Douluo's body Douluo

After bidding farewell to Liu Yue, Meng Ye went to the Blacksmiths Association in Gengxin City.

As an official organization of blacksmiths, it can be regarded as the same existence as Wuhun Temple. All blacksmiths will register with the Blacksmiths Association if they want to be rated.

Correspondingly, the higher the skills you have in the Blacksmith Guild, the higher the status and benefits you will get.

Unfortunately, the blacksmith itself is not a noble profession, and can even be said to have a low status, so even the blacksmiths' association can only play a small part in its duties.

The only landmark building in Gengxin City is the headquarters of the Blacksmiths Association. Of course, most of the ironware-related shops in Gengxin City are opened by disciples of the Blacksmiths Association.

Now is a special period, and the entrance of the Blacksmith Association is somewhat overcrowded. Meng Ye has a headache looking at the crowd.

"Young Master, do you want me?" Dugu Bo asked in a low voice. He was not in the habit of queuing, and he had never queued up before going to the Spirit Hall.

"Let's go, no need to make too much noise." Meng Ye waved his hand, motioning for Dugu Bo to follow, and walked directly past the crowd.

Although there were many people around, they were not aware of Meng Ye's figure due to an invisible force field, and were even excluded from a certain area.

"Why are you squeezing me!?"

"Who squeezed you? Do you want to jump in line? I already dislike you!"

"Fuck!"

The people in the queue were almost numb, and there were always some opportunistic tricks. Due to the large number of people, it was difficult to get into trouble. As a result, Meng Ye squeezed in all the way, which gave them a point of conflict.

Meng Ye walked forward with Dugu Bo. The latter looked confused but did not speak.

Walking from the passage to the upper level of the association, the surrounding spiritual power dissipated, and Dugu Bo asked: "Young Master, what was that just now?"

"It just affects their perception. When I release enough mental power, the people around me will be more affected. Please refer to the pressure when releasing the martial spirit." Meng Ye explained casually, and then continued Go upstairs.

Dugu Bo knew little about mental power, but he knew very well about coercion. If it were the pressure released by a titled Douluo, an ordinary Soul Lord would be knocked unconscious if he got too close.

The pressure of mental power is more complex and can directly distort the surrounding perception. If it is strong enough, it can even achieve the same suppression effect as the domain.

"Huh?" The two of them walked to the third floor. Two guards stood at the door with puzzled faces. The second floor was already a big place. It would be impossible to get up to the third floor without someone introducing them.

"Please inform me that Meng Ye, a disciple of Wuhun Palace, is here to visit the master craftsman Lou Gao."

The elder's order was shown instead of Lei Zhengyang's order. This building leader had a weird temper. If a hall master came, he might not meet him in person.

"Huh!?" The two looked at each other, one of them nodded, then turned and walked behind the door on the third floor.

If ordinary people come here, they will basically persuade them to leave directly, but the elders of Wuhun Palace...can't stop them, even if Lou Gao refuses to see them.

The master of the Wuhun Main Hall can only be regarded as having a certain status. He is not comparable to the Cardinal of Wuhun City. He is just a fat man and a local emperor.

But when you reach the elder level, you are under one person. In addition to the Pope's order, even the masters of the two major temples have to give in when they see the elder's order!

Ultimately, the Elder Order represents not only the authority of Wuhun Palace, but also the status symbol of Titled Douluo!

Facing Titled Douluo, few people on this continent could deal with it calmly.

"Squeak~"

The door was opened not long after, and an old man with a gray beard walked out. His plump figure looked more like a ball.

But Meng Ye could clearly feel the thick blood in his body, which was not fat.

"Are you the elder of Wuhun Hall?" Lou Gao narrowed his eyes and looked at Meng Ye, obviously not believing it, and then looked at the disciples beside him.

He seemed to be scolding the two of them for not being able to see each other. Is this the elder of Wuhun Palace?Is there such a young titled Douluo?

"Let's call it that." Meng Ye withdrew the elder's order, and Dugu Bo beside him understood and released a wave of coercion, drowning several people like a flood.

"Gulu~" The two disciples beside Lou Gao rolled their Adam's apples with difficulty.

Although Lou Gao was still calm, he could still see that Tong Kong shrank slightly, sighed, and said, "Please come with me."

Meng Ye didn't want to use this method, but he hated wasting time even more. He didn't like talking nonsense if it wasn't necessary.

Before this, the situations he encountered were basically in situations where the situation was stronger than the person, so he had to do that. Naturally, there is no need for that now.

Walking into the high-rise forging room, the smell of evaporated metal iron filings and a mixture of water and oil filled the nose. It was not very comfortable to stay in this place for a long time.

"You two come to me, old man, and tell me what you have to say. I will do my best to do what I can." Lou Gao was extremely cheerful and did not mean to delay at all.

Meng Ye wanted this kind of refreshment, and he felt it was a waste of time even if he was procrastinating.

hum!

He took out three A4-sized drawings from the storage soul guide, handed them to Lou Gao, and said directly: "I need to see what you are capable of. Please make this thing. I still have a lot of these things here. Whether you can get it or not depends on your ability."

"Huh? This is..."

Lou Gao squinted his eyes and glanced at the drawings. He thought it was some strange and clever trick. As a master craftsman who has reached the pinnacle in terms of skills and experience in this world, he is not only able to use a hammer to make iron, but also has the ability to break through the technology of this era. and material limitations.

Relying on the existing materials and technology, he was able to create soft armor that was hailed as an artifact in this era.

Claimed to be able to withstand Soul Emperor-level attacks!

Using ordinary materials to create a protective gear that is light in weight but can withstand Soul Emperor-level attacks. In Meng Ye's opinion, although that kind of thing is not worth mentioning, Lou Gao's craftsmanship is worthy of being called a ghost!

"Interesting." Lou Gao didn't see what this thing was at first glance, but his interest was aroused. He quickly checked the data on the forging table, then repeated it, and kept looking for suitable metals from around.

"It is best to use rare metals with higher strength for the core. The surrounding auxiliary parts need to be able to dissipate heat quickly and cannot be replaced at will." Meng Ye reminded Lou Gao when he saw that there was a lot of metal in his hands and hesitated for a long time without taking action.

"Huh? This thing is a soul guide that can emit soul power, right?" Lou Gao turned to look at Meng Ye, and asked with a bit of fanaticism in his eyes: "Do you have more advanced blueprints in your hand!?"

He had reorganized and deduced every part on the drawing in his mind, but he still couldn't figure out what it was used for. Meng Ye's words directly woke him up.

"Your Excellency, just do it. If you can't make this thing, there is no need to consider other things." Meng Ye frowned a little, but still had a preliminary affirmation of Lou Gao's ability.

Just being able to analyze it is one thing. If you can't do it, everything is in vain.

"Hmph! Okay, I'll show it to you!"

Lou Gao originally wanted to see better drawings before making it, but after looking at Dugu Bo standing aside, he rationally chose to follow his heart.

No matter how lofty the ideal is, it must be alive. Facing a titled Douluo, he suddenly "died" here, and the Blacksmith Association has nothing to do with the two of them.