Chapter 1007: Useless hand, break it

"You don't care who I am, as long as I don't agree, you can't achieve your dreams."
The visitors are Zhang Xing and Ruan Mei.
He listened outside for a long time, and learned that the (killing sha) band was fighting inside the nest.
Just packed together, and there are unexpected gains.
"Which generation of disciples are you? I wonder if there is a meeting here?"
Yan Tong asked coldly.
There are many disciples as big as Zhang Xing, but there are very few who can enter the headquarters.
They are usually the talents of the elders or the younger ones who have relatives.
Everyone else was confused, neither of them knew each other.
You look at me, I look at you, they all shake their heads.
It's weird. Who are these two boys?
A bunch of question marks appeared in their heads at the same time.
Zhang Xing ignored Yan Tong, walked straight to a table, and sat down with Ruan Mei generously.
The audience was stunned.
Whose disciple is this, too brave, don't you know that the people here are all elder-level characters?
"Bold! Is this where you came? Is there a place for you to sit?"
"Hurry up and report your name, who is your disciple!"
Yan Tong has already clenched his fists. If the boy is arrogant, he will immediately (kill sha) him, no matter who he is.
If Zhang Xingye hadn't heard it, he held up the tea cup on the table, beckoned, took a pot of tea from the table next to him, poured a cup, and tasted it leisurely.
"Yes, good tea."
He drank and nodded his comments.
Can these big guys still drink ordinary tea? They are very rare teas with aura.
When Yan Tong saw Zhang Xing, he was about to explode.
He stood up (body sh n), (yin yin) with a calm face, step by step towards Zhang Xing.
"Boy, you're looking for death!"
Then, he raised his hand and grabbed Zhang Xing's neck.
He wanted to crush Zhang Xing's throat and throw it out of the hall.
Zhang Xing didn't even look at him, still savouring tea.
Everyone else's gaze was focused on his right hand.
It doesn't seem that in a blink of an eye, this proud boy will be killed under this grasp.
However, the next moment, a scene that shocked all the (sha-sha) bosses appeared.
I saw the teenager's wrist move.
Wow!
The tea in the tea cup splashed Yan Tong's face.
The claw of his carrier's strong wind was only half an inch away from the boy's throat, but for no reason, he couldn't move forward.
Is it just that a cup of tea has been poured on his face, so that a five-star warlord can stop (kill sha)?
Obviously it is impossible, and the big brothers here will not believe it is the reason.
Yan Tong, the party concerned, did not know why he stopped.
But he didn't think about it.
At this moment his anger had rushed to his face.
Take back your right hand, wipe your face, and keep nodding.
"good very good!"
"Little bunny, how dare you splash my face with tea, I want to kill you!"
He stretched out his right hand again, bent his fingers into claws, and grabbed Zhang Xing's throat.
"Click!"
He felt something in his hands, hesitated without hesitation.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Tong felt wrong.
At a glance, where is this boy's throat, clearly a tea cup.
And his hand was still half an inch from his throat.
"Oh, your hand seems a bit useless. I won't be able to grasp it twice. It's useless to keep it. Chop it."
At the same time as the voice rang, everyone saw a flash of cold light and a click, and one hand broke off with the wrist and fell to the ground.