"We're finally here."
Hearing Qiao Sanfeng's words, Feng Wuchen breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
"Let's go in," Qiao Sanfeng said excitedly.
Qiao Sanfeng's high-spirited appearance and the way he walked made it seem as if he could already imagine the scene of Feng Wuchen shocking the crowd.
"So this is the Artificer Guild? It's so grand. " Feng Wuchen exclaimed as he looked at the grand Artificer Guild Palace. It was even grander than the Sky Shadow Pavilion.
"In the entire Spirit Realm, the Artificer Guild is the strongest after the Spirit Emperor Divine Hall," Qiao Sanfeng said happily.
The first thing they saw when they entered the Artificer Guild was a large crowd.
"There are a total of 213 artificers participating in the Artificer Conference," Qiao Sanfeng said with a smile as he led Feng Wuchen in.
"Wait!"
Qiao Sanfeng led Feng Wuchen through the Artificer Guild's gate and was about to walk to the plaza when they were stopped by a guard.
"Qiao Sanfeng, the conference has already begun. According to the rules, no one is allowed to enter," the guard said coldly, mercilessly blocking Qiao Sanfeng and Feng Wuchen.
"Even this old man can't go in?" Qiao Sanfeng glared at the guard angrily.
"Of course you can, but not him. He's not a member of the Artificer Guild." The guard pointed at Feng Wuchen.
"He's here to participate in the Alchemist Conference. Get out of the way!" Qiao Sanfeng shouted.
"Participate in the Alchemist Conference?" The guard said coldly. "The conference was announced a month in advance, yet you're late. You clearly don't care about the Artificer Guild, so you can't go in."
"You!" Qiao Sanfeng was furious. He wanted nothing more than to rush up and slap the guard.
The Alchemist Conference had indeed begun, but it was only announced by the Artificer Guild's president.
"What's going on? Qiao Sanfeng is an artificer of the Artificer Guild. Why aren't these guards taking him seriously? "Feng Wuchen frowned.
Forgers had a very high status and were greatly respected by xiuzhe.
But the guard in front of him clearly didn't put Qiao Sanfeng in his eyes.
"Qiao Sanfeng, we're just following the rules. If you're late, just forfeit," one of the guards said helplessly.
"Oh, isn't that Elder Qiao? Why are you stopped outside? "
"Tsk, tsk. He even brought his own disciple to participate in the Armorer Conference. It's a pity that he came late."
"It's been three years, yet you haven't improved in the slightest. You've completely disgraced the Guild."
Many people began to jeer. Even though they knew Qiao Sanfeng's identity, they were not afraid at all.
Hearing these people's words, Qiao Sanfeng's old face was extremely gloomy. He was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.
Feng Wuchen's face was also ugly. He didn't expect that he would encounter so many difficulties when he came to participate in the Weaponsmith Convention.
"Master, let's go in. Ignore them," Qiao Sanfeng said with a gloomy face. He was determined to force his way in.
"Qiao San Feng! Don't be too presumptuous, this isn't your chamber of commerce! You have to understand that this is the Craftsmen's Guild! "A guard shouted angrily at Qiao Sanfeng.
"Do you know the consequences of causing trouble? Can you afford it? "Another guard scolded angrily.
"Scram!" Qiao Sanfeng shouted angrily. If he couldn't even get through the door, he would rather leave the Guild.
As the Third Elder of the chamber of commerce, Qiao Sanfeng's status was extraordinary. He didn't need to suffer in the Guild, but for the sake of refining, he could only swallow his anger.
Qiao Sanfeng could endure, but Feng Wuchen couldn't!
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom!
The moment Qiao Sanfeng's angry shout fell, Feng Wuchen had already made his move. His speed was astonishing, and in the blink of an eye, the two guards spat out blood.
"President! Elder! Qiao Sanfeng has brought people in! "
"President, someone is behaving atrociously in the Guild!"
Loud shouts sounded in the square, and everyone's eyes turned to the entrance.
"Who is so bold? How dare they behave so atrociously in the Alchemy Convention? "
"Qiao Sanfeng? Isn't that the Third Elder of the chamber of commerce? I heard that he hasn't improved in three years. He's a disgrace to the Craftsmen's Guild. "
"What Third Elder of the chamber of commerce? He's nothing in the Craftsmen's Guild."
The experts of the various factions began to whisper among themselves.
"What's the commotion?" The President frowned and looked at the entrance.
"Elder Qiao? It seems that Feng Wuchen is here. "Yun Wuying had already guessed.
"Old Man, go take a look." The Managing Elder frowned and headed for the entrance, followed by Yun Wuying.
The deacon elder and Yun Wuying rushed over and saw Feng Wuchen viciously teaching the two guards a lesson. At that moment, they were already severely injured by Feng Wuchen.
"Managing Elder, that's the kid!" The person near the entrance pointed at Feng Wuchen.
"Stop!" The Deacon Elder suddenly berated, his old face somewhat gloomy.
Someone dared to attack the Guild's guards in the Alchemy Convention, and even severely injure them. Clearly, he didn't give the Guild any face.
"Is he the Sky Shadow Pavilion's gold-ranked assassin, Windshadow? This kid has guts, but he even dared to destroy the Spirit Emperor's Sky Spirit Stone mine. What else does he not dare to do? "Yun Wuying sized up Feng Wuchen.
"Managing Elder, Young Master." Qiao Sanfeng hurriedly cupped his fists and bowed.
"Qiao Sanfeng, how dare you! Do you know where you are? "The Managing Elder shouted angrily, clearly dissatisfied with Qiao Sanfeng's actions.
"The Craftsmen's Guild," Feng Wuchen said indifferently as he glanced at the Managing Elder and Yun Wuying.
"Since you know it's the Craftsmen's Guild, how dare you injure them? You don't respect the Guild at all!" The Managing Elder shouted, glaring at Feng Wuchen.
"Answer some of my questions first." Feng Wuchen looked at the Managing Elder coldly.
"Elder Qiao, are you a Craftsmen of the Guild?" Feng Wuchen asked.
"So what if I am?" The Managing Elder shouted.
"You're the Managing Elder, right? Just in time! " Feng Wuchen nodded and then asked, "The two of them aren't blacksmiths. They're just guild guards. I'm very curious. Since when are guild guards higher than blacksmiths? How dare you insult and talk back to Craftsmen? The Craftsmen's Guild is famous in the Heavenly Realm. You answer me. "
"…" The Managing Elder was speechless.
"So, Young Master, you have to answer me?" Feng Wuchen looked at Yun Wuying again.
Yun Wuying frowned slightly, obviously guessing why Feng Wuchen attacked.
"Everyone in the Craftsmen's Guild can answer me. Are Craftsmen lower than Guild guards?" Feng Wuchen's voice suddenly became louder and louder, echoing throughout the square.
For a moment, the entire Guild was dead silent.
Feng Wuchen's voice immediately alarmed the Guild Master and Elders. Even the big shots could not sit still anymore and rushed to the door.
Qiao Sanfeng stared blankly at Feng Wuchen. Although he was very satisfied, wasn't this a little too arrogant?
"The Guild Master and Elders are here!" Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, breaking the silence.
(End of Chapter)
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