Chapter 330: Who Is Worthy for Mo Lao and His Disciples to Forge Weapons Together?

At the same time.

Deep within the Thousand Forging Street, beside an open-air tea stall next to the Qianjun Pavilion.

Two men were sitting.

At this moment, the expressions on both men's faces were clearly displeased.

"Bang!"

One of them, a burly man with a beard, slammed his palm hard onto the table.

"What the hell!"

The man shouted in anger.

"This is damn ridiculous! I'm so frustrated I could die!"

"Enough, Old Zhao."

The man beside him said soothingly:

"Stop cursing. What good does cursing do?"

"This is Starfall Town, Mo Lao's territory. Even if you smash the table to pieces, they won't give you the time of day."

Hearing this, Zhao Meng not only didn't calm down but grew even angrier.

"How can I not curse?!"

He said indignantly:

"In a few days, it will be the day our squad clears that level-80 Team Fuben."

"Look, you're holding one, and everyone else in our squad is holding forged weapons."

"Only the weapon in my hand is still a damn drop from a Team Fuben!"

"Damn it!"

Zhao Meng grew angrier the more he spoke.

"For this forged weapon."

"I've emptied my entire savings, gathering materials for several months, yet I still haven't even seen Mo Lao's face!"

"How can that not make me angry?"

As Zhao Meng spoke, his eyes nearly turned red.

"Old Li, you know we aren't unreasonable people. We know Mo Lao's status and that we aren't worthy of him crafting for us; that's fine."

"But damn it!"

"Even his five disciples wouldn't even show their faces!"

"They said they have some huge order to accept and have no time for us!"

Zhao Meng trembled with rage.

"A huge order?"

"How huge could it be?"

"Do I lack money or what? I offered double the price, and they still said they had no time."

"I think that group just looks down on our guild. It's intentional; they're deliberately out to get us!"

Seeing Zhao Meng jumping with rage.

Li Qiang could only helplessly smile bitterly.

"Old Zhao."

"Craftsmen have their temperaments too."

"Besides, if they say they have a big order, they surely do."

"Looking down on our guild? Is that necessary? Our guild hasn't provoked them; who would turn down money?"

After hearing his companion's words, Zhao Meng let out a cold snort.

"Hmph!"

"Anyway, I'm just furious. When have I ever taken such nonsense? It's damn frustrating!"

Just as Li Qiang was about to continue persuading him.

Suddenly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a large crowd heading toward the Qianjun Pavilion where Mo Lao was located.

Li Qiang turned his head to look.

He instantly froze.

"Old Zhao..."

Li Qiang frowned and nudged Zhao Meng with his arm.

"Look over there."

"What is it?"

Zhao Meng, already annoyed, glanced in the direction Li Qiang pointed with a bad temper.

The next moment.

His eyes widened sharply.

He immediately recognized that the one walking at the very front was none other than Mo Qianjun, Mo Lao, the elusive figure seen only by his head and tail!

And surrounding him were exactly the five disciples of Mo Lao who had rejected them!

They were surrounding three figures, chatting and laughing as they entered the Qianjun Pavilion.

"Holy crap?!"

Zhao Meng stood up directly from his chair.

"Is that Elder Mo?"

"I'm not seeing things, am I?"

"And beside him — those are his five disciples, right?"

Zhao Meng turned his head and looked at his companion Li Qiang.

Li Qiang paused, then nodded and said:

"It's them."

Zhao Meng frowned, staring fixedly in the direction of Team Fuben.

"Who are those three people surrounded in the middle?"

"Who could make Elder Mo and his five disciples all revolve around them?"

Li Qiang shook his head.

"Couldn't see clearly."

"It's a bit far, and Elder Mo and the others have them circled too tightly."

Zhao Meng clenched his teeth.

"Who cares who it is!"

"Even if it's Elder Mo's client, what does that have to do with his five disciples?"

"Could it be that Elder Mo and those five disciples have to team up just to forge a weapon for him?"

The more Zhao Meng spoke, the angrier he got.

"I say he's just deliberately toying with us, damn it!"

"Still talking about some big order — what big order, my ass!"

"Just finding an excuse to send us away!"

Li Qiang frowned.

"Old Zhao…"

Before he could finish.

Zhao Meng had already started walking toward Team Fuben.

That posture

He was clearly going to demand an explanation.

Li Qiang saw this, startled, and hurriedly rose to try to stop him.

"Old Zhao!"

However.

Zhao Meng was a broad-backed, burly man with tremendous strength.

Once that violent temper flared up, there was no holding him back.

Just a wave of his hand.

Li Qiang's hand was flung aside.

He stood on the spot, watching Zhao Meng's mighty back, and instantly felt a headache coming on.

Damn it.

Here we go again.

That brute!

Li Qiang cursed inwardly.

His companion, in actual combat, was beyond reproach — absolutely a reliable teammate.

But the trouble was that violent temper of his, even more explosive than a damn powder keg!

Lit at the slightest spark.

Once it blew up, only one word remained in his head: 'fight.'

Li Qiang could no longer remember how much trouble this guy had caused.

Last month, at the Team Fuben entrance, he got into a shouting match with the vice president of another guild and nearly came to blows.

The month before that, at the auction house, because someone bid up the price on a piece of equipment, he charged straight to the door of their private room and kicked it in.

……

Li Qiang sighed and quickly hurried after him.

"Old Zhao!"

"Calm down!"

"This is Team Fuben! It's Elder Mo's turf!"

But Zhao Meng couldn't hear a word of it.

"Calm down?"

"How the hell am I supposed to calm down?"

Zhao Meng didn't look back, striding forward.

"Just wait, Old Li."

"Today I'm going to see for myself."

"What kind of earth-shattering order could make all five of Elder Mo's chief disciples mobilize!"

As he spoke.

Zhao Meng had already arrived outside the main gate of Team Fuben.

That heavy bluestone door was tightly shut.

Two guards stood before the gate.

They wore matching dark gray uniforms, each bearing a silver hammer emblem on the chest.

That was the emblem of the Dragon Nation Forging Association.

"Open the gate!"

Zhao Meng stood before the gate, speaking in a cold voice.

One of the guards, expressionless, extended a hand.

"This is the Thousand-Weight Pavilion."

"It is closed today; no one is permitted to enter!"

"I know."

Zhao Meng cut the guard off, his voice rising:

"I just want to ask one thing."

"Who exactly are those three inside?"

"Why is their order an order, but mine isn't?"

Zhao Meng grew more agitated as he spoke.

"I'm not short on money! I've prepared all the materials too! Why can't I even get a meeting?"

"I can't get a meeting with Old Mo, I accept that, but I can't even get a meeting with his disciples? Is this how you bully people?"

The guard looked at Zhao Meng, expressionless.

"Mr."

"The Thousand-Weight Pavilion is accepting today..."

"Accepting what?"

Zhao Meng stepped forward, pressing closer.

"Speak!"

"Who could it be? In this Dragon Nation, who the hell has the qualification to make Old Mo and his five disciples forge weapons together for him?"

"I don't even insist on Old Mo himself; I just want his disciples to do it!"

At that moment.

Li Qiang also rushed to his side, grabbed his arm, and lowered his voice:

"Enough, Old Zhao, don't embarrass yourself..."

"Let's go quickly."

Saying this,

he apologized to the guards before the gate.

"Sorry, my brother here has been drinking; we'll leave right away..."

"Leave?"

"Old Li, let go of me! If I don't get an explanation today, I'll die right here at the entrance of the Thousand-Weight Pavilion..."

Zhao Meng shouted, but before he could finish.

Creak.

The blue stone gate was opened from within.

Two figures walked out, looking down at Zhao Meng and Li Qiang.

Looking at the two of them.

Zhao Meng and Li Qiang froze on the spot.

They naturally recognized Old Mo and his group, and they also recognized the old man standing beside Old Mo!

It was none other than Feng Cangqiong, one of the Five Elders standing at the peak of the Dragon Nation!

"What's going on here?"

Feng Cangqiong spoke lightly, casting a glance at the two.

A pressure from a superior being swept over them.

Zhao Meng and Li Qiang simultaneously felt this suffocating oppression.

Li Qiang reacted first.

He suddenly clasped his fists and bowed deeply.

"Mr. Feng, we apologize for the disturbance; my brother has had too much to drink. We'll leave right away."

Saying this,

he grabbed Zhao Meng's arm and pulled with all his might.

"Let's go, you damn fool!"

However.

Zhao Meng remained utterly motionless.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to speak:

"Mr. Feng, I just want to forge a weapon, but Old Mo and his five disciples have shut their doors to everyone."

"You surely don't lack fine weapons."

"I just want to know: who exactly has the qualification to make Old Mo and his five disciples join forces to forge weapons for him?"

After Zhao Meng finished speaking.

Li Qiang's vision went black.

It's over, it's over.

Truly bold.

If you were questioning Old Man Mo, that would be one thing, but with Old Man Feng, one of the Five Elders, right here, you dare question him like this?

You won't be leaving Starfall Town tonight, will you...