Chapter 4160 Treasure Hunt Spirit Mouse

Leng Shuang next to him said lightly: "Du Fan's foot, he will be disabled even if he doesn't die." That foot not only hurt his back, but also hurt his internal organs. Top-level medicine pill treatment, he can be considered useless.

The fan in Du Fan's hand opened with a swoosh, fanned the wind gently, and said helplessly: "I didn't want to be so rude, but this person is courting death himself, and he can't blame me." After speaking, he walked forward. go.

"I don't know who these people are, and they are too crazy. In front of so many people on the street, they use the sleeve arrow." Ye Feifei said, seeing one of the monks sitting down with the sleeve arrow stuck in the shoulder, he quickly walked up go.

"I'll help you pull out the sleeve arrow!"

"This... No, no need." The man's face was pale, and he seemed to be frightened. Or, after seeing the power of Du Fan's kick, when he saw the girl come forward to help him pull the arrow, The fluttering eyes of the man holding the fan swept over, and he suddenly felt flustered and frightened.

"Otherwise, you can go to the medical center and let someone help you pull out the wound and clean the wound before stopping the bleeding." Ye Feifei didn't force it when he saw the other's look of fear, but just told him to go to the medical center quickly.

"Yes, thank you girl." The man quickly got up and went to the hospital.

And the few people in black suits have quickly brought the dead wind wolf corpse and the fainted companion back away...

The three came to Feng Jiu and called out, "Master."

Feng Jiu's gaze fell on the cultivator outside who handed the child back to the woman, but couldn't stand up for a while, she said to Du Fan, "Send that person to the medical center! Just go back to the inn later. already."

Du Fan was slightly stunned, followed her gaze, and when he saw a cultivator slowly moving towards the corner with a painful expression on his face, he responded, "Yes." Then he went out.

"Master, look I bought a pet." Ye Feifei took the little spirit mouse from his arms and put it on the table.

Feng Jiu glanced at her and raised her brows slightly: "This is not an ordinary spirit mouse." She looked at her and asked, "Where did you buy it?"

Ye Feifei was very happy to hear that the master said that it was not an ordinary spirit mouse, and said, "I bought it from a monk who set up a street stall. He sells spirit pets there. This little spirit mouse bit me, and I found out. Its intelligence is higher than that of ordinary spirit mice, so I bought it."

"Your spirit mouse's eyes are gold and blue, but it looks like a treasure-hunting spirit mouse." Feng Jiu smiled and glanced at the huddled little spirit mouse. She has ancient coercion on her body, and a little spirit mouse dare not approach her.

"Ah? Treasure hunting spirit mouse? The master means, is this a spirit mouse that can find treasures?" Ye Feifei asked in surprise.

"I'll go back and look through the book of beasts to see if it's correct." She said, her voice paused, and she said with a smile, "However, nine times out of ten, it's not wrong."

"Great!" She couldn't hide her joy and laughed.

Leng Shuang watched from the side with a smile. Speaking of which, Ye Feifei's luck seems to have always been good.

"Let's go! Go back to the inn." She stood up, settled the bill and left with them, heading for the inn.

On the other side, the black-clothed cultivators who returned to the spirit beast field reported the matter to their master, and after explaining the matter, they stood aside, waiting for their master's orders.

Hearing their words, the middle-aged man sitting in the main seat pondered for a while, and said, "I know about this, let's step back!"