Chapter 302

"Oh~~" Fatty understood what the Monkey King meant after hearing what Long Xiaopang said, happily took the Ziyuanberry and put it in his space ring.

He patted his chest and said to the Monkey King, "Don't worry, brother, I will definitely treat the little monkey as my own brother when I get out of this mountain range, and I will never let him be wronged!"

Ye Yuxi and Qing'er were speechless when they heard Fatty talk about their seniority...

The scene where the little monkey is separated from the monkey group is naturally reluctant to part.

Long Xiaopang got into Ye Yuxi's chaotic space before he set off. As for the little monkey, he still couldn't enter the chaotic space, and the fat man's shoulder became its special seat.

On the way back to the city, the speed of the few people is much faster than when they came here. The biggest difference is naturally Shi Qing. After this month of tempering, Shi Qing's physical condition can already catch up with the fat Qing'er They are gone, at least there is no problem with speed.

According to Ye Yuxi's observation, even if it is a fat man, it is impossible to beat Shi Qing within a hundred moves. In comparison, Shi Qing doesn't seem to be very powerful, but the fat man's cultivation is at the sixth level of a spirit master!

Several people came all the way to the outskirts of the mountains and entered the Tianshan Inn.

There were not many mercenaries eating in the inn in the morning, only a few mercenaries who lived in the inn and those passing by had breakfast here.

Not long after Ye Yuxi and his group sat down, the only two or three tables of guests in the inn were talking.

"Have you heard that the Scarlet Bewitching Girl in the city has not accepted the mission recently! Rumor has it that she was severely injured by someone!"

"How can it be? It is said that he went to the imperial capital to develop his power. The place of Ningyuan City is no longer enough for people to look at."

"If you don't know, don't talk nonsense, go to the imperial capital, let me tell you, listen to the people from the Spiritual Association..."

Ye Yuxi and the others sat in the chairs in silence, listening to the conversation of the neighbors, their faces became gloomy.

"Let's go back to the city." Ye Yuxi heard half of it, and suddenly made a decision.

No matter what the people at the next table said is true, but there is one thing that cannot be escaped. In recent days, something happened to Yewen Yeman and the others!

The fat man left a gold coin on the table, quickly called the kid over, took the horse, and they galloped back to Ningyuan City on fast horses.

When a few people arrived at Ningyuan City on fast horses, it was almost noon.

Ye Yuxi left Ningyuan City for more than a month. Before leaving, she told Yewen that Yeman used the new courtyard Mo Tianchou sent as a residence for training. Now I don’t know what happened to Yewen and the others. Ye Yuxi didn't go straight to the new mansion, but went back to the courtyard she bought first.

Squeak.

The fat man pushed open the wooden door of the courtyard.

Swish!

The fat man just pushed open the door of the small courtyard, and a sharp sword stabbed the fat man straight.

"I'll go!" The fat man stared, and his feet staggered to avoid the sword's edge.

Seeing that he missed the blow, the man who assassinated Fatty wanted to sweep his sword across Fatty's neck, but unfortunately his movements were much slower than Fatty's.

After the fat man made a wrong step, his two big hands were like pliers, and he clasped the sword-bearer's arm at once. With force from his waist, he threw the man out, stomped on the ground with one foot, and caught up with the man. Shaped, punched out.

"Fatty stop!"

In the split second between the two of them just now, Ye Yuxi, who was the second to enter the door, had already discovered the situation inside, and even clearly saw the general appearance of the man who assassinated the fat man! He stopped the fat man loudly.

call!

Hearing Ye Yuxi's scolding, the fat man stopped his fist in front of the assassin's nose.