"Greetings, Lord Divine Grade Craftsman."
A loud voice echoed in the guild for a long time.
Once again, the upper echelons of the major forces were frightened by this monstrous aura.
Seeing so many craftsmen kneel down, Feng Wuchen was also shocked.
Feng Wuchen guessed that he could intimidate the Craftsmen Guild, but he didn't expect that the craftsmen of the Craftsmen Guild would kneel down before him.
"President Bai, Elder Yang, I'm really not a Divine Grade Craftsman! Get up quickly. "Feng Wuchen hurriedly said. How could they kneel in front of so many reputable figures?
Bai Hun and the others got up one after another. Bai Hun cupped his fists and said, "The crafting technique that Lord just used is the legendary Craftsman with a Thought. Since ancient times, only experts who have stepped into the Divine Grade Craftsman have the ability to comprehend such a remarkable ability."
"President is right. Our guild has ancient records, but for so many years in the Heaven Realm, we have never seen a Divine Grade Craftsman. Craftsman with a Thought only exists in ancient books. Today, we are fortunate enough to see Lord use it. It's definitely Craftsman with a Thought," Yang Qianxiao added.
Bai Hun and the others were very sure that Feng Wuchen used the legendary Craftsman with a Thought. No matter how Feng Wuchen defended himself, they were sure that it was Craftsman with a Thought.
"Your Excellency, President Bai and Elder Yang are telling the truth," Su Xuan said with a respectful expression on his old face.
Feng Wuchen just smiled faintly and didn't reply.
"With the Craftsmen Guild and the Sky Shadow Pavilion, the Spirit Emperor Divine Palace won't dare to attack me easily. After the Craftsmen Conference, Qiu Qingshan won't dare to do anything to me." Feng Wuchen thought to himself and felt relieved.
With so many powerful craftsmen present, Qiu Qingshan wouldn't have the guts to attack Feng Wuchen.
Seeing so many craftsmen kneeling before Feng Wuchen, including the President of the Craftsmen Guild, the surrounding cultivators looked at Feng Wuchen with reverence.
The identity of a divine-grade craftsman was even more terrifying and intimidating than the identity of a gold-medal assassin of the Sky Shadow Pavilion.
"Lord Feng is victorious and has obtained a spot to enter the Heavenly Tomb." The Deacon Elder hurriedly flashed to the plaza and announced.
There was no need to compare. The aura of the Heaven Grade Immortal Artifact refined by Feng Wuchen was far above Zhou Hai's.
The following refining competition was no longer the focus of everyone's attention. Everyone's attention was on Feng Wuchen.
A divine grade weaponsmith, a legendary existence, who wouldn't want to curry favor with him?
Even Qiu Qingshan wanted to curry favor with Feng Wuchen. If it weren't for the fact that they were on different sides, Qiu Qingshan would have gone up to greet him.
In this year's Blacksmith Conference, Feng Wuchen, Li Yun, Shi Potian, and ten other blacksmiths had obtained the qualifications to enter the Heavenly Tomb.
After the Armament Refining Competition ended, White Soul hurriedly ended the Armament Refining Convention.
Not for anything else, but for Feng Wuchen.
The upper echelons of the various factions understood White Soul's order to chase them away and left tactfully.
"Father, are we leaving just like that?" Chi Yue asked unwillingly.
"Wind Shadow's identity is different now. Do you think the Blacksmith Guild will let us touch Wind Shadow? I've already sent a message to the Spirit Emperor. We can only wait for the Spirit Emperor's instructions. Let's go back first. "Qiu Qingshan shook his head.
The Blacksmith Guild was powerful and had many powerful weaponsmiths. Qiu Qingshan didn't dare to offend them.
No one present dared to touch Feng Wuchen.
"Palace Lord, then should we all withdraw?" The Lieutenant asked with a frown.
"Withdraw." Qiu Qingshan said decisively.
"Hmph! Feng Wuchen! I'll kill you sooner or later! "Chi Yue stomped her feet angrily.
Chi Yue obviously knew how terrifying a divine grade weaponsmith's status was. Otherwise, how could she be willing to leave?
"Lord Feng, please." White Soul personally invited Feng Wuchen to the Guild Hall.
"President White, there's no need to be so courteous. You're my seniors," Feng Wuchen hurriedly said. Feng Wuchen wasn't used to having a bunch of elders worshipping him like a Buddha.
Su Xuan smiled happily. "Lord Feng, you're wrong. As the saying goes, those who are capable should be respected. Lord Feng is a divine grade weaponsmith. In terms of seniority, he's much higher than us."
"…" Feng Wuchen's face darkened. He felt extremely helpless.
Yang Qianxiao and the other powerful weaponsmiths of the Guild followed behind respectfully.
"Elder Qiao, please." The weaponsmiths of the Guild said respectfully with smiles on their faces.
At this moment, Qiao Sanfeng was undoubtedly the proudest and most glorious person. He walked with a gust of wind.
The weaponsmiths of the Guild who used to look down on Qiao Sanfeng were now existences they couldn't reach. They were all worried that Qiao Sanfeng would take revenge on them.
If they didn't curry favor with Qiao Sanfeng now, they might regret it in the future.
Being the disciple of a divine grade weaponsmith was an enviable position. If they curried favor with Qiao Sanfeng, they would definitely benefit in the future.
However, Qiao Sanfeng snorted disdainfully at those weaponsmiths who used to look down on Qiao Sanfeng. He didn't even look at them and directly ignored them. It was extremely awkward.
In the main hall, White Soul said respectfully, "Lord Feng, please take a seat."
"President White, I'm not a member of the Guild. You can have that seat." Feng Wuchen hurriedly waved his hand and sat on a chair at the side.
Seeing that White Soul and the others didn't move, Feng Wuchen hurriedly said, "Sit down, all of you."
"Yes! Lord Feng. "Without Feng Wuchen's permission, White Soul and the others didn't dare to sit down. The degree of respect they showed was self-evident.
Feng Wuchen was secretly depressed, but then he smiled bitterly and said, "President White, I'm really only a heaven-grade weaponsmith, not a divine-grade weaponsmith. You don't have to be so respectful to me. Just call me Wind Shadow. I'm really not used to hearing Lord Feng."
"Lord Feng, please don't joke around. The Construct an Implement with a Thought spell is at the divine level. Lord Feng, you can't fool us." Bai Hun smiled respectfully and glanced at Qiao Sanfeng.
White Soul and the others were envious of Qiao Sanfeng's luck to have a divine-grade weaponsmith as his master.
Every time the deacon elder and Yun Wuying thought about this matter, they felt embarrassed.
"Lord Feng, don't worry. We won't leak this matter," Yang Qianxiao said respectfully.
Leak? Did they need to leak this matter?
Once the Crafting Conference ended, the people who left would have already spread the news.
To be honest, they don't believe it either. With this identity, Xiaoxiao and the others won't have to worry about anything in the future. However, they still need to build a place to stay, Feng Wuchen thought.
Feng Wuchen didn't want to talk about this topic, so he changed the topic and asked, "By the way, President White, what is the Heavenly Tomb? When can we go in? "
"The Heavenly Tomb is an ancient battlefield. It has been sealed and is under the control of our guild. Lord Feng can go in at any time and come out at any time," White Soul said respectfully.
The status of a divine-grade weaponsmith is really terrifying. Feng Wuchen exclaimed inwardly.
The president of the Craftsmen's Guild was actually so respectful in front of Feng Wuchen.
(End of Chapter)
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