Chapter 79 Mantis Catches Cicadas, Qiao Yun is behind

Qiao Yun shouted for a long time, but the black mandarin did not respond. Obviously, the little guy has fallen asleep.

Although the scene is chaotic, everyone's strength is very high. Qiao Yun took the opportunity to grab it alone, and the probability of success is very small. Even if he grabs a thousand-foot shield, it will certainly attract many people to besiege. This is also Qiao Yun's biggest concern, so he had to let the black man secretly grab it.

In desperation, Qiao Yun unscrewed the black loach in his sleeve robe and said with a smile, "Black loach, let's go to eat roast chicken..."

"Where, where..." As soon as the black loach twisted in Qiao Yun's hand heard the roast chicken, a pair of small eyes immediately glowed and drooled.

The black roach looked around, not to mention roast chicken, not even a chicken feather.

"Hmm~~~. Boss, you came to lie to me again..." The black roe struggled out of Qiao Yun's hand and stood on the ground humanely. His two small claws held his chest in his arms, his little head raised, and his two small eyes rolled twice and hummed dissatisfiedly.

Look at such a humane black dove. Qiao Yun couldn't help laughing and said, "Black roach, as long as you help me get things done, the boss will invite you to roast chicken, not to mention one, even if it's a hundred, I'm willing to treat you..."

As soon as he heard the roast chicken, the black mandarin drooled, and his scarlet tongue licked the saliva on his little mouth and asked solemnly: "Big boss, are you true? Don't lie to me... Otherwise, I will tell Lin Ziyan to see how she will deal with you..."

Qiao Yun smiled.

The blood eagle taught seven people to be entangled with middle-aged men. And Kuang Guoqiang was also surrounded by more than 20 people.

Bramu sneered and said, "Ming Chief Kuang, please hand over the thousand-foot shield..."

Kuangguo's strong tiger glanced at it for a week, waved the Qinglong Yanyue knife in his hand twice, and the blue light soared, and shouted coldly; "It's up to you... If you want a thousand-foot shield, there is no way..."

"Mt. Kuang, don't blame us for robbing..." Bramu snorted coldly.

"A dholy boy actually hit me on the head. Today, I will teach you a good lesson for your father..." After saying that, he stepped on a false step, followed by a scream, and the big knife in his hand split a fifth-level master.

The blood stained on the knife's hand fell to the ground along the tip of the knife, and the robe on his body fluttered. Kuang Guoqiang forcibly swallowed the heat in his throat and shouted coldly, "Who else wants to try it? You, you, and you..."

The big knife in his hand pointed to the five-level masters surrounded one by one.

Split the fifth-level master with one knife. All the people became guilty and looked at each other.

Bramu shouted; "Calm down, everyone. He has been seriously injured. It won't be long before we can go together..."

After saying that, more than 20 masters besieged Kuang Guoqiang.

The scene was also extremely chaotic. The middle-aged man fought against the seven people of the Blood Eagle Religion, and the two sides held each other. The middle-aged man who killed a man and a woman gradually fell behind.

On this side, Kuang Guoqiang was besieged by more than 20 masters. After killing four or five, he gradually became unsupported. In the end, in order to save his life, he still allowed them to grab thousands of shields in mid-air and took the opportunity to escape.

At the moment when the thousand-foot shield was still in mid-air, the middle-aged man, the blood eagle religion, Bramu and other targets gathered on the ancient scroll.

Qiao Yun, who was lurking alone in the dark, also locked his eyes on a thousand-foot shield. But now there are still so many people who can't grab it, so they have to seize another opportunity.

"Get out of here..." A man with a big knife cut down the left arm of the man in front of him with a thousand-foot shield in his left hand and took over the thousand-foot shield.

"Ah~~~." The man was not happy with a thousand-foot shield in his hand. In a few seconds, he was blown through his chest by a fist and screamed, and the thousand-foot shield was robbed by another person.

Just as the thousand-foot shield was about to fall into the hands of a middle-aged man, it was stopped in front by the five people of the Blood Eagle Sect. The middle-aged man waved his robe, and the fighting spirit in his body surged. His whole body sent out invisible pressure and roared; "If you don't want to die, get far away..."

"Qin Lei, you stole the secret method of this religion and killed my two brothers and sisters. What is the majesty of the Blood Eagle Religion..."

Qin Lei laughed and said, "Where is the majesty? Your Red Eagle religion is not a good thing, it's just a robber with a good reputation..."

"You are presumptuous, you despise the blood eagle religion so much..." The blood eagle religion was said to be a robber by Qin Lei, and the five people in red robe were furious.

Looking at them fighting for the death of a thousand-foot shield, Bramu was also anxious and shouted to more than a dozen men: "Damn, what are you still doing here? Hurry up and grab it..."

"Yes, young master..." More than a dozen men immediately joined the struggle to grab a thousand-foot shield.

These people only have a thousand shields in their eyes, and they kill each other regardless of their past friendship. Many people died in this battle.

In the end of the competition, a thousand-foot shield fell into Bramu's hands.

A happy smile appeared on his handsome face, greedy eyes looked at the scroll in his hand, and stroked his hands for a while. Bramu laughed and said, "Thousands of shields, thousands of shields, I don't know how many people have bled for you today, but finally fell into my hands..."

At this time, a blue figure flashed in the broken house not far away.

"Who is it? Ah...." The man died under Qiao Yun's fist before he had time.

"He even dared to grab a thousand-foot shield..." Before Bramu finished his words, there was a scream around him. Just as he was negligently, a golden streamer flashed, and the scroll in his hand suddenly hooked by something and suddenly fell out of his hand.

The two small claws of the black mandarin held the scroll, and his figure quickly sank into the secluded alley.

"Where did the thousand-foot shield and thousand-foot shield go?" By the time Bramu reacted, his hand was already empty.

Bramu's face was ferocious, his eyes were blood-red, and his hands tightened the skirts under one of his hands, and roared for forgiveness; "Did you take that scroll? Where have you been...?"

When the black mandarin stole the thousand-foot shield, Bramu's eyes were all focused on Qiao Yun. How did he know who stole the scroll? Is it a ghost robbery?