"What sound?"

The little girl who claimed to be Wanmei Villa really heard the two "chirps" just now.

The old man, who was looking at her kindly with his back bent, had already looked at the clay pot.

The little girl seemed to trust the old man's ears very much, and when she asked this question, her eyes looked at the old man behind her. At this time, seeing the old man's gaze looking diagonally ahead, her gaze immediately turned away.

As soon as she turned her gaze, she saw the clay pot at a glance.

The cliff is very empty, except for a big pine tree and the stone pavilion on the edge of the cliff, there are only some craggy and strange rocks around the cliff, and the clay jar is placed in the open place, as long as you are not blind, anyone can see it at a glance.

As soon as the little girl saw the clay pot, her eyes lit up, and she asked curiously, "What's in there?" By then, her people had already rushed over.

The wrinkles on the old man's face moved slightly, and a doting smile appeared, and his steps seemed to follow slowly.

His steps were obviously not fast, but he was not slowed down by the little girl who rushed over.

This method alone made Yang Zhen's pupils shrink slightly.

Master!

The old man's slow, steady, and fast back made Yang Zhen's heart sink slightly.

"Wow!! Is it a little dragon? It's so cute......"

As soon as the little girl ran to the clay pot and saw the two small dragons, one black and one silver, in the clay pot, her eyes lit up excitedly and she screamed excitedly.

And he stretched out his hand and stretched out into the clay jar.

"Come on! Xiaoyin, touch my sister ......"

As soon as she saw the two little dragons, she actually named the silver dragon.

"Chirp...... Haw...... Chirp ......"

The two little dragons in the clay pot were obviously frightened by this guy, and they screamed in panic.

As soon as Yang Zhen's figure moved, a distance of a few meters, he disappeared under his feet in an instant, and appeared next to the little girl, and the old man who followed the little girl was on the other side of the little girl.

Yang Zhen subconsciously avoided him.

Stretch out your right hand.

The knuckles clicked a few times in an instant, and Yang Zhen's right hand had already turned into a claw shape, grabbing the little girl's snow-white and soft right hand stretched out to the bottom of the clay pot.

"You've gone too far."

Yang Zhen looked at the little girl's face in surprise with flat eyes, and said lightly.

"You, you, you ......"

The little girl subconsciously struggled a few times, and when she struggled, there was obviously true qi vibrating on her snow-white and soft hands, but she struggled several times in a row, but the snow-white right hand that was grabbed by Yang Zhen did not move at all, as if it was fixed by an iron turn.

The old man standing on the right side of the little girl looked over and seemed to groan for a while, and then he suddenly stretched out his right hand, and the two fingers of the index and middle fingers were straight like a sword, and they pointed at the back of Yang Zhen's hand like smoke.

Obviously, it was pointed with two fingers, but it gave people the illusion of smoke and fog, making people suspect that they were dazzled.

As soon as Yang Zhen saw him make a move, he immediately let go of the little girl's hand, and hit the old man's smoke-like fingers with his right paw.

Completely different from the old man's fingers that were like smoke and mist, Yang Zhen's right claw was only fast and ruthless, and every move was clearly visible.

In an instant, he fought with the old man's finger sword in seven moves.

Claw shadow strike, grasp, catch, buckle, hold...... Do what you can.

The old man's finger sword became faster and faster as Yang Zhen's right claw attacked, and it quickly lost its initial smoke-like fog, and its speed was also rapidly increasing.

While dodging the old man's sword, Yang Zhen's right claw tried his best to pursue the back of the old man's hand and wrist, what he wanted was to avoid his sword and grab the back of his hand and wrist.

And the old man obviously had a similar mind, and while attacking the back of Yang Zhen's hand, wrist, and arm, the left hand that reached out was also trying his best to avoid Yang Zhen's right claw.

Both of them knew very well that as long as the opponent's grasping and fingering sword hit the back of their hand or wrist, or even their forearm, they could instantly abolish one of their hands.

When martial arts reach their level, it is already common for their fingers to penetrate the stone cave gold.

If you can't do it through the stone cave gold, it will be surprising.

It's just that the speed and change of moves of the two are the same fast, until the seventh move, the claws and finger swords of the two are in a hard fight.

The moment their claws and finger swords collided, a strange muffled sound suddenly sounded.

Yang Zhen's right claw and the old man's finger sword, as if two steel ingots suddenly collided together, actually emitted a trembling reverberating sound.

Yang Zhen's right hand and the old man's left hand trembled violently, and both of their feet couldn't stop taking two steps back in a row before they stopped almost at the same time.

"You deserve to be called the Eagle Claw King, your Eagle Claw skills are really good."

The old man's vicissitudes of life were extraordinarily bright at this time, and he looked directly at Yang Zhen's face with a shimmering voice, and his deep voice let out admiration.

"Are you really from Wanmei Villa?"

Yang Zhen was half-squinting at the old man at this time.

Yang Zhen has been practicing martial arts for many years, so he can naturally see that the finger sword used by the old man just now is clearly evolved from a set of swordsmanship.

A set of fingering techniques evolved from swordsmanship can be inseparable from his eagle claw skills, and you can imagine how powerful that set of swordsmanship is.

At this time, Yang Zhen somewhat believed that they were really from Wanmei Villa.

Without a set of extremely powerful sword techniques, it is impossible to create such a powerful sword finger.

"The old man Wanmei Villa's first sword slave, the third lady of my family likes that silver Jiao very much, and asks the little brother to cut his love! Wanmei Villa will remember the little brother's favor. ”

"First Sword Slave?"

Yang Zhen raised his eyebrows, and his surprise was overflowing.

The small stone standing not far away was even more surprised.

This old man who can fight with his master is actually just a sword slave of Wanmei Villa?

Although this sword slave is the first sword slave of Wanmei Villa.

But isn't the first sword slave still a sword slave?

Is Wanmei Villa really that powerful? A sword slave is so powerful?

Yang Zhen and Xiao Shi's hearts were full of shock at this time.

A sword slave is so powerful?

Could it be that the swordsmanship handed down by the sword god is really that powerful? A sword slave practiced the swordsmanship he left behind, can he be so powerful?

"Hey, hey! Proud! You've scratched me just now! If you don't want me to let Grandpa Sword Slave teach you a lesson, just hurry up and give me this little silver dragon! If you are reluctant to give it for nothing, I can give you 10,000 taels of silver! How about ten thousand taels of silver? Can you sell me? ”

The little girl, that is, the third lady of Wanmei Villa, stood beside the old man at this time, frowning and rubbing her snow-white jade hands, while loudly threatening Yang Zhen. Tried Yang Zhenneng to sell the silver little Jiao to her.

Proud?

Hearing this title, Yang Zhen was stunned for a moment, and then realized that she took the "proud" in the four words "Aotian Demon God" as his surname.

(To be continued)