Chapter 763

After all, the Xia family is a family that casts knives. Scalds happen from time to time. The Xia family also has a secret recipe for treating scalds before, but the effect is not very good.

So Xia Xin went to Yunchang Zhangjia to learn a lot. After she came back, she improved the secret recipe for scald and achieved very good results. Everyone changed Xia Xin, but her aunt still looked down on her.

"What you like is your own freedom. You don't have to look at other people's faces. Besides, you don't have to be so afraid of her." Shen Feng said to Xia Xin.

"But she is an elder." Xia Xin frowned slightly.

"What's the age? What's the matter with the elders? Does she look like an elder? Don't let me meet her again next time. " Shen Feng said in a deep voice.

"Thank you." Xia Xin whispered.

"It's all right. Have a good rest first." Shen Feng said and went straight out of the room.

Xia Xin saw Shen Feng leave and showed a shy smile on her face

Time flies, and soon it's evening.

With the advent of night, Mingdao villa, which has been busy all day, has recovered its tranquility. Almost all the busy people outside have returned to their rooms to rest in order to cope with the busy tomorrow.

At this time, Shen Feng was sitting on his knees in the middle of the room, silently practicing the martial arts. His heart was like water, and he was not disturbed by everything outside.

He tried to call Yan Xueyu, but Yan Xueyu didn't respond.

Shen Feng slowly opened his eyes, stretched out a waist and looked at the dark outside. From this time, uncle Xian should have rested, so he got up and walked towards uncle Xian's room

Uncle Xian's room is closer to the edge, and there are dim lights in the room.

"Dangdang..." Shen Feng knocked on Uncle Xian's room door gently.

"Come in." Uncle Xian said softly.

The houses in Mingdao village are all old-fashioned buildings, and the doors of the rooms are all wooden, which has an antique flavor.

At this time, uncle Xian was sitting in the room drinking and eating dishes alone. When he saw Shen Feng coming in, he immediately greeted him with a smile and said, "little brother, you must not have eaten either. Come quickly and let's have a drink."

Facing uncle Xian's warm reception, Shen Feng didn't shirk it and sat directly opposite uncle Xian.

Uncle Xian enthusiastically poured a cup of wine for Shen Feng, "how about trying my wine."

Shen Feng took the wine cup, and a clear smell of wine came to his nostrils. After drinking a mouthful, he felt a faint smell all the way into his stomach. Although this wine is not as powerful as poisonous dragon wine, it is also carefully brewed and can't be bought on the market.

"The wine is good." Shen Feng said.

"It seems that my little brother drinks well." Uncle Xian smiled and continued, "little brother, now you can show me your knife."

"Brush!"

The black light on the Tianmo ring in Shen Feng's hand flashed, and the Baizhan Dao suddenly appeared in his hand. At this time, the Baizhan Dao had lost its edge in the past. A big gap was broken on the blade, and a gap was opened at the gap, which was almost extended to the back of the blade.

Uncle Xian looked at Shen Feng's technique of taking out a hundred war knife, and his eyes showed a trace of surprise. He didn't expect that Shen Feng had reached the realm of internal Qi into martial arts at a young age.

But when Baizhan Dao appeared, his eyes were immediately attracted. He was a master of casting Dao. Looking at the whole of China, there were few people who knew how to cast Dao better than him. He saw the extraordinary of Baizhan Dao at a glance.

"What a good knife!" Uncle Xian couldn't help exclaiming, and then continued, "can you lend me a look?"

It's impolite to use other people's weapons without permission. Even if the Baizhan sword has been damaged, you still need to obtain the owner's consent. Uncle Xian has a much deeper understanding of this than others.

"You're welcome, of course." Shen Feng smiled and handed the Baizhan knife to Uncle Xian.

After receiving the Baizhan Dao, he looked carefully for a long time before he said to Shen Feng, "the original owner of this Dao should not be you."

"To be honest, it was originally a sharp blade placed in the dragon group weapon warehouse." Shen Feng didn't hide anything.

Faced with such a casting master level figure, he couldn't hide anything at all, but he still asked curiously, "how did you see it?"

"Because this Dao is also from our Mingdao village. From the perspective of forging technology, it should be the masterpiece of our ancestors. Long ago, our Mingdao village presented a batch of war knives to it every ten years. It should be one of them." Uncle Xian stared at Baizhan Dao.

Shen Feng nodded thoughtfully after listening to Uncle Xian's explanation.

"But it should be a great war to damage such a good blade to this extent."

Shen Feng clenched his teeth. Apart from some old Chinese guys, the old man's strength is indeed the strongest enemy he has ever met!

And he'll pay it back sooner or later!

"Is this knife easy to recast?" Shen Feng asked, which is also his most concerned problem at present.

"Yes, yes, but it's even more difficult to find the suitable ore..." Uncle Xian frowned.

Although Baizhan Dao is not the top blade, it is also the best. Moreover, the cracked part of the blade is very large and needs better ore to fill it.

"You said, I will find it for you." Shen Feng said in a deep voice.

"If you want to recast this knife, you must use the sacrificial furnace. The day after tomorrow is the day of sacrificial furnace. How can you find the right ore so soon." Uncle Xian frowned.

"What about that?" Shen Feng clenched his teeth and said.

"Then you can change a new one. Look carefully. There may be something better than this in the weapon warehouse of the dragon group." Uncle Xian put the Baizhan knife on the table and said.

Shen Feng stubbornly shook his head, stared at Baizhan Dao and said, "I don't want any knife except it."

Just as he was staring at Baizhan Dao, he suddenly remembered that old Meng had given himself a stone that he didn't know what it was. Now he vaguely felt that it might be useful.

So he put his hand into his arms, and the light on the heavenly demon ring flashed, and the very insignificant 'stone' appeared in his hand.

This stone is not big, and there is still a faint "Qi" on the surface, which was given by old Meng some time ago.

"Look, is this useful?" Shen Feng took it out and gently put it on the table.

When the stone was taken out, uncle Xian's eyes were straight. He stared at the stone and said, "this, this seems to be..."

"Do you know?" Shen Feng looked at Uncle Xian with puzzled eyes.

"Little brother, wait for me here. I'll come right away..."

With that, he flew out of the room and couldn't even drink