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"Stop looking, it's just me."

The young master carefully and affectionately checked around and found that no one was indeed hiding in the dark.

Since this is the case, then he is really not afraid anymore. He has seven thousand one skill and is a first-tier leader.

He sneered and said: "Jian Mochen, it seems that you are not convinced. You actually dare to come to trouble me. You only have six thousand skills. Where do you get the courage?"

"So much nonsense."

Chen Bujian sneered, dashed forward, rushed towards the young master affectionately, and punched out with a bang.

"Looking for death!" The young master faced him affectionately, full of momentum.

However, two minutes later, there was a domineering exchange.

Bang!

With one punch, Young Master Qingqing was knocked backwards and fell to the ground. Before he could get up, Chen Bujian suddenly came up to him, grabbed his neck with one hand and said sternly.

"I thought you could be so powerful, with just this little ability..."

The young master knew deeply that he was no match, so he quickly begged for mercy: "Jian Mochen, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have done that to you in the Qiyue Chamber of Commerce, please let me go..."

"Let you go?" Chen Bujian has never been a violent person, but this guy is looking for death.

"Do you think I'm joking with you..." Chen Bujian said coldly.

After saying that, the fist in his hand was like thunder, falling mercilessly on the young master's affectionate face.

Punch to the flesh, bang bang...

"No, no, no!"

Seeing that his blood volume was getting lower and lower, the young master turned pale with fright: "Jian Mochen, don't kill me, don't you just want me to make you a purple outfit? I will make it for you, and I will make it for you in two days, no, no, no."

, Immediately, I will do it for you immediately, don’t kill me, don’t kill me…”

Unfortunately, the only person who responded to him was Chen Bujian's cold iron fist.

Purple outfit?

Sorry, no need.

After suffering a few blows, the young master's affectionate begging for mercy was of no use. He could see that this gang of beggars really wanted to kill him.

"Jian Mochen, I am the swordsmith of the Qiyue Chamber of Commerce. If you kill me, have you considered the consequences?"

The young master looked affectionately at the gap, kicked out, and escaped Chen Bujian's control. He quickly rolled around a few times, quickly stood up, and said while retreating.

I hope this guy can take care of the Qiyue Chamber of Commerce behind him.

When Chen Bujian heard this, he grinned: "I have killed so many people from Hongmeng Star. Do you think... I will care about the Qiyue Chamber of Commerce?"

After the words fell, Chen Bujian saw the opportunity and threw the wine gourd like lightning: "hit!" He successfully tied the young master's affectionate waist, pulled hard, then grabbed him and gave him a hard hug, "bang"

With a sound, it hit the ground.

Ding... [You successfully killed Young Master Qingqing and gained Fame 5.]

In the system's prompt tone, the young master was as affectionate as a BOSS, dropping a large amount of rare purple materials all over the floor.

"Damn it, no wonder you asked me not to kill you. There were materials in the bag that were in danger of falling..."

Chen Bujian looked at the materials exploded on the ground in great surprise. He really didn't expect it.

"Jian Mochen, I'll fuck you..." Looking at the information he revealed, the young master almost collapsed and cursed loudly.

"-----" Chen Bujian reacted quickly and immediately shielded the young master affectionately.

Blacklisted!

Suddenly, the whole world suddenly became pure, and the young master's affectionate voice could no longer be heard.

"Pick it up quickly..."

Like picking up money, Chen Bujian quickly picked up the materials on the ground and put them into his backpack as if he was afraid of being robbed.

For more than ten seconds, the entire ground felt as if it had been licked by something. It was called clean and tidy.

Chen Bujian carefully calculated the materials found in the bag. Good guy, all of them are worth at least more than 200 gold, which translates to nearly 500 yuan.

This guy is so rich...

"Click..."

At this moment, an insignificant voice suddenly sounded not far away.

"Someone!!"

As a veteran who commits troubles and ambush people every day, Chen Bujian knows better than anyone what this sudden noise means. Without thinking, Chen Bujian simply escapes for his life.

He had just put the rare materials that the young master revealed affectionately into his backpack, and now they were in danger of falling. He didn't want to be intercepted.

That would be a waste of blood.

"Hey, don't leave, Mo Chen, it's me!"

Chen Bujian's ears twitched. The sound seemed a bit familiar. When he looked back, he saw a Taibai player jumping out from behind a big rock.

That person turned out to be, Mao Xiaohua!?

Chen Bujian's cautious Qinggong flew back and landed in front of Mao Xiaohua: "Why are you here?"

"Uh...that...I..."

Mao Xiaohua scratched her head in embarrassment and said: "Earlier, I was at the trading market in the Imperial City, outside the Qiyue Merchant Guild's shop, and I heard that you were looking for a swordsmith to make a purple suit. It seemed that we couldn't reach an agreement."

"When I saw you coming out of the shop, I wanted to stop you, but when I saw you suddenly hiding in the attic on the side, as if staring at the people in the shop, I didn't dare to disturb you, and then..."

"I just...followed you out and saw you...killing people and stealing goods." Mao Xiaohua didn't know what to say for a moment and was quite embarrassed.

"In the end it ended up like what you see now."

"Oh..." Chen Bujian really didn't expect Mao Xiaohua to be outside the store of Qiyue Chamber of Commerce at the beginning, and thought he happened to meet him here.

"You said you wanted to stop me when I came out of the shop. Is there something wrong?" Chen Bujian asked.

"Well...it's not a big deal. I think you want to find a swordsmith to make a purple suit. How about I make it for you, free of charge." Mao Xiaohua said.

"Are you a swordsmith?" Chen Bujian looked at him in surprise, a little disbelieving.

As a gang member of Hongchen, if he was really the swordsmith, Bei Chen, as the gang leader, would not have known about it.

If he had known this, he would not have suggested that he come to the Qiyue Chamber of Commerce to find a swordsmith.

"I... can be considered a swordsmith. In fact, my original profession was an assassin. I happened to encounter an unexpected task. It was the time I taught Pink and Junyue the dangers of Jianghu a month ago. At that time, only craftsmen could take on this task.

"

"I changed my profession to a craftsman. After completing the mission, the reward will be to be directly promoted to a top swordsmith apprentice. I can now make purple equipment at level 55..."

"As long as I make a level 60 purple outfit, I can become a real swordsmith!"

Chen Bujian thought for a while and asked: "What is your success rate in doing level 60 Ziwu?"

"Zi Wu?" Mao Xiaohua thought for a while and said truthfully: "Only 4%. If it is purple equipment, it can be 5%."

4%, which is more than half lower than the success rate of Young Master Qingqing.

In other words, Chen Bujian's attempt to make Ziwu him was basically a waste of time, and the success rate was pitifully low.

Thinking of this, Chen Bujian began to hesitate on his face...

"Mo Chen, just do it for me. We are all on the same side. Not only will I not charge you, but I will also pay you, okay?"

"Fifty gold? Eighty, okay, one hundred, two hundred?" Mao Xiaohua saw this and begged.

"I have a total of two hundred and thirty-six gold in my body. I'll give it all to you. Make me your Ziwu..."

"Okay, don't let this poor thing go. I'll make it for you. It's just gold, and I won't charge you more. It's two hundred gold. You can keep the remaining thirty-six gold for yourself!" Chen Bujian said.

Anyway, it is impossible for him to go to Qiyue Chamber of Commerce now, so he might as well give Mao Xiaohua.

They are all from the same gang, so the wealth should not go to outsiders.

"Thank you so much, Mo Chen, I will remember you!"

Suddenly realizing that there was something wrong with what she said, Mao Xiaohua hurriedly said: "No, no, what I mean is that I remember you as a person, and I, Xiaohua, have made you a friend."