Chapter 1627: The endangered woman of Fenghua! (1)

"Heartheart, wait for me!" Zhao Xipin pursued Du Xintong's figure with his eyes anxiously, while screaming at the four bodyguards, his face was murderous. "The little fat man took away a thousand pieces of Lingshi. Can I promise? Is there any way to find him?"
Four bodyguards immediately walked out of a thin middle-aged man, and smiled evilly. "I expected that the young man would not let go of the little fat man, so I had a trace powder on his body in the morning, to find him, no fee. The power of blowing dust!"
"Good job! Ma Yong, this matter will be handed over to you! Give me the little fat man, and bring me one thousand pieces of Lingshi back!" Zhao Xipin looked sharp and said.
"The son is relieved, that little fat man is dead!"
With the guarantee of Ma Yong, Zhao Xipin smiled with satisfaction and took the other three bodyguards to chase Du Xintong and Iron Shu. [
Qin Dongben didn't want to take care of his own affairs, but the little fat man was quite smooth to his eyes. Secondly, Zhao Xipin was really abominable. After thinking about it, he still followed Ma Yong and fell into the crowd.
The flow of people in Wusheng Valley is so prosperous, of course, not only a small fat man. These people gather at the entrance of Wusheng Valley all the year round, earning a spiritual stone through low sales, and gradually forming a huge crowd. So not far from the entrance of Wusheng Valley, a large area of ​​settlement was formed, and in all of them, the same thing happened to the little fat man.
Of course, such a business, the real monk is not willing to do. One is to lose face, the second is also a waste of time, delaying practice. Therefore, most of the people living in this concentrated area are ordinary people, and they are the bottom class of the world.
When Ma Yong, a six-level monk, appeared in this settlement, it immediately caused a sensation. At the same time, dozens of people came up and wrapped up with Ma Yong. He thought he had any treasures. sell.
At the beginning, Ma Yong had a smile on his face, and he still had a smile on his face. In the end, he finally lost his patience and shouted loudly and directly used dozens of people to shake the ground. Still, he is measured and has no life, but there are not a few injuries.
"You!" Ma Yong pointed out that he grabbed a man from the ground and asked, "Do you know a little fat man?" He said, the image of the little fat man was roughly described.
I didn’t think that this little fat man was a celebrity in this settlement. When Ma Yong’s words were finished, the man shouted.
You are talking about Qian Fei, I know him, I know.

Tracking powder is a magical thing, but it has its limitations and is most afraid of people. Because the tracking powder is made from a special flower with its special and long-lasting scent, it is this scent that allows it to be traced. However, this smell, although once stained, is difficult to get rid of, but it is easily covered by the smell of people, especially in a crowded environment, it is difficult to distinguish this taste in the air. Traces left behind.
And this concentrated area, not only a lot of people, is simply overcrowded. When Ma Yonggang entered here, he could no longer tell the taste of the tracking powder, and naturally he could not find the whereabouts of the little fat man.
"Qian Fei? Quickly said, where does he live?"
When Ma Yong was excited, the power bloomed. The man who was caught by him couldn’t stand it. His face was cold and sweaty, and he was not only stunned. He only left the nod: "I... I will take you there...