Douluo: Protects Our Spirit Hall Chapter 381

  Chapter 381 The temptation of the blueprint of the soul tool

  Looking at His Royal Highness Son with a smile on his lips.

  Chris was a little puzzled, not knowing where his confidence came from.

   But didn't say any more.

  Maybe His Royal Highness the Son of God really has a solution, but not necessarily.

   After all, the Wuhundian family has a great career, so it is not difficult to come up with something that interests Lou Gao.

   While thinking about it, Chris responded respectfully:

   "Yes, His Royal Highness Son!"

   Immediately, the leader took the lead, leading Ye Qifeng and Nihuang to the innermost stairs on the first floor of the Blacksmiths Association.

  Two guards stood at the stairs.

  Chris walked up to one of the guards and whispered something in his whisper.

  The guard turned and walked up the stairs.

   A moment later, the guard came down from the stairs and said to Chris:

   "Bishop Chris, please wait a moment, the words have been brought, and Grandmaster Silong will come down immediately."

  Chris was noncommittal, turned his head to look at Ye Qifeng, seeing him nodding, a smile appeared on his old face:

   "It's okay, we'll just wait."

   As soon as the voice fell, a strong young man suddenly appeared at the corner of the stairs.

   "Bishop Chris, what brought you here? What is your business in my blacksmith association?"

  The young man came first before he arrived, and asked Chris a few words in a hearty voice.

   "Haha, I have met Grandmaster Silong, and I do have something to discuss with your association. Please, Grandmaster Silong, introduce us to Master Lingshilou Gao."

  The moment he saw the young man, Chris laughed, answered him, and told him why he came. It seemed that he had a very good relationship with the young man.

  The young man quickly walked down the stairs and came to the three of them.

  The young man's name is Silong, and he is a direct disciple of Lou Gao, a master craftsman. His casting skills are second only to that of a master craftsman, and he possesses master-level forging skills.

   Lou Gao has four personal disciples, all of whom are veritable master blacksmiths.

  Silong is one of them.

  These four personal disciples, each of them has a soul power level over seventy, possessing the strength of a soul saint. Because of the height of the building, they voluntarily contribute to the blacksmith association, and even take turns as the guard of the building.

   Today, Silong and Siyu are guarding Lougao.

  Hearing the guard on the first floor report that Bishop Chris from the Wuhun Temple was visiting, Silong came down in person.

   "Oh? You want to see my teacher?"

  Hearing that Chris proposed to meet his teacher, Lou Gao, Silong looked slightly surprised.

   "It's not that I want to see Master Lou Gao, but these two adults."

  Chris shook his head, stretched out his hand to gesture to the side, with a very respectful expression.

   "Two adults?"

Hearing that Chris actually called the two very young handsome men and beautiful women next to him as "adults", Silong was very surprised, and suddenly realized that these two "young men" were very likely to be big figures from the Wuhun Temple .

   "These two are.?"

  Silong asked tentatively.

   "Are we just standing here and talking?"

   Without waiting for Chris to introduce, Ye Qifeng suddenly said something.

   "Oh, sorry, I was negligent."

  Silong immediately reacted when he heard the words, and understood that the other party didn't seem to want to reveal his identity in the public, so he quickly apologized.

   Immediately turned around and pointed to the stairs, beckoning:

   "Three, please follow me upstairs."

  Ye Qifeng nodded slightly, and the three followed Silong upstairs together.

   not long.

   Several people crossed the advanced trading area on the second floor and the blacksmith registration and assessment area on the third floor.

  Go directly to the staircase between the third and fourth floors.

   There is a guard standing guard here.

   It is another personal disciple who is Lou Gao's guard, the master blacksmith, Siyu.

   "Bishop Chris."

  Seeing Chris, Siyu took the lead in saying hello.

   "Master Siyu."

  Chris smiled back.

   "These two are.?"

  Siyu turned her attention to Ye Qifeng and Nihuang, and asked the same question as Silong before.

   "You two, you can reveal your identities, otherwise, you probably won't be able to go up to the fourth and fifth floors."

  At this time, Silong also looked at Ye Qifeng and Nihuang, and then explained the reason:

   "The fourth and fifth floors are the most important areas of our Blacksmiths Association. You need to verify your identity before you can go up."

   Without Ye Qifeng and Nihuang speaking, Chris, who understands the rules of the Blacksmith Association, immediately introduced:

   "Master Silong, Master Siyu, this is His Royal Highness Son of Our Spirit Hall, and this is the Ninth Elder of our Hall of Elders, Lingyuan Douluo."

   "What? The holy son of Wuhundian?! And the elder of Wuhundian?! Title Douluo?!"

  Silong and Siyu's expressions changed at the same time, startled.

   "Grandmasters, can you introduce us to Master Lou Gao?"

   Ignoring the surprise of the two, Ye Qifeng asked in a warm voice.

   "It turns out that His Excellency Shengzi and His Majesty Lingyuan Douluo came to the Blacksmith Association. Please forgive our negligence. Naturally, you two can meet the teacher."

  Silong was the first to recover from the shock, and bowed respectfully to Ye Qifeng and Nihuang.

   But after he finished speaking, he changed the subject and said:

"It's just that the teacher is in the casting room right now. His old man is studying a set of armor. It's a work that the teacher has spent ten years of painstaking research on. At this time, it is in the final stage. I don't know if the teacher has time to distract himself. Meet the two of you."

  Silong was very careful in what he said, lest he offend the two big men in front of him and bring unstoppable trouble to the Blacksmiths Association.

   After all, they are the two people in front of them, the Holy Son of the Wuhun Temple and the Elder Titled Douluo, they cannot be offended by the Blacksmith Association.

   "It's okay, you take me up first, and then give me a notification."

  Ye Qifeng waved his hand indifferently.

"Oh well."

  Silong opened his mouth, finally agreed, and immediately patted Siyu on the shoulder who was still stunned:

   "Siyu, open the door."

   "Oh oh, ok."

  Siyu came to her senses and hurried forward to open the door to the fourth floor.

   "Follow me, please."

  Silong gestured to the three of Ye Qifeng.

  Then took them up to the fourth floor, and soon came to the stairs leading to the fifth floor.

  There is no guard here.

  Only a closed door blocked the passage.

  The door cannot be seen to be made of any material, it should be an alloy made of a combination of various metals.

  Silong walked to the alloy door, raised his hand and tapped lightly on the door rhythmically.

  After the thirty-sixth tap.

  The metal door made a rattling unlocking sound, and then slowly opened to the side, revealing the passage upstairs.

  Subsequently, Ye Qifeng, Nihuang and Chris, led by Silong, climbed to the highest level of the Blacksmiths Association, the fifth floor.

  As soon as they reached the fifth floor, the sound of clanging and knocking came to the ears of several people.

  Silong explained to Ye Qifeng and Nihuang in a low voice:

   "His Royal Highness, Holy Son, Your Majesty Lingyuan Douluo, please don't be offended. The fifth floor is the office area for the high-level members of our blacksmith association, and it is also the private forging area for blacksmiths above the master level."

   "These knocking sounds are the sounds made by those master blacksmiths when forging items."

   There are a total of thirty-six forging rooms on the fifth floor of the Blacksmiths Association, and each forging room has its own number.

  As a master craftsman and the president of the Blacksmith Association, Lou Gao naturally enjoys the largest and best No. 1 forging room.

   "Hahaha, it's finally finished! Ten years of hard work, um, not bad, not bad!~~~"

  When Silong brought the three of them to the innermost No. 1 forging room, a slightly crazy laughter suddenly came from inside.

  Silong stopped in his tracks without changing his expression, as if he had already gotten used to it.

  He stood respectfully by the door, raised his hand and knocked on the metal door.

   "Didn't I tell you a long time ago that no one should bother me."

  Hearing the knock on the door, an irritable voice suddenly sounded in the forging room.

   "Teacher, it's me, Silong."

  Silong hurriedly apologized, and said respectfully:

   "Sorry to bother you. It's just that I have to inform you that a guest is coming."

   "What guest? Not seen!"

  The voice inside is not polite at all.

   "That...is His Excellency the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, and an elder of the Spirit Hall, Your Majesty Lingyuan Douluo."

  Silong said respectfully again.

  The voice came in, and the restless voice disappeared immediately.

not long time.

  Accompanied by a series of rattling noises, the wide iron door slowly slid open.

   "The holy son of the Wuhun Temple, and the titled elder? Where are they?"

  While the iron door opened, a loud sound came out.

   Immediately afterwards, a short and fat old man came out from the door.

  The short and fat old man is about 1.6 meters tall, with protruding ears, small eyes, and short, unkempt hair that has not been washed for an unknown number of days.

  He was wearing an extremely voluminous robe, and there was some metal powder on his chubby face.

   But what is more conspicuous is his waistline, which is almost comparable to his height.

  The whole person looks round, like a ball.

   This ball, er, this person, is the president of the Blacksmiths Association—

   God craftsman building high!

  As soon as the iron gate was opened, Lou Gao's small eyes immediately glanced at his personal disciple Si Long, with a bit of displeasure in his eyes.

  He doesn't like being disturbed when he is studying forging skills, even if he is his own disciple.

  In Lou Gao's view, only forging in this world can catch his eyes and arouse his interest.

  He didn't want to bother with anything else.

  Even if it is the holy son of the Wuhun Temple, the title Douluo Elder of the Wuhun Temple, so what?

  He disappears if he doesn't want to.

  If he hadn't been the president of the Blacksmiths Association, he really didn't want to come out.

   "Teacher, that's them."

  Looking at the teacher's displeased face, Silong smiled resentfully, and quickly moved away, revealing Ye Qifeng and Nihuang who were standing behind.

   "The Holy Son of Wuhundian and Elder Titled Douluo you mentioned are this little doll and girl?"

  Lou Gao tilted his head and looked at Ye Qifeng and Nihuang with a look of surprise on his chubby face.

  Silong Mingming's complexion suddenly changed, and he blinked at Lou Gao, reminding him to pay attention to his words.

  This is the holy son of Wuhundian and the titled Douluo elder, teacher, you can't talk nonsense.

  Hearing that Lou Gao actually called herself a little girl, Nihuang's eyebrows twitched, thinking that my old lady's age is not much different from yours, but you actually called me a little girl?

  While her beautiful eyes moved slightly, she glanced at Ye Qifeng next to her, a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth, and said in her heart, but for the sake of making me look as young as Xiaofeng, I forgive you.

   "President Lou Gao, hello."

  Ye Qifeng didn't care much about Lou Gao saying that he was a baby, and bowed slightly to Lou Gao, and then introduced himself and Nihuang to him:

   "Qifeng in Xiaye comes from Wuhun City. As Grandmaster Silong said, I am the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace."

   "The one next to me is my elder sister, the Ninth Elder of the Elder Hall of the Wuhun Hall. Her name is Nihuang, and her title is Lingyuan."

   "This is my identity token."

   While talking, Ye Qifeng took out a Holy Child Token representing his identity, walked forward, and handed it to Lou Gao.

   Lou Gao took the token while listening.

  He simply glanced at the word "Holy Son" on it, confirmed Ye Qifeng's identity, and didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he commented on the raw materials and manufacturing methods of the Holy Son Token:

   "Oh? It turned out to be made of rare deep-sea sunken silver?"

   "This refinement and forging method. Well, it's not bad, it's considered a masterpiece, and the forging skill is at least above that of a master."

   "This token. Well, it can also be called an exquisite item."

   "I didn't expect that there were such superb forging masters in Wuhundian, which really surprised me."

  After the comment, Lou Gao returned the Holy Child Order to Ye Qifeng, the unhappiness and sullenness in his eyes had disappeared, and the expression on his face became a little more kind.

   "I don't know the Holy Son and the Elder, why are you here at my blacksmith association?"

  Lou Gao looked at Ye Qifeng and Nihuang with small eyes, and asked with a loud voice.

   "Let's not talk about why, President Lou Gao might as well take a look at the blueprint in my hand first, and then we can talk."

  Hearing Lou Gao's question, Ye Qifeng didn't answer immediately, but took out a roll of drawings and handed it to him.

"What's this?"

  Lou Gao was stunned for a moment, then took the drawing in doubt.

  Ye Qifeng smiled and said nothing, and motioned him to open it with his eyes.

  Lou Gao's hands were fat and swollen, but they were extremely dexterous. With the flick of his fingers, he stretched out the drawing that was the size of a ruler.

   Immediately afterwards, his eyes fell on the content depicted on the paper.

  The next moment, Lou Gao's small eyes suddenly widened, his breathing was rapid, his eyes were full of shock, surprise, and disbelief.

   "This, this, this is a soul weapon?"

  Lou Gao's lips trembled, he muttered for a long while, and then he said a word.

  That's right, the blueprint that Ye Qifeng gave him was exactly a soul guide, and it was a detailed deconstruction diagram of an attack-type soul guide—the Soul Guidance Xiujian.

  The Soul Guidance Xiujian is a small attacking soul tool, which is no longer found in the Douluo Continent.

   That is, the Wuhundian family has a great career and a long history, so they only treasured one, and it is still a semi-waste product that can no longer be used.

  If Ye Qifeng hadn't pulled it out from the treasure house of Wuhun Hall, I'm afraid there would never be a chance to see it again.

  Ye Qifeng used the analytical ability of Liangyi Space to analyze and restore the complete production materials and structural dimensions of the Soul Guidance Xiujian.

   Then combined with the materials recorded in the ancient books collected in the Wuhundian Collection Room, this detailed illustration was drawn.

  This detailed diagram of the Soul Guide Xiujian is the key to negotiating with Lou Gao and even subduing him.

  In the Douluo Continent, not only the Soul Guidance Xiujian, but also the production techniques of other Soul Guidance Devices have long been lost.

  Now there is no one in the entire Douluo Continent who can make soul tools, not even Lou Gao, who is a master craftsman, has the ability to make them.

  Ye Qifeng didn't believe that Lou Gao could resist the temptation of the soul tool.

  (end of this chapter)

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