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Of course it was impossible for a man to guess what Wu Manshuang was thinking.

He could only feel that the other person's eyes were focused on him.

That look was cold and emotionless, as if he was a piece of sashimi on the chopping board, and the butcher was holding the knife, gesturing horizontally and vertically along his vital points, preparing to cut.

“…”

Suppressing the fear in his heart, the man raised his head tremblingly.

He saw the boy's delicate and indifferent lower face under the shadow of the cloak.

The slightly raised corners of the young man's lips seemed to be a signal that the sickle of death was about to be swung.

The stalker immediately trembled: "Please, please... don't... kill me."

In fact, Wu Manshuang just treated him as an experimental subject.

He had only tried this hair-removing toxin on mice before. The monster's hair fell off immediately, and the effect was very good.

If the subjects had not been humans today, Wu Man Shuang would never have imagined that the hair removal product she developed would actually remove hair, eyelashes and eyebrows together.

At this moment, Wu Manshuang not only had no intention of killing, she was even thinking about Yan Luoyue's business in a mundane way.

On the other side, at the entrance of the alley, Yan Luoyue and Ling Shuanghun lay at the corner, watching the developments quietly.

The two of them whispered to each other, sharing their thoughts on the show.

Ling Shuanghun asked first: "By the way, when did Xiao Wu develop the toxin that delays the onset of the disease? How come I don't know about it?"

As a friend, he knows Xiao Wu's character very well.

Wu Manshuang is always serious in everything she does.

Since Wu Manshuang had just used a toxic attack to threaten the stalker, it meant that he really must have such a toxin in his hands.

Yan Luoyue squatted in the shadow of the corner, her expression and posture like a large mushroom.

Due to the angle, she could see most of Wu Manshuang's face under his awning.

Yan Luoyue studied Wu Manshuang's expression carefully for a long time before speaking hesitantly.

"...I think Manshuang is a liar."

After all, it had only been three or four days since she came up with the idea.

Judging from the current situation, Wu Manshuang has already developed a semi-finished product that can make all the hair on the body fall out.

Even if the little snake is a rare genius, it would probably be difficult for him to develop more than two toxins at the same time.

Then, the strange poison that Wu Manshuang mentioned to scare people might not exist at all.

Ling Shuanghun: “???”

What kind of world is this? Even a little witch has learned to lie?

After this battle, Bai He finally realized that Wu Man Shuang really did not tell lies - but this precious and honest state seemed to be a limited edition specially for Yan Luoyue!

Ling Shuanghun was heartbroken when he realized that he had been deceived by Xiao Wu's acting skills.

"The look that little witch just put on was really intimidating."

Although this was not the first day he realized the danger of Wu Manshuang.

But every time he saw his friends stand up to fight the enemy, Ling Shuanghun seemed to see a precious sword that was usually kept in the dark, with a frosty blade as white as snow, suddenly unsheathed.

Yan Luoyue touched her conscience and said, "I think this time, it's really your fault."

After all, Wu Manshuang had just proposed an idea, given a possibility, and described a state of sudden death on the spot.

As for the man who was following them, why did he take such words seriously? It can only be blamed on his fragile mental state, right?

This kind of text deconstruction has always been Ling Shuanghun's forte.

Ling Shuanghun's eyes widened when he heard this: "I haven't had time to teach Xiao Wu this yet."

Good guy, it turns out you are actually going to teach.

Yan Luoyue nodded solemnly: "It seems that we can only teach by words and deeds."

Ling Shuanghun: “…”

In the alley, Wu Man Shuang was completely unaware of the quarrel she had caused.

He had no idea that while he was working diligently and conscientiously without slacking off, his two friends were stepping on each other's feet.

"What do you want to know?" the man asked Wu Man Shuang in a trembling voice.

“…”

Wu Manshuang did not give an immediate answer to this question.

You know, in the three-person team, Wu Manshuang has never been in charge of interrogation and questioning.

Wu Manshuang pursed her lips and glanced behind her vaguely, but she did not see her friends coming to take over her shift.

...It seems that they are intentionally trying to train themselves this time.

After taking a breath, Wu Manshuang was about to say something, but suddenly stopped talking.

He originally wanted to question the mastermind behind the man, but then he remembered that the man had just mocked him for his immature methods.

...If you ask too eagerly or too directly, won't you end up missing something?

After pondering for a moment, Wu Man Shuang drew inferences from his past and used his own method to retaliate.

The man glanced at the boy quietly with empty eyes, and saw that the boy's face was unchanged and his tone was indifferent.

The two thin lips that were enough to decide his life or death slightly opened, and the tone of the young boy's voice contained a hint of politeness that revealed his murderous intentions.

"You know what I want to hear. I guess you don't want to disappoint me, do you?"

Wu Manshuang asked back calmly.

"——Wow." Yan Luoyue smacked her lips slightly, "I feel a bit like Ji Yaozun in this sentence."

Ling Shuanghun was also amazed: "Little Wu... is simply adopting the best of all schools."

As he spoke, he kept waving his pen and writing on the letter.

Yan Luoyue looked at him sideways, suspecting that in a few years, in Ling Shuanghun's "Legend of Wu Manshuang", the little green snake would be portrayed in a completely unrecognizable way.

The man swallowed hard. After overcoming the psychological difficulty, he immediately said, "You can't kill me. I belong to Hongtong Palace."

This statement is almost tantamount to confessing one's guilt.

After all, the three of them had no acquaintances in Hongtong Palace, and the only monks with whom they had any connection were the brothers of the Biao family.

"……oh."

Wu Manshuang responded slowly.

In the eyes of men, this behavior is like being filtered through an unfathomable filter.

In an instant, the stalker's heart rate increased sharply, and he anxiously wondered whether this answer was not what the other party wanted.

In fact, Wu Manshuang was just recalling the names of the brothers.

...and, after thinking for two or three seconds, he still couldn't remember.

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Wu Manshuang skipped the names of the brothers and asked directly, "Who sent you here? The elder brother, the younger brother, or both of them?"

A man is only afraid that he won't ask, not that he will delve into it.

When he heard that Wu Manshuang was willing to condescend to interrogate him and accurately pointed out his mastermind, he immediately confessed everything.

"It's the Second Young Master! It was the Second Young Master who asked me to follow you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before anyone could react, Yan Luoyue, who was squatting at the entrance of the alley, buried her face in her palms in frustration.

It turned out to be the Button Sword.

It turned out to be the Button Sword.

He actually dared to continue making trouble!

——I can only say that this is another bad thing about the landlord’s stupid son.

Because he is so stupid, you can't even predict what tricks he will use next.

Smart people often make decisions based on their own circumstances and stop losses in a timely manner, but stupid people may make decisions based on a whim.

At least for now, Yan Luoyue couldn't guess: Was Niu Shujian sending people to follow him in order to get back his face and wait for an opportunity to recover the Soul-Destroying Fire, or was he trying to observe their movements in order to strike a fatal blow when he had the chance in the future?

After digging out all the information the man knew, the next step was to get rid of him.

Wu Manshuang thought about it, and showing her eagerness to learn, she politely asked the other party for advice.

"What do you think I should do to shut you up now?"

“…”

No one knew what thoughts flashed through his mind, but the man's legs suddenly trembled and his face turned pale.

—Oh, he wanted to suggest that I silence him, which was quite considerate of him.

Wu Manshuang thought in her heart.

Wu Man Shuang did not reject this proposal, but he still remembered that Yan Luoyue had specifically reminded him not long ago that private fighting was prohibited within the Qianlian Curtain.

Shaking her head with a hint of regret, Wu Man Shuang reminded the man: "Unfortunately, you cannot kill people within the Qianlian Bakufu." So, please change your suggestion.

“…”

Hearing Wu Manshuang say this, the man was so frightened that his face changed color - what does this mean? Because you can't kill people inside the Thousand Refinements Makuharu, so this boy wants to take me to the outer field to kill? !

"I won't say anything." The man assured again and again, "Please, I'm just an unimportant chess piece, just treat me like a fart and let me go!"

He even took the initiative to extend his hand: "If you are worried, you can give me other poisons..."

Wu Manshuang: “…”

He had lived for so long, but he had never heard of such a strange request.

Wu Manshuang readily extended her gloved left hand and grasped the man's fingertips.

Instantly, a cold current spread throughout the man's body, making him feel his lungs frozen like a layer of ice.

"You are..."

With the next flick of his fingers, the edge of the young man's dark hood passed by him almost silently.

"Just as you thought." Wu Manshuang said calmly, "I will know what you have done."

——No way.

It was only then that Wu Manshuang realized that there were still many types of toxins to be discovered.

Not until the dark, abyss-like figure disappeared at the end of the alley did the man breathe a sigh of relief as if he had survived a disaster.

But before he could catch his breath, a pair of exquisite and small boots appeared before his eyes like a god falling from the sky.

"It's you!"

This is the person that Young Master Biao originally instructed him to follow!

"Hi." Yan Luoyue waved and greeted him with a smile, "Don't be afraid, I know it's not easy for you either, you just want to make a living. Come on, I'll teach you a little bit of trickery."

…

After unremitting physical efforts, Yan Luoyue successfully taught the man how to create a false and flawless surveillance record.

That afternoon, Yan Luoyue made preparations and put on Yan Bixin's vest in the inn. He walked towards the exit of Qianlianmu.

According to the information revealed by the man, the Li brothers are no longer in the Thousand Refinements Baku.

Perhaps in order to stay as far away from Ji Qinghong as possible, the two brothers packed up their things and moved out to live a few days ago.

Coincidentally, Yan Luoyue had originally planned to take a walk outside.

If there is a chance, she would take the opportunity to find out more about the brothers of the Bao family.

Compared with the orderly inner court, the mixed outer court is obviously more colorful.

Just like the Thousand Refinements Bakunai, there is also an auction house in the outer field, and the auction scope is not limited to refined magic tools.

The name of this auction house is "Xinghe Auction House", which has the same origin as the "Xinghan Auction House" in Qianlianmu. It enjoys a high reputation in the world of cultivation, but the two target different customers.

The latter focuses on the upper level, but the one set up outside is aimed at the general public.

Yan Bixin pulled his cloak and stepped steadily over the threshold of the auction house.

The sweet-looking waiter stepped forward and bowed: "Hello, sir, do you have treasures you want to auction, or do you want to participate in the latest auction?"

Under his hood, the black-robed weaponsmith gave a hoarse smile: "I have something to sell."

"Okay, please tell me the type of item, and I will register it for you and assign an appraiser."

Yan Bi Xin said: "I want to sell you a recipe that can be used to refine a magical weapon that can detect the existence of the Thousand Faces Demon."

"!!!"

The waiter did not show any obvious surprise, but his eyes widened slightly for a moment.

It is common knowledge in the entire cultivation world that anyone below the Spirit Transformation stage cannot tell the authenticity of the Thousand-Faced Demon.

But this mysterious man in black robe just said...

Bowing to Yan Luoyue, the waiter's voice was still sweet:

"I understand, my dear guest. I will contact an appraiser for you. Please wait a moment."

Sitting in the reception room arranged by the waiter, Yan Bixin ignored all the refreshments prepared by the auction house, folded his arms, and waited patiently for the appraiser to arrive.

After a while, hurried footsteps were heard in the corridor.

A serious-looking woman with her hair neatly tied up appeared at the door of the reception room.

"Hello." The appraiser's eyes were sharp, as if they wanted to penetrate the cloak of trustworthiness. "Excuse me, are you the one who wants to sell the secret recipe of the magic weapon that can identify the Thousand-Faced Demon?"

The black-robed weapon master nodded slightly.

"It's me."

The woman took a deep breath and said, "Since you have a secret recipe, you must also have a finished product... Could you show it to us?"

Yan Bixin smiled hoarsely and took out a large silver net from his storage bag.

"This is the net that can identify the Thousand Faces Demon. I just don't know if your auction house is as powerful as the legend says, and can even collect the Thousand Faces Demon."

Ignoring the teasing in the weapon maker's words, the woman with a bun carefully identified the trap.

"...It is indeed the same as the one that was circulated in Akabane Castle."

The appraiser said in a slightly complicated tone: "I guess you are the one who saved Akabane Castle in the rumors..."

"Yes, your auction house is indeed well-informed." The black-robed weapon refiner nodded slowly, "I will keep my word."

After confirming his guess, the appraiser immediately showed his professional attitude.

"Master Yan, what is the minimum price for your secret recipe?"

In everyone's mind, there is an agreed upon price for ritual instruments based on their grade.

But the secret recipe is not like that.

If you want to sell this kind of thing at a good price, you need a knowledgeable buyer, just like a good horse needs a good horse trainer.

From the appraiser's perspective, this secret recipe is a unique way to identify the Thousand-Faced Demon, and naturally it can match a high price.

However, the Thousand-Faced Demon has only caused trouble in Chiyu City once recently, and other cultivators may not have this need.

If the price offered by Yan Bixin is too high... then the auction of this secret recipe may have to be postponed indefinitely, or even fail to sell.

Without letting the appraiser wait too long, Yan Bixin said slowly, "One thousand low-grade spirit stones."

"...What?" the female appraiser asked in surprise.

This price... is simply outrageous!

It's not that the price is too high, it's that the price is too low!

The market price of a standard storage bag is twenty low-grade spirit stones.

In Master Yan's mind, the lowest price for this secret recipe is actually only fifty storage bags?

The female appraiser paused for a moment and asked politely, "Master, may I ask if you have any treasures or materials that you value recently?"

——In other words, have you been short of money recently?

Otherwise, she really couldn't think of any reason to sell a secret recipe so cheaply.

In the appraiser's mind, the minimum starting price of this secret recipe should be 10,000 low-grade spirit stones.

If you meet a buyer like the Lord of Akabane City, you can even sell it for one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand!

The black-robed weapon refiner laughed hoarsely, "I haven't finished what I'm saying yet - I'm selling you the right to know and use this secret recipe for one thousand low-grade spirit stones. I'll sell it a thousand times in total. If you want to sell it to the public, I'll charge you five low-grade spirit stones for each Searching Net you refine."

"!!!"

Surprised by Yan Bixin's words, the appraiser subconsciously thought, "It's impossible to sell it a thousand times. If it sold so many, then, then what kind of secret recipe is this?"

Yan Bixin said calmly: "It can identify the methods of the Thousand Faces Demon. Does its value lie in the 'secret'?"

Just like in modern society, the fire extinguishers or gas masks prepared at home, are their formulas or technologies secret?

No, its value lies in the fact that you can take it out immediately when you need it.

One thousand low-grade spirit stones, this is a very suitable price to buy for collection and use in case of emergency.

Moreover, Yan Luoyue wanted to sell this secret recipe for another purpose:

If one day, the Thousand-Faced Demonic Plague arises again in other corners of this world of cultivation, she hopes that the local cultivators can immediately come up with magic weapons to deal with it, so that there won't be another City Lord Meng Zhun in the world who has no one to turn to for help.

After the initial shock, the appraiser soon discovered that Master Yan was right.

The value of this secret recipe lies not in its "secret" but in its ability to prevent problems before they occur.

Moreover, according to Master Yan’s selling method... one thousand copies, one thousand spirit stones each, that is equivalent to selling a full one million spirit stones!

Even after deducting the 5% handling fee of their auction house, Master Yan could still earn 950,000 low-grade spirit stones just by using this secret recipe.

This number is more than three or four times the highest price she had originally expected!

Yes, this is the most suitable price for this secret recipe, and this is the most suitable way to auction this secret recipe!

Looking at the black-robed man in front of him with amazement and admiration, the appraiser murmured, "How did you come up with this method?"

Sitting on the armchair, the black-robed weapon refiner leaned back slightly, smiling without saying a word.

That is of course... the experience summarized by our predecessors!

——As we all know, the best way to make money is not in the downstream industrial chain, but by selling patents directly at the top!

…

The auction of the Thousand Faces Demon's secret recipe is a big business. Since Yan Luoyue is not in a hurry to use the money, the Galaxy Auction House will naturally build up momentum.

After agreeing on the auction time for the secret recipe, the appraiser escorted Yan Luoyue out of the auction venue.

Watching Master Yan's back sliding into the crowd like a swimming fish, the appraiser let out a long sigh.

"I have worked in the auction house for at least thirty years and have handled countless magical instruments, but today was the first time I was truly enlightened."

After selling the secret recipe, Yan Luoyue felt relieved and was finally able to enjoy shopping.

Unlike the quiet and elegant environment inside the Thousand Refinements Maru, the further you go outside, the noisier the surroundings become.

Yan Luoyue estimated in her mind: Good guys, in just a few days, the number of people present has doubled compared to when she just arrived.

Now, this place can really be called a city.

Along the way, Yan Luoyue was stopped by people again and again, who tried to recommend various things such as "I have connections in the inner court, and these are good things in the Thousand Refinements Makuharu".

Someone brought an invitation to the "Bai Lian Conference" for Yan Luoyue to look at.

Yan Luoyue only took a glance and found that the emblem was from the previous year and no effort was put into the imitation.

There was also someone who hung seven or eight golden weaponsmith badges inside his robe. He furtively lifted up his coat to show them to Yan Luoyue, claiming that these badges were commemorative editions of this year's Thousand Refining Conference.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

At first glance it looks quite intimidating.

But if you look closely, she feels as if she has seen a taller, longer-legged pirated version of Bing Dwen Dwen.

In addition to the above two types of people, the most popular "internal products" on Long Street are various treasure maps.

The news given by the spokesperson at the opening ceremony of the Qianlian Conference not long ago has now spread widely outside.

Even though they knew they were being cheated, some people still held on to the hope that they could get the legendary "copy of the map circulated in Hongtong Palace".

Regarding these strange maps that might have been drawn just yesterday, Yan Luoyue could only say that they were just like the small stalls selling local specialties in front of tourist attractions: if you can cheat anyone, you will, and anyone who believes them is a fool.

…No, that’s not right. She took it back.

Almost at the moment when this thought came to mind, Yan Luoyue's gaze stopped a few steps ahead.

Not far away, a five-story attic rose from the ground, with a three-character signboard "Juxian Building" hanging on it.

Under this small building, there is a platform half a storey high, on which are ten brand new smelting furnaces. In addition, there are a wide variety of prizes hanging high in red silk.

Yan Luoyue's eyes were fixed on a fragment of a map.

She was shocked and thought: What? I can actually see genuine souvenirs at the entrance of a tourist train station? !

Ordinary people might not be able to tell the technique used to create the fragment of the map, but Yan Luoyue knew it clearly.

It is nothing else but another fragmented map of the world after Zhen Zhuoer and Meng Zhun.

Along with the fragment, other prizes include rare materials for refining tools, such as Xuanjing Ore, Lihuo Jade, Huangquan Ice, etc. In comparison, this map really looks unremarkable.

But Yan Luoyue only took a glance and it was difficult for him to take his eyes off it.

She subconsciously looked around the platform and soon saw a familiar and skinny figure.

...It was Master Dong, the monk from Hongtong Palace who followed Niu Shujian and called him "Young Master".

Could it be that this was a trap set for her?

Yan Luoyue concentrated and thought carefully, his mind racing.

——No, that's not right. The one who got the two maps was Yan Bixin, but the one who had a grudge against the Bi brothers was Yan Luoyue.

Even if Niu Shujian wanted to set a trap for her again, he would not know the relationship between Yan Bixin and Yan Luoyue.

So, the fact that this map appeared here was just an accident?

Pulling over a passerby and asking, Yan Luoyue learned that this Juxian Building wanted to recruit talents from all over the world, so it specially set up a weapon refining arena here.

All monks who participated in the competition and won could choose one of the treasures suspended by Hong Li.

After thinking for a while, the weapon maker walked into the shadows, changed his clothes, and then ate something.

Then, she strode towards the registration office.

Given the level of the Kui brothers, they probably cannot see the mystery hidden in this fragment of the map.

Regardless of whether this was a bait or not, since Yan Luoyue saw it, she wanted to go forward and give it a try.

…

A weapon maker wearing a gauze curtain gave his name and prepared to participate in the selection held by Juxiantang.

At this time, in the attic, the brothers were also paying attention to

Looking at the noisy chaos downstairs, Niu Shujian curled his lips in disdain.

He asked, "Brother, can you really recruit the talents we need by doing this?"

Yes, this competition arena is the means used by the two brothers to attract followers.

It is said that if one person achieves enlightenment, his family and friends will also benefit from it. If the prime minister's doorman is released, he will be promoted to the seventh rank.

Disciples from large sects like them not only have the support of their families in the sect, but also have four or five outer disciples as followers. When they go outside the sect, they also need to recruit some people to work for them.

Generally speaking, the other party covets their status and they value the other party's ability.

Some of the more powerful disciples would even use their status to recruit a few smaller families as their supporters.

As brothers, Niu Qidao looks 70% similar to Niu Shujian, but his temperament is more gloomy than Niu Shujian.

To others, this is proof that the older brother is more stable than the younger one.

Button said: "Even if the waves wash away the sand, we don't expect them to produce gold. For a mob like this, it would be enough if we could find four or five people who can work with us."

Niu Shujian was very puzzled: "Then it would be better to reveal our identities directly. Those peasants will surely be eager to bow down to us once they hear the reputation of Hongtong Palace."

Button Qidao sneered: "What use are those people you mentioned who are just following the trend of the times?"

Noticing that his elder brother was in a bad mood, Niu Shujian glanced at him carefully and replied hesitantly.

But after a moment, he couldn't help but ask, "But brother, are these weapon makers who come here just for a little prize any better than the previous ones?"

——Aren’t they still a group of opportunists, and they are even more hypocritical!

Button said solemnly: "First of all, they don't know our identities."

Since they didn't know that the two brothers were from Hongtong Palace, when they were instructed to do things, these people would not know the inside story of the matter.

Even if you die unjustly by accident, you won't be able to say anything if your soul is searched.

In short, Button Qidao wants to collect a group of ordinary subordinates who can be used monthly.

"Secondly, people die for money and birds die for food. This little greed is not a big deal."

Button Qidao said slowly, "Those who can pass the basic test I set have at least passed the threshold. Those who are attracted by these material treasures are mostly short-sighted and stupid fools. Having ability but no brains. Isn't this the best of both worlds?"

At this point, for some reason, the sound of the chess knife suddenly stopped strangely, as if the thread had been cut off.

"?"

Niu Shujian raised his head quickly, only to see that his elder brother had touched a nerve and was staring at him with a complicated and indescribable expression.

After a moment, Button suddenly changed his tone and said, "...No, it's not entirely like that. It mainly depends on where it is used. Sometimes, having ability but no brains is not necessarily a perfect thing."

Button Book Sword: “???”

Although he didn't know what happened, he felt a little strange?

After blinking twice in confusion, Niu Shujian leaned his head to look downstairs again.

Soon, he noticed something else: "Brother, why did you put the map fragment in the prize pile? Didn't you say it was very important?"

He had some impression of this fragment of the map. It seemed that his elder brother had exchanged it with someone for a large sum of money many years ago.

“…”

Faced with this question that shouldn't be asked, Niu Qidao remained silent for a long time.

He didn't know what language to use to explain to his somewhat foolish brother in a decent way that he was younger at the time and therefore had made the wrong judgment.

He once showed this fragment of the map to a number of seniors for appraisal, but in the end, he gained nothing.

Now, the level of Button Knife's own equipment has reached a higher level.

He was able to tell that it was just an ordinary, aged piece of paper.

After a moment of silence, Button Qidao snorted coldly:

"Since the palace has already taken out the treasured map, this one in my hand is either a copy or a fake. I have memorized the routes on this map by heart, so it doesn't matter if I give it out as a prize."

When speaking, Niu Qidao's tone seemed particularly nonchalant.

Niu Shujian suddenly realized: "I understand. Those who are attracted by a map whose authenticity is unknown must be extremely ambitious or greedy, and most likely do not consider the consequences. They are exactly the kind of subordinates you need, big brother."

“…Yes, that’s it.”

After finishing the question about the map, the two brothers sat upstairs and watched the competition downstairs calmly.

Soon, a mysterious instrument maker wearing a gauze and hidden in a curtain won the championship.

His ability far exceeded the average level of the outside instrument makers. He simply beat the contestants downstairs by leaps and bounds. He stood out like a crane among chickens.

Hey, this guy is...

It was beyond Niu Qidao's expectation that there would be such a talented person in the outfield.

Originally, according to the values ​​of Hongtong Palace, apart from the four major sects, the rest are not worth even a second glance.

For those instrumentalists who couldn't even get an invitation to the Hundred Refinements Conference, if he was willing to say a word to them, they would be grateful to him for a whole year.

And now, this instrument maker made Button Book Knife feel that he was worth taking seriously.

Waving his hand to call the servant beside him, Niu Qidao asked: "What's the name of that man?"

The servant quickly went downstairs to take a look, then respectfully reported back, "His name is Hu Tuji."

Button Chess Knife: “…”

What the hell is this? It doesn't sound like a human name.

Thanks to Ji Qinghong, he has been very sensitive to the word "rabbit" recently, so when he heard this name, he leaned back subconsciously.

Based on Hu Tuji's performance, Niu Qidao first estimated the level of this weapon refiner in his mind.

Well, in terms of ability, although this person is not as talented as himself and his brother, he can still be said to be outstanding among ordinary Qigong masters.

Niu Shujian was paying close attention to the developments downstairs and discovered that this little rabbit... bah, this little rabbit actually chose the fragment of the map as a reward.

Feeling that his analysis was about to be confirmed, Niu Shujian couldn't help but smile.

"Brother, I think he is a good material!"

"Since our name is Juxian Building, we should be courteous and considerate to others."

As Niu Qidao spoke, he sat up straighter.

He gestured to the attendant beside him: "Go, invite this victorious Hu Tuji... Mr. Hu to come up and let him meet me... Well, reveal a little about the background of the four major forces to him."

Niu Shujian asked curiously, "Brother, didn't you say that the advantage of this group of people is that they don't know we are from Hongtong Palace?"

"This man has some abilities and deserves better bait."

Niu Qidao said calmly: "Besides, I never told him that we are from Hongtong Palace. I just let him know that there are four major forces behind us. That's enough."

Seeing that his elder brother was so confident, Niu Shujian hesitated for a moment, but still reminded him:

"Brother, I've thought about it again. This man is covered in a veil, hiding his head and showing his tail. He may have bad intentions. We need to see his face first."

"I know." Button said solemnly, "Don't worry, I know what to do."

After a while, the servant led Hu Tuji upstairs.

Seeing the thin and skinny figure in a plain robe appear at the door, the expressionless Niu Qidao just now suddenly revealed a warm smile.

He said to the instrument maker, "Sir, please take a seat."

“…”

Hu Tuji looked a little frightened. Just like his name, he had the courage of a rabbit.

He stood there and quickly declined, "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it, please take a seat, host."

Seeing that this person was able to correct his identity, Niu Qidao was very satisfied.

He calmly sat down, brushed his robes, and said with a very courteous attitude:

"When I saw you, I felt you were very kind and friendly, as if we were old acquaintances. I guess you and I must have been brothers in our previous lives."

In Niu Qidao's imagination, ordinary people would be flattered to hear that disciples from the four major forces were willing to be so humble and make friends with them.

But for some reason, after hearing this, Hu Tuji fell into a strange silence.

“…”

Button Qidao frowned slightly: "...Sir?"

The next second, Hu Tuji's voice was so weak, as if he couldn't speak well and had some social problems, and he exaggeratedly echoed, "That's really a coincidence!"

Button Chess Knife: “???”

Is this person a little strange, or is he just overly suspicious?

Why did he sense a strange tone in these words?