Ten thousand shadows and flying snow in Douluo continent

Chapter 139 God-level Blacksmith
I have to say that the seafood buffet restaurant tastes really good, even Liu Miaomiao, who doesn't like seafood very much, is full of praise.

When they were full and ready to leave the restaurant, the manager of the restaurant gave Wu Yingkong and the other eight members a membership card, saying that the cardholders could enjoy a [-]% discount for eating here, which would be valid forever.

After leaving the restaurant, Wu Yingkong said to Wang Tianya: "Wang Tianya, you can take them for a stroll, don't wait for me for dinner tonight."

"Understood." Wang Tianya nodded and said.

Afterwards, Wu Yingkong and Wu Fengying took the special car called by Wu Fengying to the competition site.

The competition site is located in a large square near the center of Lanhai City.

In order not to affect the players due to the scorching sun in August, the organizer also specially built a huge sunshade on the square of the competition.

The competition lasted for three days, the knockout round on the first day, the promotion round on the second day, and the final on the third day.

There are a total of four venues on site, and each venue has five temporary soundproof enclosures to prevent players from being disturbed by external noise.

Arriving at the competition site, the site was already crowded with people, and because Wu Fengying was the referee of the Mecha Builder competition, all Wu Yingkong naturally came here as the audience.

Since Wu Yingkong is Wu Fengying's son, his position is naturally the best, in the middle of the auditorium with the best view.

At this time, Wu Fengying had also arrived at the referee's seat.

There were three referees in total, and the other two Wu Yingkong didn't know each other, but they knew Wu Fengying and were chatting with Wu Fengying.

Just as Wu Yingkong waited quietly for the start of the competition, suddenly the people in the blacksmith competition field next to him started shouting.

"It's Master Sun! Master Sun is here!"

Wu Yingkong was very puzzled, he didn't know much about these sub-professions, let alone the best of them.

"What? Sun Feng, Master Sun?" said a person next to Wu Yingkong, while trying to look over there.

Wu Yingkong was really curious about who that Master Sun was, so he asked a person beside him, "Brother, who is the Master Sun you are talking about?"

The man looked surprised and said, "You don't know who Master Sun is?"

Wu Yingkong scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and said, "This is just a newcomer who has just learned how to make mechas, and I don't know much about it on weekdays."

The man nodded and said: "So it's a newcomer, that's no wonder, let me tell you, Master Sun's original name is Sun Feng, he is a 98-level Super Douluo powerhouse..."

Hearing this, Wu Yingkong still thought to himself: "Level 98? This is indeed worthy of respect, but it's not like this."

Then the next words made Wu Yingkong completely understand why Sun Feng is so famous.

"More importantly, Master Sun is a master craftsman! Do master craftsmen understand? It is a ninth-level blacksmith! There are only three master craftsmen in the entire Douluo Star! Other ninth-level professionals are not qualified to be called god-level , only a ninth-level blacksmith is qualified to be called a god-level! You must know that the difficulty of becoming a master craftsman is tens or hundreds of times higher than that of a ninth-level craftsman! Super strong!"

This man's words made Wu Yingkong understand that Master Sun Feng was actually a master craftsman, no wonder the crowd erupted as soon as he appeared on the stage, he was like a god in the eyes of all blacksmiths and even other sub-professional masters. !
"By the way, this competition is not at the federal level! Why are people of Master Sun's level here?" The man continued.

When the man said that, Wu Yingkong also felt strange. Generally speaking, it would be pretty good to invite eighth-level saint craftsmen in this kind of competition, but it is really unbelievable that even a master craftsman can be invited.

"Oh! He! I called you." A voice rang in Wu Yingkong's mind, it was Wu Fengying.

"Dad? Can you invite a master craftsman?" Wu Yingkong replied.

"That can't be done? Even a master craftsman has to look at the face of a god-level powerhouse, let alone he is still my old friend." Wu Fengying said.

Wu Yingkong couldn't understand his father more and more. He originally thought that he knew him well enough, but he didn't expect that he even knew a master craftsman.

"By the way, Yingkong, I'll take you to meet him after today's game." Wu Fengying said suddenly.

"See Master Sun? Am I a blacksmith? What's the use of seeing him?" Wu Yingkong asked.

Wu Fengying said: "Don't you have the magic shadow steel? Although you only have the fourth ring, it should still be possible to accommodate a few parts of the battle armor. How about it? Are you going?"

Wu Yingkong was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly agreed: "Go, go, go! Definitely go!"

Owning a one-word combat armor forged by a master craftsman, Wu Yingkong never dared to think about it before. The time of a master craftsman is very precious, how could it be possible to spend time forging a one-word combat armor, but since Wu Fengying is so Having said that, there is naturally a chance, after all Wu Fengying said that Sun Feng is his good friend.

"Old Wu, what's the matter? Who are you talking to?" After Wu Fengying and Wu Yingkong finished talking, another referee next to him asked.

Wu Fengying smiled and said, "I just chatted with my son for a while."

"By the way, I forgot that you still have a son, Old Wu. Old Wu, your son should be ten years old, right? What's your soul power level now?" the referee asked again.

"This..." Wu Fengying said calmly: "He already has four rings. As for the level of soul power, it is level 43."

"Level 43? Ten years old?" The two referees next to him were shocked.

"No, it's not ten years old, it's eleven years old!" Wu Fengying added.

"That's a genius, okay? Old Wu! Your son is also a mecha maker!" the referee on the left asked excitedly.

"That's right! But he hasn't practiced much, so he's probably just a second-level mecha maker." Wu Fengying said.

"That's enough! With his talent, he will become a Limit Douluo in the future! Old Wu! Let your son learn mecha manufacturing from me! Although I am not as strong as you! But at least my mecha manufacturing technology is worse than yours Go! I will definitely treat him like my own son!" The referee on the left continued.

"How can you do this? You might as well follow me, Old Wu, let your son learn from me! My skills are definitely better than his!" said the referee on the right.

"Hey! Why do you think you are better than me? Don't think I don't know that your skills have not improved for three years!" The referee on the left replied angrily.

"Aren't you the same?" said the referee on the right. If Wu Fengying hadn't stood in their way, the two of them might have fought because of it.

"Eh? Why do the two referees seem to be fighting?" Some spectators in the auditorium noticed.

"That's right! Record it quickly! This situation is hard to see!" someone said.

"Don't go too far, you've all been discovered, how about this, I'll let my son decide for himself after the game," Wu Fengying said.

"Hmph!" The two referees turned their heads to each other, like children.

(End of this chapter)