"Xintong, wait for me!" Zhao Xipin chased Du Xintong's figure anxiously, and said to the four bodyguards with a murderous look on his face, gritting his teeth, "That little fat guy just took away a thousand spiritual stones from me. How can I agree? Is there any way to find him? "
A thin middle-aged man immediately walked out of the four bodyguards. He smiled evilly and said, "I had expected that you would not let that little fat man go, sir, so I put tracking powder on him early in the morning. It would be easy to find him." The power of blowing dust!”
"Well done! Ma Yong, I'll leave this matter to you! Kill that little fat guy and bring me back my thousand spiritual stones!" Zhao Xipin said with a stern look on his face.
"Don't worry, young master, that little fat guy is dead!"
After receiving Ma Yong's assurance, Zhao Xipin smiled with satisfaction and took three other bodyguards to chase Du Xintong and Uncle Tie. [
Qin Dong didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but firstly, the little fat man liked him, and secondly, Zhao Xipin was really hateful. After thinking about it, he followed Ma Yong and disappeared into the crowd.
The flow of people in Wusheng Valley is so prosperous, of course the little fat man is not the only one doing business. These people gather at the entrance of Martial Saint Valley all year round, earning spiritual stones by selling at low prices and high prices, and gradually form a huge group of people. As a result, a large residential area formed not far from the entrance of Wusheng Valley, and nine out of ten of them were doing the same thing as the little fat man.
Of course, real monks are not willing to do such a job. Firstly, it is a loss of face, and secondly, it is a waste of time and delays cultivation. Therefore, most of the people living in this settlement are just ordinary tribesmen, who can be regarded as the bottom class of this world.
When a sixth-level monk like Ma Yong appeared in this settlement, it immediately caused a sensation. At the same time, dozens of people rushed up and pestered Ma Yong, thinking that he had some treasure. sell.
At first, Ma Yong still had a smile on his face because he had such a sense of superiority. In the end, he finally lost his patience. With a loud roar, he knocked dozens of people to the ground with his spiritual power. Calculated, he was measured and didn't kill anyone, but there were also a lot of injuries.
"You!" Ma Yong pointed, grabbed a man from the ground, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know a little fat man?" As he spoke, he gave a rough description of the little fat man.
Unexpectedly, this little fat man was still a celebrity in this residential area. As soon as Ma Yong finished speaking, the man shouted, "You are talking about Qian Fei. I know him. I know him."
Although tracking powder is magical, it also has its limitations. It is most afraid of large numbers of people. Because tracking powder is made from a special kind of flower, it has its own special and long-lasting smell. It is this smell that makes it useful for tracking. However, although this kind of smell is difficult to get rid of once it is stained, it is easily covered by the smell emitted by people. Especially in a crowded environment, it is difficult to distinguish the smell of this smell in the air. traces left behind.
And this residential area is not only crowded, it is simply overcrowded. As soon as Ma Yong entered this place, he could no longer recognize the smell of tracking powder, so naturally he could not find the whereabouts of the little fat man.
"Qian Fei? Tell me quickly, where does he live?"
When Ma Yong was excited, his power blossomed. The man caught by him couldn't bear it. Cold sweat dripped from his face and his whole body was trembling. He could only nod his head: "I... I will take you there..."