Main Text Chapter 707: Embarrassing the Sand Bandits

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"I think you are really tired of living!" Miao Yi said disdainfully to the people below, looking up and staring, "Cheng Yingwu, I'll give you one last chance, you are not my opponent, don't make yourself unhappy!"

"That's not necessarily true!" Cheng Yingwu sneered, suddenly flicked his fingers, took the lead, a pair of golden cymbals flew out, flashed red gem light, suddenly increased a thousand times, like two big bowls clasped together, suddenly hit Miao Yi. 　Chapter update fastest

There is actually a third-grade magic weapon made of crystal gold. It seems that the swarm of bees that have been roaming the Flowing Cloud Sand Sea for many years are not vegetarians. Miao Yi was slightly surprised. It turns out that there is a magic weapon to rely on. No wonder he dared to attack even if he knew who he was.

Bang bang bang! Miao Yi, who was unable to dodge, quickly fired his gun and attacked continuously, causing the pair of golden cymbals to shake left and right. However, this pair of bowl-shaped objects was more difficult to deal with. They quickly avoided the real and attacked the virtual. They no longer fought head-on, avoided you with the edges, and directly covered you with the hollow bulge. Bang! The two bowls met, directly covering Miao Yi.

The golden cymbals rumbled continuously.

"Done!" Cheng Yingwu snapped his fingers, laughing heartily with a look of wanton pleasure after getting what he wanted. "Yan Beihong, you have come to this day. Look back and see how I will deal with you. I will repay you a thousand times for what you did to me!"

Someone below was surprised and said, "Sixth Boss, is this person the world-famous Yan Beihong?"

Cheng Yingwu shouted in the air, "Yes! It is the Niu Er who lurked in Fengyun Inn. What is the invincible in the Red Lotus Realm? It's because we didn't join in the fun and didn't want to be in the limelight. Otherwise, he would have been dealt with long ago."

Everyone looked at each other, excited, and shouted in unison: "Sixth Boss's wisdom!"

Miao Yi in the golden cymbal heard the words outside. He just felt funny. If it was really Yan Beihong, your magic weapon might not be able to withstand Yan Beihong's knife.

Dangdangdang! There was a knock outside, and Miao Yi looked up at the knocked part.

The closed cymbals had already fallen on the desert, and Cheng Yingwu stood on them, with one foot on the edge and one foot raised to step on the raised part of the cymbals. With one hand on his waist and the other holding a gun and hitting the cymbals, he jokingly said, "Yan Beihong. If you don't want to die, shout 'aunt' to hear it."

Miao Yi inside was angry and amused, and shouted, "Cheng Yingwu, did you feel too comfortable when I rode you last time and want to find excitement? I advise you to let go immediately. Otherwise, you will cry later."

The people who listened didn't know what kind of riding method it was. But how else can a man ride a woman? Naturally, they thought about it in a certain direction. A group of sand bandits immediately looked at Cheng Yingwu with strange eyes. Could it be that the sixth boss had been ridden by someone?

They were not wrong. He had indeed been ridden, but it was not the kind of erotic riding method they imagined, but a cruel and inhumane riding method.

Growing up among the bandits, she had seen all kinds of unbearable things, so how could she not know the dirty thoughts of everyone's misunderstanding! Cheng Yingwu was immediately angry and said sternly: "I'll let you be stubborn!" She cast a spell and pointed at the golden cymbal.

Swish! The golden cymbal under her feet immediately shrank by a level, and the space inside naturally shrank as well.

It was not just as simple as shrinking. At the same time as shrinking, dozens of golden thorns instantly grew out of the golden cymbal. Fortunately, Miao Yi reacted quickly, otherwise at least a few blood holes would be poked out.

Miao Yi really didn't want to destroy this magic weapon and wanted to take it for himself, but this woman didn't listen to his advice. If she didn't go out, she would have capsized in the gutter after so many storms.

As a last resort, the two mantises were released, avoiding the sharp thorns, and lying on the two bowls that were closed up and down to bite. Even something as thick as the Linglong Pagoda, a fourth-grade magic weapon made of high-purity crystal gold, couldn't withstand it, let alone this thin golden cymbal. The current mantis is far better than the one at the treasure appraisal conference. The consequences can be imagined.

"Yan Beihong, do you feel comfortable now? Are you going to scream?" Cheng Yingwu sneered while hitting the golden cymbal with his gun.

A group of minions followed and shouted: "Are you going to scream?"

Someone else shouted: "Sixth boss, it's not enough to just scream, you have to kneel down and scream to satisfy yourself."

"Good idea, Yan..." Cheng Yingwu's face suddenly changed. At first, he thought the creaking sound in the golden cymbal was Miao Yi resisting inside, but he suddenly saw a curved hook-like blade-like thing coming out from the protruding part of the golden cymbal.

It was only a glance, and the golden cymbal under his feet suddenly exploded into golden mist.

Everyone was shocked, Cheng Yingwu was shocked, and quickly stabbed with her gun, but a cold light broke through the golden mist first and stabbed her shoulder. He put away his gun, and then took out his gun again, hitting her waist horizontally, so fast that she couldn't react at all, and directly smashed it away.

Then the fire swords shot in all directions, like fireworks blooming in the golden mist, igniting fireballs.

Dozens of people who were surrounded and fled in panic immediately turned into fireballs and collided with each other, screaming miserably.

In the golden mist, Miao Yi waved his sleeves and cast a spell to directly sweep away the golden mist. He walked out with his gun in his hands without any hurry, and looked around coldly. Seeing the panicked Cheng Yingwu flying away, he didn't bother to pay attention.

Instead, he saw the four minions on guard on the surrounding sand dunes jump on their mounts and flee in panic, and raised his eyebrows. He concealed his true appearance and came here, how could he let people leak the news. He waved his sleeves again, and the two mantises behind him flew into the air. Two screams were heard not far away.

Whoosh! Two mantises picked up two frosty people and threw them down, then quickly shot into the air. Soon, two more screams were heard in the distance, and two more people who were frozen by the "scythe" were thrown at Miao Yi's feet.

The Qinglian monk had no power to fight back against the mantises as big as pigs.

Miao Yi waved his hand, collected the two mantises, and quickly cleaned up the things on the four bodies. With a sweep of the Qilin Spear, a flame ignited the four bodies.

Then he collected the things on the bodies of the other dead people, and then flew into the air, chasing the direction where Cheng Yingwu fled.

In the air, the man estimated the time Cheng Yingwu could withstand, because Cheng Yingwu had been hit by his Star Fire Art and could not escape far.

Suddenly, he saw a eagle flying from behind the sand dunes in the distance to the night sky. Miao Yi raised his eyebrows, and a mantis came out of the storage ring and shot it to hunt.

Miao Yi then landed on the sand dune in front of him, and cast his eyes on a patch of sand in the depression that was slightly moving.

He really admired these sand bandits who had been hanging around in the desert for a long time. If he hadn't known that the other party couldn't escape far after being hit by his Star Fire Art, and estimated that they were in this area, plus the take-off guidance of the eagle, which made him pay special attention to this place, it is possible that they were disguised by the people hiding under the sand.

The flying eagle had become a corpse and was brought back by the mantis. The mantis took it back and took out the jade disc from the foot tube of the eagle. The handwriting inside was sloppy, and it was obviously completed in a hurry. Before reading the content, I probably guessed some of it, saying that Yan Beihong was coming, that I had been tricked, and where I was hiding, and urgently asked for help.

Bang! The jade disc was directly crushed into dust. Huh, blowing the ash from his palm, Miao Yi flashed into the depression with his gun, and the Qilin gun was inserted into the ground. A stream of fire drilled into the ground, and the calm sand on the side immediately shook.

"Keep hiding, don't move, I want to see how long you can hold on!" Miao Yi sneered, the taste of the internal and external fire tormenting together must be good.

Crash! A piece of yellow sand was overturned, and the embarrassed Cheng Yingwu turned out, struggling to stand up, holding a gun to guard Miao Yi, but her legs were shaking, the torment in her body was unimaginable to outsiders, and her eyes were full of fear.

Miao Yi threw the body of the eagle to her, Cheng Yingwu widened her eyes, and did not expect that even the last ray of hope was cut off.

Miao Yi put away the Qilin gun and said with a smile: "Cheng Yingwu, you are really tired of living, I said I won't bother with you, but you just don't believe that evil, and you have to make things difficult for me, you are simply ignorant of the height of the sky and the depth of the earth! If Yan Beihong is so easy to kill, it is still your turn to do it? People like you are a shame to the sand bandits."

"Don't come over!" Cheng Yingwu staggered back, pointing the gun in his hand at Miao Yi who was slowly approaching.

Seeing that the other party was unmoved and continued to press forward, Cheng Yingwu, who was in despair, screamed in grief and anger: "I will fight you!" and suddenly stabbed with the gun.

Miao Yi casually raised his hand and grabbed the gun that had no speed and power in his hand. He cast a spell and shook the gun barrel, directly knocking Cheng Yingwu to the ground. He stepped forward and stepped on Cheng Yingwu's full chest, half sinking into the sand and unable to move.

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

Cheng Yingwu, who was suffering from the torture in her body, just breathed a sigh of relief and screamed in fear, because the Great Hall Master Miao was touching her again. As soon as she struggled, Miao Yi cast a spell to seal her six senses and she fainted directly.

He searched her body for valuables, tied her up with an iron chain, and put it directly into the beast bag.

Miao Yi dodged and jumped onto the sand dune, looking in the direction he came from, still thinking about the Nether Dragon Boat. Compared with the Nether Dragon Boat, Cheng Yingwu's matter was not worth mentioning at all. He didn't know whether Wu Xingzhe could resolve the crisis or fulfill his promise to come to him after the New Year, because he could ignore him. His only reliance was knowing this secret, and he didn't know if it was coercive.

Wu Xingzhe actually had a way to board the Nether Dragon Boat... Miao Yi muttered in his heart, and after thinking about it, he sighed, identified the direction and dodged.

In the middle of the night, Miao Yi broke through the floating clouds below from the starry sky and landed in the yard of Fengyun Inn. He looked around and saw that there was not much change. It had only been renovated several times after hundreds of years. The situation was under his control.

Walking into the inn, it was cold and deserted, without a table of guests. The storm of the Nether Dragon Boat had passed, and it only added another legend to Liuyun Sand Sea, and the business of the inn was no longer as popular as it was then.

The flickering lights of several oil lamps made the light in the inn dim. The scholar behind the counter was sitting cross-legged in meditation. He opened his eyes when he heard the footsteps, put his feet down, and greeted the guest with a smile: "What can I do for you, sir?" (To be continued...)