Chapter 1007

"you don't care who I am. As long as I don't agree, you can't realize your dream."

It was Zhang Xing and Ruan Mei.

After listening outside for a long time, he learned that it was the assassin group fighting inside.

It's just been cleaned up together, and there's an unexpected harvest.

"What generation of disciples are you? I wonder if there is a meeting here? "

Yan Tong asked in a cold voice.

There are many disciples like Zhang Xing in the silver hall, but few can enter the headquarters.

They are generally the talents of which elder, or younger generation with kinship.

All the others were puzzled. They didn't know each other.

You look at me, I look at you, they all shake their heads.

It's amazing. Who are these two teenagers?

A bunch of question marks appeared in their minds at the same time.

Zhang Xing ignored Yan Tong and went straight to a table and sat down with Ruan Mei.

The whole audience was stunned.

Whose disciple is this? Is he too bold? I don't know that all the people here are elders?

"Be bold! Is this where you come from? Is there a seat for you? "

"Give your name quickly. Whose disciple is it?"

Yan Tong has clenched his fist. If the boy continues to be arrogant, he will immediately kill him, regardless of who he is.

Zhang Xing didn't hear of it. He also picked up the teacup on the table and waved. He took a pot of tea from the table next to him. He poured a cup of tea and tasted it leisurely.

"Good, good tea."

As he drank, he nodded and commented.

Can these big men still drink ordinary tea? They are very rare tea with aura.

Yan Tong was so angry that he almost exploded when he saw Zhang Xing.

He stood up with a gloomy face and walked towards Zhang Xing step by step.

"Boy, you want to die!"

He raised his hand to Zhang Xing's neck. Food novel www.meishi2008.com

He wanted to crush Zhang Xing's throat and throw it out of the hall.

Zhang Xing did not look at him in the eye, still ziziziping tea.

Everyone else's eyes were focused on his right hand.

It seems that in the blink of an eye, this arrogant teenager will die in this capture.

However, the next moment, let all the killers shocked the scene appeared.

I saw the boy's wrist move.

Whoa!

The tea in the teacup splashed Yan Tong's face.

His claw carrying the strong wind is only half an inch away from the throat of a teenager, but he can't move forward for some reason.

Is it just a cup of tea on his face that makes a five-star warrior stop the killer?

It's obviously impossible, and the big guys here won't believe that's why.

Yan Tong himself did not know why to stop.

But he didn't think about it.

At the moment, his full of anger had already flushed into his face.

He took back his right hand, wiped his face, and kept nodding his head.

"Good, good!"

"Son of a bitch, how dare you pour tea on my face, I will kill you!"

Then he stretched out his right hand again, bent his fingers into claws and grasped Zhang Xing's throat.

"Click!"

He felt what he had caught in his hand, and without hesitation, he pinched it hard.

Then, Yan Tong felt wrong.

In a twinkling of an eye, where is the boy's throat, is clearly a tea cup.

And his hand was still half an inch from his throat.

"Ha ha, it seems that your hand is useless. I can't grasp the two chances given to you. It's useless to keep it. Chop it."

At the same time, people saw a flash of cold light, a clap, one hand broke and fell to the ground.