In such markets, there are always mixed dragons and snakes, and there are all kinds of situations. Mo Yan has seen them many times before.

If it happened to other people in the caravan, he wouldn't take a look at it, but since it was related to his only friend in the caravan, he couldn't ignore it.

"If you want money, you can take it if you want it." Seeing that you couldn't leave, Xingzai was very bachelor. For him, taking out this large amount of money is no different from killing his life.

Several people selling green fruits exchanged glances, stood up and said, "I can't tell you have a good personality, let's talk about it in another place." They have also seen a lot of similar wealth-stricken slaves. As long as they scare them, they will take out the money obediently.

If I really watched the group of people preparing to take Xingzai away, my life might be fine, but a serious and flesh-related pain would inevitably be.

Mo Yan shook his head and saw a chair next to him with his side eyes. He bent over and raised it up. He was not very good at shaking it. Without thinking, he hit a pillar. With a "clang", the chair fell apart.

He gestured twice with a chair leg, then nodded with satisfaction, and walked up, "Give me some face, let's forget about this."

The eyes of the people present instantly focused on Mo Yan, and many people showed gloating expressions.

"What are you? Why do you give you face?"

Seeing that it was a strange face, the green fruit seller put down a trace of concern in his heart and said with disdain.

I knew it was like this.

Mo Yan shrugged helplessly. Since the final peace operation failed, it was only possible to solve the problem with force.

He did not give the other party another chance to speak, and suddenly activated, picked up the legs of the chair behind him and knocked at the nearest enemy.

With his current physical fitness and his previous experience in street fighting, it only took a few moments to deal with these five or six gangsters. From the beginning to the end of the battle, only twenty or thirty seconds later, the other party lay on the ground and moaned.

It was simply one-sided massacre, too cruel.

Many onlookers were stunned. They didn't guess the beginning or the ending. The man who jumped out of nowhere took the first move, but the glasses of many people were broken. All the people who sold green fruits were wiped out, but the person who suddenly appeared was intact. This situation stimulated them too much and took some time to digest this reality.

By the way, he hasn't been like this for a long time... He has had a good time. Taking this opportunity, he wiped out the negative emotions accumulated in his heart for a long time, and felt an indescribable feeling of comfort.

"Brother Xiao Mo, you are a real person who doesn't show your appearance. It's so amazing."

Xingzai first woke up from the shock. He ran to the few people lying on the ground and moaned and kicked hard. Then he came to Mo Yan and said with a compliment.

He was very eye-opening just now, and only saw Mo Yan wave his arms a few times, and all the hateful guys fell down. It was so satisfying.

"Okay, let's go too."

Looking at the shocked or fearful gazes around him, it was not his original intention to be so high-profile, but Mo Yan would not be ruthless about it. Since he has a certain strength, he should protect himself and the people around him, otherwise there is no difference between having and not having.

What he wanted to do next was not suitable to take Xingzai with him. He drew a few tattoos along the way, but never told the other party that he was a tattoo artist. But after thinking about it, he said, "Don't tell this." He didn't want to get too much attention in the caravan.

Xingzai nodded sensibly, then said with a smile: "Brother Mo, why don't you be my bodyguard? I believe we will develop soon."

"Haha, you can't afford to hire me." Mo Yan said meaningfully.

Xingzai was a little dissatisfied at first, but he was determined to become a big cat merchant, but soon he understood the true meaning of the other party's words in the next series of things.

"I want this box of blank second-level Yuanshi."

"I want Kongminghua, Lentutes cordata, and malachite, right, pack it, I want it all."

"The mud shells are not old enough, the granules ground by the guran are not even enough, green algae..."

When Xingzai was really surprised when he saw Mo Yan packing batches of patterned materials with erectile sensation, his heart was beating and his mouth was dry. Could it be that Brother Mo was still a tattoo artist?

If it was someone else, he might think that Mo Yan was doing a re-sale business, but Xingzai knew that Mo Yan was definitely not a businessman. Since he was not a seller and was only single, Xingzai could not find any other explanation except that he used it himself.

If you are crazy, you must be crazy.

He actually wanted to hire a tattoo artist with unknown strength as his bodyguard. I am afraid that even the big camel merchants in the caravan would not dare to have such crazy ideas.

"Don't tell this?"

The blessings reach the heart, but Xingzai has a deeper understanding of this sentence.

Seeing Xingzai's confused expression, Mo Yan knew that the other party had already understood what he meant.

Not long after, the two of them returned to the hotel with large bags of materials.

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This incident was just a small episode in the trip. After living in the small town for two days, the caravan was back on the road. A new partner was added to the team, namely the Yangji caravan, which was attacked by wolves before, because there was also a war pattern master in their team. Although they had just joined the caravan, their status was only under the singing, He and Liu's family.

During this period, a big and small event happened. Mo Yan successfully made the first second-level pattern stone. The whole process seemed to be natural, without any difficulty. After the production, it was not even a little bit of breathing. It was much easier than when he first drew a first-level pattern stone. This was also closely related to his previous experience accumulation.

If he hadn't wanted to lay a firmer foundation, this date would have been raised earlier.

If his mental power can also meet the standards of a second-level tattoo artist, he will now be confident that he will pass the assessment of the tattoo artist association.

The fifteen-year-old second-level painter can be called a genius in the entire federation. This is something Mo Yan never dared to imagine in the past.

At this time, there are still five months left before the new Guangdu enrollment.

Mo Yan’s task is to arrive at Guangdu within these five months and increase his mental power to more than 200 calories.

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ps: In the new week, please collect it. This is the most important thing. The second is to recommend it. Guazhou’s heavily damaged heart needs comfort.

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