's words.

Instead, he spoke calmly.

Hearing this, Chen Xiong glanced at Chen Fan suspiciously.

I thought about what Chen Fan said for a while, and after making sure I heard correctly, I asked cautiously:

"real?"

In fact, Chen Xiong understood in his heart.

It was not good to target Chen Fan like this, but he couldn't be more angry.

When he and Chen Fan competed to be Uncle Tie's disciple, why did he lose out?

Now, Chen Fan actually said that he wanted to teach him the blacksmithing technique. Chen Xiong was a little suspicious of the other party's intentions.

You know, the forging business in the village is only enough for one person.

This is also the reason why Uncle Tie only recruits one apprentice.

"Yes, why not? Tell me, what do you want?"

Chen Xiong snorted coldly and replied.

But I was thinking:

As long as the other party's demands are not excessive, they will definitely agree.

In this way, he can obtain the blacksmithing skill he dreams of.

However, Chen Xiong always felt that the other party's request would be too much.

Seeing this, Chen Fan did not beat around the bush and said directly:

"Then let's have a fight. If I win, take me to the county seat in the afternoon. If I lose, I will teach you the blacksmithing technique!"

"Okay, keep your word!"

Chen Xiong was ecstatic.

He didn't expect that the other party's requirements were so low.

Chen Xiong decided to let the other party see his strength.

Although I don't have the qualifications to become an immortal.

But he is the son of the village chief after all.

Poor in literature and rich in martial arts, he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and has achieved a certain level of strength.

"Then let's begin. No weapons are allowed. Whoever falls to the ground first loses."

Chen Fan just finished speaking.

Chen Xiong rushed over.

Seeing the two fighting, everyone around them stopped what they were doing and came over to watch.

"Huh? Why did the two of them fight?"

"I heard that Chen Fan initiated it and made a bet."

"Young people have such a good attitude."

The conversation among the villagers did not affect the state of the two of them.

I saw Chen Xiong rushing in front of Chen Fan.

The fist in his hand punched Chen Fan in the chest with great force.

Chen Fan did not dodge or evade, and his shots were slow.

But he caught the opponent's fist with his right hand in time.

Fists and palms met, and no one retreated.

Chen Xiong was shocked and couldn't believe it.

The opponent was three years younger than him, but he was able to catch his full-strength punch without any effort.

The people around were in an uproar and a little shocked. This scene exceeded their expectations.

"Your strength is too light, can you focus more on it?"

Chen Fan looked calm, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his words.
To be continued...