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It is worthy of Laura who almost slaughtered Yamatai Island by herself. At this moment, she is no longer the little girl who will cry when she kills a deer. It was too late, but she deftly let go of Saba's hand, grabbed the wrist joint and pressed it down, while the other hand passed behind the elbow and acted as the fulcrum of the lever.

This is one of the joint skills that Nan Xiao taught her on the ship. The principle of leverage is very simple. Every centimeter of the opponent's forearm will consume twice as much strength to fight. As long as you master the skill, even a girl with less strength can easily break the elbow joint of a macho man.

With a click, Sabah dislocated his elbow and everyone in the tavern heard him screaming.

Dislocation is only one part of the arthropic technique. After Nan Xiao's personal improvement, I will kill people, pay attention to killing with one blow, and will never leave my hand halfway.

Laura grabbed Saba's arm as she wiped it down his throat. Sabah instinctively lowered her head to protect her neck, and Laura took advantage of the situation to hold the back of his head and push him forward. With this move, Sabah caught fire without turning his brain, and was pushed out like a wooden fish, banging on the counter.

The tavern counter was a very hard teak, made of the planks of a retired sail battleship. During the naval battle with Spain, the iron ball with a large head would bounce off when hit. No matter how hard the red-haired man's head is, it can't be as hard as an iron ball cannonball.

was hit hard, and the red-haired man was furious. He stumbled to his feet and suddenly pulled a knife from his lower back.

With a horizontal slash, Laura lowered her head to dodge, hooked the wrist of the red-haired man with her backhand, and turned around, twisting the opponent's joint in a direction that was completely impossible to turn over. The red-haired man had no choice but to follow and lift his upper body. That's where it comes in. Laura lifted it up hard, and then broke it outward, and the red-haired man's other hand was instantly dislocated. The wrist and forearm suddenly became right angles, and the scream was miserable.

Next, grab the knife and do it in one go. Before the red-haired man could react, he had already been lifted to his chin with a palm, and then another hand knife was hit in his throat, and tears came out of the pain. This is not over, there is another kick in the face, kicking the face, like opening a salt sauce shop, and the red and black are rolled out. The red-haired man, no matter how strong he was, couldn't bear this kick, staggered a few steps back, fell, and sat on the edge of the bar.

It's a smooth and artistic set of movements, as light as a dance.

Nan Xiao wanted to applaud when he saw it. The same set of punches, he is undoubtedly faster and more lethal than Laura, but it is the shortcoming of the elegant and soft sense of rhythm.

With a whoosh, Laura threw the freshly captured dagger and nailed it right next to the redhead's ear. "You don't deserve to be called a man of the sea," she whispered, "get out of here, your breath is going to stink the air in this tavern." ”

The red-haired man didn't dare to pick it up, and rushed out of the bar in a hurry. "I'll be back." He left behind the harsh words as he left.

There was a burst of laughter in the bar, and the air was filled with joy.

Laura looked around and said, "I've heard that the people in the Voyager's Tavern are the best. Not just seafarers, but experts from all walks of life. As a result, I only saw a hollow goods full of boasting and showing off! I'm really disappointed if you're all at this level. ”

The area of the cannon was a bit too wide, and everyone in the tavern had anger on their faces.

Nan Xiao appropriately added fuel to the fire. He walked over to the oak barrel, picked up the overturned round stool, and sat down steadily. "If anyone wants to try their hand wrestling with me, I'll accept the challenge of everyone here," he said, "and if anyone can win me, all the expenses in the tavern today will be mine, even if everyone demolishes it." If you lose, consider whether or not you want to join our expedition. ”

Los Hyde, the strong black-haired pirate hunter, crushed the glass. He stood up, strode to the opposite side of Nanxiao, and sat down. "Boy," he said, "I'll break your arm." ”

The balding and strong bar owner came over to act as a referee. "One, two, three—" He let go of the two men's hands.

Knock, Los Hyde's hand was pressed against the side of the barrel by Nanxiao.

Facing the pirate hunter's surprised little eyes, Nan Xiao smiled: "Which one still wants to try?" ”

Catalia the Black Rose walked over and lost faster than Los Hyde.

Soon everyone in the bar took turns in circles, even the bar owner. One in three seconds, lose fast.

Some people are not convinced. "Wrist wrestling is nothing," he snorted, "and we have the ability to compare marksmanship, and there's a shooting range down here." ”

"Okay." Nan Xiao smiled.

There is a very professional shooting range under the tavern, with a police license. You are not allowed to bring your own guns and ammunition, and you will always use the pistols provided in the tavern. The shooting range is a bit old, with yellowed target paper plastered on the walls. This is also a tradition at the shooting range. For those who have scored particularly good results, the boss will put his signature target paper on the wall for future generations to admire.

Nan Xiao chose a Colt revolver, put on earmuffs, put his left hand in his trouser pocket, and raised his right hand flat.

"Pistols, that's not how they are fired," said Catalia the Black Rose, "I've never seen—"

Boom boom boom, it's over.

The target paper shook over and looked at it, and the audience was speechless. The ten-meter pistol fixed target, who has ever seen six bullets pass through a hole in the center of the ten rings? Everybody saw it today. That's still an old Colt, the rifling is almost bald, can it be so accurate?

"Why? That's impossible! The tavern owner was shocked, "That gun was left by my grandfather, and there is no crosshair at all......"

Nan Xiao took this Colt revolver, looked at it with great interest, and suddenly asked, "Boss, is this gun for sale?" ”

"No," the boss refused, "that's a memento that my grandfather left to my father, and then my father left me." ”

"A hundred pounds."

The boss was contemptuous: "You're thinking about fart." ”

"A thousand pounds."

The boss began to struggle: "This ...... It's a monumental thing......"

"Ten thousand pounds, if you don't sell it, you can keep it and pass it on to your son."

"Deal!"

The gun itself is insignificant, but the wisp of thought left on the gun by the user is very interesting. Behind it lies a period of chaotic, hot-blooded, unrestrained wild years, from one of its owners, who is impossible to verify.

It's the coordinates of a new plane, it's very interesting.

At this moment, there was a sudden bang, and it seemed that the door of the tavern had been kicked open.

Everyone hurried up the stairs and went back to see what had happened.

The first person at the front had just walked into the hall when he suddenly flew back. His face was covered in blood, and his nose was almost flat.

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