"Xintong, wait for me!" Zhao Xipin chased Du Xintong's figure anxiously and said to the four bodyguards, gritting his teeth and looking murderous, "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 wouldn't let that little fat guy go, sir, so I put tracking powder on him early in the morning. It won't take any effort to find him."

The power of blowing dust!"

"Well done! Ma Yong, I'll leave this matter to you! Kill that little fat guy for me, 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, and of course the little fat guy is not the only one doing business. These people gather at the entrance of Wusheng Valley all year round, earning spiritual stones by selling at low prices and high prices, and gradually formed a huge group of people. So in

Not far from the entrance of Wusheng Valley, a large residential area formed, 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 will lose face, and secondly, it will waste time and delay practice. Therefore, most of the people living in this settlement are just ordinary tribesmen.

of the lower class.

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 directly used his spiritual power to knock dozens of people to the ground. He still had some sense of control.

No one was killed, but many were injured.

"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 said, 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 so popular.

It can be used 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 this smell.

The traces of smell left in the air.

And this residential area was not only crowded with people, it was overcrowded. As soon as Ma Yong entered here, he could no longer recognize the smell of tracking powder, and naturally he had no way to 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: "I... I will take you there...
Chapter completed!