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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.

    "Uncle Hao, I want you to help me craft a weapon." Chen Feng replied.

    "Oh? What kind of weapon do you want to craft?" Tang Hao heard this, he was somewhat surprised, a six-year-old child came to him asking him to craft a weapon for him.

    "I want to craft an iron staff that is 1.8 meters long and weighs 108 catties (1 catty=0.6 Kg, 108 catties =64.8Kg)." Chen Feng said.

    His second Martial Spirit is a Black Iron Staff, which can't be easily shown to others, so he would instead use a crafted iron staff as a substitute until he is strong enough to reveal his twin Martial Spirits.

    "108 catties, can you afford it though and even train with it?" Tang Hao asked.

    "Training shouldn't be a problem, but I only have three Silver Coins and five Copper Coins right now. I will definitely pay back the debt as soon as possible if you still decide to craft it." Chen Feng took out the Coins from his pocket.

    The length of the iron staff is big. If you want to reach 108, the density must be large, and the iron needs to be tempered repeatedly. It is definitely not going to be cheap.

    "This forging hammer is exactly 108 catties, if you can pick it up with one hand and smash it three times, I will help craft it for free." Tang Hao said.

    "You must keep your word Uncle Hao!" Chen Feng heard the words, a flash of confidence flashed in his eyes.

    He walked to the forging table and grabbed the forging hammer with his right hand. With his current physical strength, it was not difficult to pick up 108 catties.

    Dangdang-

    Chen Feng wielded the forging hammer, smashing it seven or eight times.

    But he still somewhat overestimated himself. Picking up the 108 catty forging hammer was not difficult, but the force of the counter-shock hitting the forging table shook his arm.

    "Born with innate divine power, are all children so abnormal now?" Tang Hao sighed in his heart.

    Tang San could pick up the forging hammer to forge, and now Chen Feng could also do it, you should know they are only six years old.

    "Uncle Hao, did I pass?" Chen Feng asked.

    "Well, you can come to pick it up in three days." Tang Hao nodded.