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"I see that you are really impatient!" Miao Yi disdained the following, raised his head and stared, "Cheng Yingwu, I'll give you one last chance, you're not my opponent, don't be boring!"

"That's not likely!" Cheng Yingwu sneered, suddenly flicked his fingers, and took the lead in making a move, a pair of golden cymbals spun out, flashing red treasure light, and suddenly increased thousands of times, like two big bowls buckled, and suddenly hit Miao Yi.

Actually with a three-grade magic weapon made of crystal gold, it seems that a swarm of bees has been flowing in the sea of clouds and sand for many years, Miao Yi was slightly surprised, he dared to love with a magic weapon to rely on, no wonder he knew who he was and dared to do it.

Bang bang bang! Miao Yi, who couldn't dodge it, quickly shot out and attacked, hitting a pair of golden cymbals shaking left and right, but this pair of bowl-shaped things is more difficult to deal with, quickly avoiding the real and the virtual, no longer hard against you, the edge avoids you, and the hollow bulge directly covers you, boom! The two bowls are combined, and Miao Yi is directly covered in it.

There was a rumbling sound in the golden cymbals.

"That's it!" Cheng Yingwu snapped his fingers, with a look of wanton pleasure after getting what he wanted, and laughed heartily, "Yan Beihong, you also have today, look back at how the master cleaned you up, how you treated me at the beginning, I want to pay it back a thousand times and a hundred times!"

Someone below was surprised: "The sixth master, this person is the world-famous Yan Beihong?"

Cheng Yingwu shouted in the air, "That's right, that is, the Niu Er who lurked into the Fengyun Inn, what kind of invincible opponent in the Red Lotus Realm, this is our swarm of people who didn't go to join in the fun, and they didn't want to be in the limelight." Otherwise, he would have been cleaned up long ago. ”

Everyone looked at each other, excited, and shouted in unison: "The wisdom of the six masters!"

Miao Yi inside the golden cymbal faintly heard the words outside. I just feel funny, if Yan Beihong is really here, I'm afraid that your magic weapon won't be able to carry Yan Beihong's knife.

There was a knock outside, and Miao Yi looked up at the part of the knock above.

The closed golden cymbals had already fallen on the desert, and Cheng Yingwu stood on it, stepping on the edge with one foot and stepping on the bulging part of the golden cymbal with the other. With one hand on his waist and a gun in the other, he knocked on the golden cymbal, and jokingly said: "Yan Beihong." If you don't want to die, just call 'Grandma' to listen. ”

Miao Yi inside was angry and funny when he heard it, and said loudly: "Cheng Yingwu, did you ride too comfortably and want to find excitement last time?" I advise you to let go immediately. Otherwise, there will be a time for you to cry later. ”

The people who watched didn't know what kind of riding it was. But how can a man ride a woman? I took it for granted that I thought about it in a certain way, and a group of sand bandits immediately looked at Cheng Yingwu with strange eyes, could it be that the six masters were ridden by others?

They guessed correctly, they did ride, but it wasn't the glamorous riding style they imagined, it was a cruel and inhumane riding method.

Growing up in the sand bandits, I haven't seen anything unsightly, how can I not know the dirty thoughts that everyone misunderstood! Cheng Yingwu suddenly became angry. "I'll make your mouth hard!" caster pointed at the golden cymbal.

The golden cymbals under her feet immediately shrank by a notch, and the space inside naturally shrunk.

It's not just about shrinking. At the same time, dozens of golden thorns instantly grew in the golden cymbals, fortunately, Miao Yi reacted quickly, otherwise he would have been poked out of at least a few blood holes.

Miao Yi really didn't want to destroy this magic weapon, and wanted to keep it for herself, but this woman didn't listen to persuasion, and if she didn't go out again, she wouldn't have so many winds and waves coming over, but she overturned in the gutter.

As a last resort, the two praying mantis were released, avoiding the spikes, and lying on the top and bottom of the two bowls to bite. Even something as thick as the Linglong Pagoda can't bear the four-grade magic weapon of high-purity crystal gold, not to mention this thin gold cymbal, and the current praying mantis is far better than the original period in the treasure appreciation conference, and the consequences can be imagined.

"Yan Beihong, are you comfortable now? Are you calling it?" Cheng Yingwu sneered at the golden cymbals.

A bunch of minions shouted, "Do you want to call or not?"

Someone else shouted: "The six masters, you can't just shout, you have to kneel to shout to have fun." ”

"Good idea, Yan..." Cheng Yingwu's face suddenly changed, and the crunching sound in the golden cymbal began to think that Miao Yi was resisting inside, but he suddenly saw a curved hook blade-like thing emerging from the protrusion of the golden cymbal.

It was only a glance at the effort, and the golden cymbals under his feet had suddenly exploded into golden mist.

Everyone was shocked, Cheng Yingwu was shocked, and quickly swung a gun to stab, who knew that a cold light came first through the golden mist, poked her shoulder, collected the gun, and shot again, and smashed it on her waist, so fast that she couldn't react at all, so she directly smashed it and flew out.

Immediately afterwards, the fire swords shot out in all directions, like fireworks blooming in the golden mist that ignited fireballs one after another.

The dozens of people who gathered together and fled in panic immediately turned into fireballs and crashed into each other, and the screams were extremely terrible.

In the golden mist, Miao Yi waved his sleeves, cast a spell and directly swept away the golden mist, walked out with a gun in a hurry, swept around with cold eyes, and saw the panicked Cheng Yingwu flying away, he didn't bother to pay attention.

On the contrary, he raised his eyebrows when he saw the four minions guarding the surrounding sand dunes and hurriedly jumped on their mounts and fled. With another wave of his big sleeves, two praying mantis behind him swished away, and two screams were heard not far away.

The two praying mantis lifted two frosty people and threw them down, and quickly shot them away, and after a while, there were two screams in the distance, and two more people who were frozen through the chest by the 'sickle' were thrown at Miao Yi's feet.

Monk Qinglian didn't have the strength to fight back in the face of a praying mantis as big as a pig.

Miao Yi waved his hand, collected the two praying mantises, and quickly cleaned up the things on the four corpses, and with a sweep of the unicorn gun, a flame ignited the four corpses.

Immediately, he collected the things on the other fallen people, and then he took off into the air and chased in the direction of Cheng Yingwu's escape.

The person estimated the time that Cheng Yingwu could bear in the air, because Cheng Yingwu had already won his spark trick, and he couldn't escape far at all.

Suddenly seeing a vulture flying into the night sky from behind the sand dunes in the distance, Miao Yi raised his eyebrows, and with a flick of his hand, a praying mantis came out of the storage ring and shot to hunt.

Miao Yi then landed on the sand dunes in front of him, and his eyes fell on a piece of sand in the hollow that had moved slightly.

He really admired these sand bandits who had been fighting in the desert for a long time, if he hadn't known that the other party would not be able to escape far after his own spark trick, it was estimated that he was in this area, and there was a vulture take-off guide, which made him pay special attention to this place, and it was really possible that he was disguised by someone hiding under the sand.

The flying vulture had turned into a corpse and had been picked up by the praying mantis. As soon as the praying mantis took it away, it took the jade disc in the vulture's foot tube, and the handwriting inside was sloppy, apparently done in a hurry. I probably guessed something before I read the content, saying that Yan Beihong was here, and he had already landed, where was the direction he was hiding, and he was anxious to rescue.

The jade disc was directly pinched and exploded into dust, whew, blowing the ash of the palm, Miao Yi flashed the gun into the hollow, the unicorn gun was inserted into the ground, and a stream of fire drilled into the ground, and the calm sand on the side immediately trembled.

"Keep hiding, don't move, I'll see how long you can carry it!" Miao Yi sneered, the taste of the inner fire and the outer fire together must be good.

A piece of yellow sand was overturned, and the wolf bèi unbearable Cheng Yingwu turned out, struggling to stand up, holding a gun to guard Miao Yi, but his legs were trembling, the torment in his body was unimaginable to outsiders, and his eyes were full of horror.

Miao Yi threw the vulture's corpse to her, and Cheng Yingwu's eyes widened, but he didn't expect that even the last glimmer of hope would be cut off.

Miao Yi took the unicorn gun and said with a smile: "Cheng Yingwu, you are really impatient, I said that I don't care about you, you just don't believe in that evil, you have to get along with me, you don't know the height of the sky! If Yan Beihong is so easy to kill, it is your turn to do it? People like you are simply embarrassed to be a sand bandit." ”

"Don't come here!" Cheng Yingwu staggered back, his gun pointed at Miao Yi, who was slowly approaching.

Seeing that the other party was unmoved, and continued to press, Cheng Yingwu, who was in despair, roared with grief and indignation: "I'm fighting with you!"

As soon as Miao Yi raised his hand casually, he grabbed the gun that had no speed and no power in his hand, and with a shake of the gun, Cheng Yingwu was directly knocked to the ground, and stepped forward to step on Cheng Yingwu's full chest, trampling it half-sunk in the sand and couldn't move.

After erasing a trace of the magic source in the gun and directly storing it in the storage ring, Miao Yi leaned over and grabbed Cheng Yingwu's clothes and pulled it up, casting a spell to remove the invisible flame in her body, otherwise this woman would be seriously injured if she didn't die for a long time.

Cheng Yingwu, who was suffering from the torment in her body, just breathed a sigh of relief and screamed in fright, because the hall master of Miao was touching her again, and as soon as she struggled, Miao Yi cast a spell to seal her six senses, and she passed out directly.

The valuable things on her body were scavenged, and an iron chain tied her to death, and she was directly put into the beast's bag.

Miao Yi jumped on the sand dune, looking at the direction he came from, still thinking about the Netherworld Dragon Boat, compared to the Netherworld Dragon Ship, Cheng Yingwu's matter is not worth mentioning at all, and I don't know if the witch walker has a way to resolve the crisis, whether he will honor the promise to come to him after the New Year, because people can ignore him at all, and his only reliance is to know this secret, I don't know if there is coercion.

The Witchwalker actually managed to board the Nether Dragon Ship... Miao Yi muttered in his heart, and while he couldn't forget it, he sighed, identified the direction and flashed away.

In the middle of the night, Miao Yi broke through the floating clouds shrouded below from the starry sky, and landed in the courtyard of the Fengyun Inn, looking at the surroundings, there was not much change in the surroundings, hundreds of years have passed, and they have only been renovated several times, and the situation is under his control.

Walking into the inn, it was deserted, there was no table of guests, the turmoil of the Netherworld Dragon Boat had passed, but it had just added a legend to the sea of flowing clouds and sand, and the inn's business had long been less popular than it was then.

A few oil lamps flickered, dimming the light in the inn. The Confucian student behind the counter was meditating cross-legged, opened his eyes when he heard the footsteps, put his feet down, and greeted the guest with a smile: "What does the guest officer need?" (to be continued......