However, Chen Chao quickly came to his senses and began to circulate the white mist in his body. After circulating for a week, he exhaled a breath of hot breath and discovered that there were some hidden diseases in his body. After being rolled over by that drink of wine, they all improved.

Quite a bit, this time, my whole body felt warm and comfortable.

The old blacksmith clicked his tongue and said, "Didn't you realize that you have a pretty solid foundation? Are you a well-known martial artist from Daliang?"

Chen Chao just said gratefully: "Thank you, senior, for the medicinal wine."

The old blacksmith waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "It's just a sip of wine, what's the thank you for?"

Chen Chao did not hesitate to pull a bench and sit down on it, and asked with a smile: "The old man is probably a swordsmith who came down from Jianqi Mountain, right?"

The old blacksmith didn't want to answer this question. He just picked up the flask and took another big gulp of wine. Then he stared at Chen Chao and said after a while: "The qi flow in your body is not bad, and your body is better. You spent a lot of time to fight it."

To keep fit?"

Chen Chao smiled and said: "It's not worth mentioning."

The old blacksmith sneered: "You are a different kind of warrior. Why do you like these twists and turns?"

Chen Chao asked: "It's not that the swordsmiths in Jianqi Mountain all make swords but don't practice swords. Why do you think the seniors are so advanced?"

"There are exceptions to everything. If no one practices swordsmanship on that mountain, will they really have to rely on those heartless swordsmen?"

The old blacksmith was talking to himself, but he seemed a little dissatisfied when he mentioned the so-called sword cultivators.

Chen Chao said: "Did the old man admit that he came from Jianqi Mountain?"

"You kid, are you trying to trick me? Are you afraid that I will kill you with one sword?"

The old blacksmith narrowed his eyes, but there was no murderous intention in his eyes.

Chen Chao shook his head and said: "The old man is so kind, how could he do such a thing?"

The old blacksmith snorted coldly, "Slick boy."

Chen Chao was silent for a moment and suddenly said: "Since we meet each other by chance, can the seniors try to do a favor for the juniors?"

The old blacksmith frowned and said, "I only know how to make swords. What can I help you with?"

Chen Chao didn't say much and directly pulled out the broken knife from his waist. It was self-evident what the matter was.

The old blacksmith originally just glanced at Chen Chao's broken knife, but unexpectedly he could no longer look away. He stretched out his hand, and Chen Chao threw the broken knife over generously. After the old blacksmith took it, he brushed his fingers on the broken knife.

Passed it, then flicked it, and a clear chirping sound of cicadas instantly sounded in the shop.

Then the old blacksmith nodded sincerely and praised: "What a great knife."
Chapter completed!