172 Shaohua City, Refining Guild!
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"So today, do you want me to meet your stepfather with you?"
"Hmm." Jing Zhihuai responded.
The two walked down the street, and the rate of turning heads was quite high.
Wen Fengxu was interested, and raised his hand to bump Jing Zhihuai's arm, "I said it earlier, I haven't seen the president of the Refining Guild yet, I want to see if he is as scarred and hateful as the legend." โ
In comparison, the mercenary union has long lost its freshness, and Huai Xiang has to wait until she queues up at the back when she sees her.
"So, you've seen the other three presidents?"
Jing Zhihuai suddenly turned his head to look at her, his clear eyes seemed to see through her, Wen Fengxu coughed twice, and his gaze turned away leisurely, "Low-key, low-key." โ
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Shaohua City.
Names are good names, and places are good places.
The headquarters of the Refining Guild is not in Guangming City, but fortunately, the location of Guangming City is prosperous, and the branch of the Refining Guild has a teleportation array, which goes directly to the guild headquarters in the Southern Continent.
Although Wen Fengxu is not a stranger to the Southern Continent, he has not been here for many years except to complete the task.
Shaohua City is the center of gravity of the southern continent, the people are hospitable, and some small and medium-sized blacksmith shops can be seen almost everywhere.
"Affected by the guild, the spirit weapon industry in Shaohua City is more prominent." Jing Zhihuai patiently explained to her.
In the downtown area, many of them recognized her and greeted her, and Jing Zhihuai responded politely and detachedly.
The two of them didn't go far before someone from the Refining Guild came to pick them up, and there were many guilds in Shaohua City, and the teleportation array and headquarters were not in the same place.
"Young Master, you're back!"
A chubby middle-aged man greeted him with a smile, and Wen Fengxu tilted his head, thinking about this somewhat familiar face in his mind.
By the way, this is the elder who introduced Jing Zhihuai to everyone at the Wanfa Conference, and it seems that his surname is ...... Square?
"Elder Tang." Jing Zhihuai nodded, "Is my father-in-law okay?" โ
On the side, Wen Fengxu touched his chin silently.
"Uh...... Good! Okay! The face is not red and breathless, you can cook ten bowls of rice a day, young master, go back and take a look, he will miss you. โ
Elder Tang was stunned, and then said like a river, and said ramblingly, and Jing Zhihuai seemed to be used to his indifference, didn't say anything, and went back with Wen Fengxu.
"Oh, this is Miss Wen, sure enough, a heroic young man, with an extraordinary temperament, I heard that you easily won the Wind Soul Sword at the auction a few days ago......"
This Elder Tang is really eloquent.
Wen Fengxu smiled awkwardly but politely, there was no room for interjection at all, the first time she saw Bixin Huaiyu, she should be noisy.
The gate of the Refining Guild is really restrained and magnificent, and the signboard of sunken wood and jade in front of the door is elegant and atmospheric.
It's not like the two pairs of gilded lions at the entrance of the mercenary union, tsk...... Like an upstart, very ostentatious.
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"Young master, I still have something to do, so I won't bother you to reunite with the president and catch up, and say goodbye......"
Sending people to the lobby, Elder Tang seemed to be roasted on the fire, and left in a hurry, and the rest of the people didn't dare to stay for a moment.
Seeing a few people leave, Wen Fengxu picked up the apples on the table with his hand, took a bite of it, looked puzzled, and raised his chin in the direction they left, "Elder Tang of your family, has you always been so cute?" โ
"Poofโ"
Jing Zhihuai calmly put down the tea cup and wiped the tea on his body, "You can talk more." โ
Wen Fengxu smiled and didn't say anything.
"President, the young master is waiting for you inside."
Outsiders, the pace is steady and powerful, the breath is vigorous, can you hear that the president of the refining guild is an old and strong ......?
Wen Fengxu realized that something was wrong, and suddenly raised his head.
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