The process of recruiting guards for the Mo family is very casual. It just tests your fighting skills.

After Mo Tang signed up, he entered the Mohist castle for the first time, and then lined up with dozens of Mohist disciples in the square to test his level.

"Fighting Spirit: Seventh Stage!"

"Mo Xiao, fighting spirit: seventh level! Level: advanced!"

"Very good...low-class guard!"

Mo Tang almost laughed.

It always felt like the guy in charge of the test was deliberately playing tricks on people, because he saw the young man named Mo Xiao walking into the formation of third-class guards with a livid face.

"Next! Mo Tang..."

"Fighting Spirit: Ninth Stage!"

"Mo Tang, fighting spirit: ninth level! Level: advanced!"

"Very nice...lower guard!"

Well, Mo Tang, who was laughing at others just now, also accepted this kind of treatment.

However, he just smiled indifferently and walked into the third-class guard formation.

This time, the Mo family recruited a total of only sixty-eight guards, of which only fifteen were above the level of Fighter, and none were above the level of Five-star Fighter.

It’s not that this group of people are all incompetent, but that the people who participated in saving their lives this time were only young people in their twenties.

As a sideline of the Mo family, being able to practice Dou Zhe at the age of twenty is already considered a very talented person. Therefore, the family manager in charge of the test was in a very good mood and would say "very good" to everyone he met.

After becoming a lower-level guard of the Mo family, Mo Tang was directly assigned to a small city called Iron Smelting City under Yancheng in less than two days.

Because this small town is backed by Chiyan Mountain, the foundry industry is very developed, and it is also the location of the largest weapons workshop owned by the Mohists.

This time Mo Tang was assigned here as a stationed guard for one of the four major weapon workshops of the Mo family in the city.

Mo Tang was actually a little dissatisfied with being assigned to such a place.

There is no way, no matter how high-end it is mentioned here, and it is the largest weapons workshop, but in fact this is the least profitable place in the Mohist industry...

Although Dou Qi Continent is a world filled with endless strife, weapons are also indispensable for any cultivator.

But compared to other spiritual herbs, elixirs, magic cores, exercises, etc., they are far behind!

Although a large number of weapons are forged and sold in this weapons workshop every day, most of the targets are ordinary mercenaries. How much will such people spend to buy ordinary weapons?

As for the special weapons used by the strong, they are all specially customized and will not fall into the hands of people like them, so it seems that the business of the weapons shop is very prosperous, but the profit is the lowest!

Low profits mean that the people below can get less money, so many guards are unwilling to come to such a place where nothing matters.

Mo Tang thought carefully about this for a long time, and then realized that it was because he didn't understand the ways of the world...

He didn't even give a gift to the deputy commander of the guard who was responsible for assigning tasks... No wonder he was thrown into a place like this.

Deserve it!

Cursing himself secretly, Mo Tang could only go home and pack his things before heading to the Iron Smelting City.

Three days later.

Red Rock Mountains, Iron Smelting City.

Mo Tang came here with his guard badge and identity information.

He now has to report to the Mohist guard commander in Iron Smelting City.

Although they are both called commanders, the security commanders who govern a small town are completely different from the security commanders at the Mohist headquarters. In terms of strength alone, there is a huge gap between the two.

The guard commander of Iron Refining City is named Zhang Feng. He is a relative of the Mo family and has the strength of a nine-star fighter.

Originally, Mo Tang was wondering why this person did not choose to join the family's first-class guards, but chose to come to this place to be the leader of their group of third-class guards...

But after seeing the other party's face, all these doubts were solved.

Although Zhang Feng is only in his thirties, his face is full of fatigue and he looks like he has not woken up. He does not look like a cultivator at all...

He looked like he was overindulging in lust. If he were in Mojiapu, his limbs would have been broken and thrown out.

The Mo family is now bent on becoming stronger, but they don't want to see such a rat droppings spoil the pot of porridge.

In this iron-making city, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, but no one cares what he looks like!

"Sir, I'm here, Mo Tang, come and report. This is my family badge..." Mo Tang looked at the middle-aged man above him with an unchanging expression.

Zhang Feng tried hard to open his eyes, but without even looking at Mo Tang's waistband or identity information, he waved his hand directly and said: "Okay, I understand. It happens that there is a lack of manpower in East Twelve Square right now, so you can go directly there by yourself.

Bar……"

Seeing the other party's appearance, Mo Tang naturally had no intention of being polite to him, so he just hugged him and left.

There is absolutely no need to have any deep friendship with this kind of person.

Mo Tang's heart became even heavier...

If I had known earlier, it would have been better to have given more money to the higher-ups so that I could stay in Yancheng... Assigned to any market at will, I would have been able to make my mouth water.

Now that I'm in such a shabby place and have such a lousy boss, do I really want to waste my good time here?

How can this be done!

In this way, after Mo Tang arrived at East Twelve Square with a heavy heart, he did not expect to be welcomed by the city manager and the guard captain.

The steward of East Twelve Square is named Chen Lin, a thin middle-aged man.

As for the guard captain, he is a thirty-year-old young man named Mo Chong, who is a two-star fighter.

In addition, the entire sixteen members of the East Twelve Square Guards are generally in the seventh or eighth level of Dou Qi. Mo Tang, a ninth-level Dou Qi person, has become the second strongest person in Fang City...

This scene made Mo Tang dumbfounded... You are too under-appreciated!

No wonder Manager Chen Lin and Mo Chong are so polite to me. With nineteen-year-old Dou Qi strength, he may become a Dou Master or even a Great Dou Master in the future. In their eyes, this is an unlimited future.

!

So no matter what their motives are, they will pay enough attention to "little geniuses" like Mo Tang.

I don't know if he was afraid that Mo Tang would be dissatisfied with the environment here. As the guard captain, Mo Chong said during the introduction: "Actually, little brother Mo Tang, you are very lucky to come to our East Twelve Square."

"Our East Twelve Square is very stable, and there is nothing we need to be busy with at ordinary times. Except occasionally there will be some tasks from above that require us to go out, otherwise we can just stay in the city.

Anyway, the people who come to us are all low-level mercenaries, and they don’t have the guts to cause trouble in Mojiafang City. As for some of the chores below, just leave them to a few others, and you won’t be needed at all.”

"I think brother, you have reached a critical moment now. You should spend more time to practice hard, strive to condense the whirlpool of fighting, and become a fighter.
Chapter completed!