Ye Yuxi carried Zi Ling out of Zhong's shop and walked back the same way as she didn't want to go shopping elsewhere.
Just after walking half a street, Ye Yuxi suddenly had a strange light in her eyes and thought to herself.
'The killers were sent here so quickly...'
When it comes to stalking and killing, Ye Yuxi is at the ancestral level!
She sent a message to the fire spirit in her heart to keep it from falling in the air, and Ye Yuxi hurriedly walked outside.
That man followed Ye Yuxi out of Fangshi.
Ye Yuxi walked around the street with the tail, and then left the city without being able to shake it off.
"Master, that person is still following you." Huo Ling flew high in the air, his watery little eyes constantly scanning downwards.
Ye Yuxi was walking in front with Zi Ling in her arms. A few dozen meters away, an old man half a century old was hanging behind him, seemingly wanting to wait until Ye Yuxi was far away from the city gate before taking action.
A hint of coldness gradually filled Ye Yuxi's eyes, and she stopped in front of a desolate valley.
"I've been following you for so long. Come out. If you don't come out, I'll leave." Ye Yuxi looked at the woods outside the valley, and the spiritual power in her body was already quietly moving.
"Girl, you are good at cultivation. It was the spiritual beast in your arms that reminded you that someone is following you." Half a hundred old men slowly walked out of the woods. At some point, they had already held a ghost-headed broad knife in their hands. There was a skull on the back of the knife. There are two scarlet gems on the head, which look quite strange.
"Did Zhong Chengde send you here?" Ye Yuxi raised her eyebrows and gently helped Zi Ling's fur in her arms with her jade hands.
"It doesn't matter who sent me here." The voice of the half-hundred-year-old man was low, and his sinister eyes stared at Ye Yuxi: "Give me the young ferret in your arms, and I will give you 100 million gold coins."
For Zi Ling
A trace of surprise flashed in Ye Yuxi's eyes. She thought that the person following him was sent by Zhong Chengde to take revenge, but it seemed that she was wrong.
"Bah-"
Zi Ling had already gained spiritual wisdom. When she heard that the middle-aged man wanted to spend gold coins to buy herself, she immediately started talking from Ye Yuxi's arms and bared her teeth in protest at the middle-aged man.
If Ye Yuxi hadn't stroked its forehead with her palm, Zi Ling might have transformed and prepared to attack.
Ye Yuxi felt Zi Ling's mood swings and smiled slightly at the middle-aged man: "It seems that my spirit beast doesn't like you very much."
"Miss, sell it to me, and I will have my own means to subdue it, otherwise..." The middle-aged man's tone dropped.
"What else?" Ye Yuxi's eyes showed a hint of amusement, already looking at the middle-aged man's cultivation. In the late stage of Xuanling, he was not at the same level as Zhong Chengde just now.
"Otherwise, I'm afraid the young lady will have to stay here forever." The middle-aged man's sinister eyes suddenly glared, he took two steps forward, and struck Ye Yuxi directly with the ghost-headed broad knife in his hand.
The two of them were tens of meters apart, but when the middle-aged man slashed with his broad sword, the two scarlet gems on it flickered strangely, and a sword light composed of spiritual power extended several meters forward and slashed directly towards Ye Yuxi.
Um? Spirit soldiers
Ye Yuxi's pupils shrank, a ball of light burst out from her toes, and her whole body floated back more than ten meters, avoiding the sharp sword light.
boom!
Mud was flying, and Xuan Ling's late-stage casual blow, even if it was just the spiritual power extending from the weapon, cut a ravine several meters deep on the ground!
Ye Yuxi's pretty face tightened, and she casually asked Zi Ling to step aside, already holding the Soul-Eating Blade in her hand.
"My ghost-headed sword has killed thirteen Xuanling masters, fifty-two Huangling masters, and countless ninth-level spiritual masters. The little girl knows this and gives me that mink. Maybe I can keep one for you. Life." The middle-aged man said in his mouth, and threw it with one hand. The ghost-headed sword circled around his body as if it was spiritual, and finally fell back into his hand.