This claw, in the eyes of ordinary people, is extremely fast.

In a moment, the claws were coming, and Wang Ermad stood in front of Tang Xian, bearing the brunt.

From the perspective of a warrior, this claw is extremely exquisite.

The palm of the hand is in the shape of an eagle's claw, from the bottom up, but there is a tendency of a flying eagle to pounce on the rabbit, so that people have nowhere to dodge. And even if Wang Ermad has the ability to avoid it, then Tang Xian behind Wang Ermad will inevitably be hit.

The horse-faced martial artist is also very confident, even if there is a lower ninth rank wild martial artist opposite, it is still not enough to compete with an upper ninth rank like himself, who was born in the Ge family.

Thinking of this, the horse-faced martial artist retracted his strength slightly, after all, he just wanted to teach these two boys a lesson. If it was true that someone was killed in front of everyone, it must be a great insult to the honor of the Ge family, and he couldn't explain it to the above.

At the moment when the horse-faced warrior eagle claw was about to grab Wang Ermad's shoulder, the panicked Wang Ermad seemed to stumble under his feet, stumbled on his heels, and fell out to the side.

And it was such a fall that happened to make the eagle claws of the horse-faced warrior fall short and pass by.

"Huh?" The horse-faced warrior was slightly stunned, as if he was very surprised that his move "Flying Eagle Claw" was dodged.

However, when he saw Wang Ermad's panicked look, he was also relieved. With shit luck, he dodged his own blow, but he was still scared.

Although the horse-faced warrior's move failed, his hand did not stop, and continued to move forward, rushing towards Tang Xian behind Wang Ermad.

At this time, Tang Xian, who was wearing a mask, did not panic at all under his handsome expression, but looked indifferent, and did not take the proud blow of the horse-faced warrior in his eyes.

Seeing this, the horse-faced warrior's heart was even more angry.

The horse-faced warrior who was born with an ugly appearance, the most hated thing was the handsome and pretentious boy on weekdays, and now when he saw Tang Xian's clothes being breezy and bleak, he was even more angry.

In the eyes of the horse-faced warrior, although Tang Xian is handsome, he is ragged, just a poor sour boy with outstanding appearance.

Since he has no background, he is even more determined to let Tang Xian suffer some hardships.

At this time, although the surroundings were crowded with people, they all watched this eagle claw hit Tang Xian, and no one dared to help. Because no one would be stupid enough to offend the warriors of the Ge family for a poor boy.

In the eyes of people, what awaits Tang Xian next is a hard-earned lesson. Some timid women had already blindfolded their hands for fear of seeing the bloody scene that followed.

But at this moment, Tang Xian suddenly made a move.

Gently raise your right hand, stretch out two long, straight fingers, and gently pinch them in the air.

Just clip the wrist of the horse-faced warrior!

"Bang!"

The horse-faced warrior's flying eagle claws suddenly paused in the air, and the swift moves came to an abrupt halt, and the two fingers seemed to have taken root on the wrists of the horse-faced warrior, not moving at all.

Suddenly, the horse-faced warrior felt as if his wrist was being pinched by an iron tong, and the pain of drilling through the heart came from the bone.

"How is that possible!" the horse-faced warrior was horrified.

The severe pain made the horse-faced warrior subconsciously want to withdraw his hand, but no matter how much force he used, he couldn't pull his wrist away from Tang Xian's two fingers.

There was a crisp sound of "click", which was affected by the strength of the horse-faced warrior, and the wooden table in front of him suddenly collapsed, cracking into several wooden boards, and the silver on the table rolled to the ground.

But because of the majesty of the Ge family, the people around him didn't dare to rob at all. Instead, they all stared blankly at the strange scene in front of them.

A poor boy who didn't have half of his internal strength at all actually used two fingers to catch the steward of the Ge family, which is probably the most incredible thing in Dongting Town for many years.

At this time, the horse-faced warrior's heart was extremely shocked, the severe pain made cold sweat flow on his forehead, and the eagle claws, which were originally full of strength, also relaxed at this time, and did not dare to make any more abnormal movements.

Because the horse-faced martial artist can feel that as long as Tang Xian adds a little bit of strength, I'm afraid that his wrist will be broken!

At this moment, a deep and majestic voice came from the depths of the Ge family's stall.

"What's the matter?"

Immediately after, what caught people's eyes was a tall and broad figure.

At this time, the people of Dongting Town, who were born and raised, had already recognized the origin of this person, and couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

"Wang Song!"

Wang Song, who is also the steward of the Ge family, is also a low-eight-rank martial artist, one of the few high-level martial artists in Dongting Town, except for She Hui of the seventh grade, there are few capable people who can compete with him.

I saw that Wang Song had a tiger on his back, his rough face was covered with horizontal flesh, the blood vessels on his temples were bulging, and a pair of tiger eyes exuded a sharp light, which was a kind of majesty unique to those who had been in the top position for a long time.

"Big brother, this person came to sign up to suppress the bandits, threatening not to need the protection of my Ge family!"

The horse-faced warrior endured the severe pain, reluctantly spoke, and asked Wang Song for help.

Wang Song took half a step forward, his eyes wandered back and forth on Tang Xian's fingertips, he pondered for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Being able to cultivate physical cultivation to such a realm will open my eyes to Wang Song!"

Physical cultivation is also a form of cultivation in the rivers and lakes.

Some people who want to become martial artists, but they can't gather internal strength, and can only break through the shackles of ordinary people by desperately exercising their physical strength, and get powerful strength.

As for body cultivators, the cultivation conditions are extremely difficult, and they need to carry out an intensity that ordinary people can't bear in order to achieve something. Most people who have no talent for cultivating internal strength and whose families are poor will choose this path.

Wang Song observed that Tang Xian had no internal strength, but he could easily capture the horse-faced martial artist, so he decided that Tang Xian was a physical martial artist.

When Tang Xian heard this, he grinned lightly and said, "If it weren't for the silver, I really didn't want you to open your eyes!"

The implication is that you will covet my money before I will make a move.

Wang Song was slightly stunned, he had been in a high position in Dongting Town for a long time, and he had not heard his subordinates contradict him like this for a long time.

"Hehe!" Wang Songpi didn't smile, his tiger eyes were slightly downcast, and he grinned: "Since this little brother doesn't need the protection of my Ge family, he naturally has to give the full amount of silver." ”

Tang Xian withdrew his two fingers slightly, but he still clamped the wrist of the horse-faced warrior, and the horse-faced deacon was in pain and hurriedly staggered to follow.

I saw Tang Xian stretch out his other hand and spread it out at Wang Song.

The intention is obvious, pay the money with one hand and release the person with the other.

Seeing this, Wang Song's face became even heavier.

The people of the Ge family on the side hurriedly stepped forward, picked up the silver taels on the ground, and picked out the eleven taels of silver that lost money Tang Xian and Wang Er's madness, and wanted to offer them.

At this time, Wang Song suddenly waved his hand and stopped the subordinate who gave the silver. Then he pointed to the horse-faced martial artist and said, "My Ge family asked him to register here, also to verify the strength of the person who signed up." Looking at the situation now, this thing without long eyes should not be able to detect the depth of your Excellency, so it is better for me to give it a try!"

After that, Wang Song took a step forward and grinned: "If Your Excellency has the strength of eight grades, it is a reward of one hundred taels of silver, and a mere five taels of silver is not a grievance to Your Excellency?"

Although Tang Xian's move of grabbing the Jiupin Martial Master with two fingers can fully explain his strength, how could Wang Song, as the manager of the Ge family, let Tang Xian lose face of the Ge family in front of everyone?

In this world, the biggest thing is not the truth, but the strength!

Even if Tang Xian's strength is amazing, Wang Song must get his face back here.

In the face of Wang Song's words, Tang Xian still didn't make a sound, and the fingers holding Wang Song still didn't let go.

And the hand that stretched out to ask for money did not take it back, but changed its direction and pointed directly at Wang Song.

"Arrogance!"

Suddenly, Wang Song's eyes were full of fire, within a radius of a hundred miles from Dongting Town, even the ferocious bandit was afraid of the Ge family, not to mention Tang Xian, a physique without any background.

The next moment, Wang Song's figure shook, and the internal force under his feet surged, rushing towards Tang Xian.

The bazaar was very crowded, but at this time, the crowd of onlookers, fearing that the fight would affect them, rushed backwards, leaving an open space.

And even though Wang Song was burly, his body was extremely flexible, and he opened his arms as if a big peng spread his wings, and instantly swept a distance of five meters, and came to Tang Xian in a blink of an eye.

I saw Wang Song's body bent slightly, his right hand tightened into eagle claws, and from top to bottom, he attacked Tang Xian fiercely.

It's still a flying eagle claw.

However, this claw is very different from that of a horse-faced warrior, and its curved five fingers exude sharp internal force, vigorous and powerful, slashing through the air, bringing out a piercing buzz.

At this time, Wang Song knew very well that he could easily capture the horse-faced warrior, and he couldn't find out Tang Xian's bottom at all by looking at it with his eyes alone. I'm afraid that Tang Xian's real strength may not be under him.

Therefore, Wang Song's move Flying Eagle Claw has used all the power of the lower eight pins, such a strong claw, even if it hits the stone, I am afraid that it will dig five holes!

"No matter how strong it is, it's a mere body cultivation, how can it compete with my internal strength!"

Wang Song drank in his mouth, and the eagle claw aimed at Tang Xian's throat and grabbed it fiercely.

While Wang Song struck with all his strength, his eyes were still aimed at Tang Xian.

What puzzled him was that Tang Xian's eyes were still full of indifference at this time, even if his eagle claws had already torn his throat, there was no panic on his face.

At this time, Wang Song and Tang Xian looked at each other, and their indifferent gaze seemed to pass through their bodies in an instant and shoot straight into their hearts.

Wang Song's heart suddenly trembled, and the martial artist's intuition told him that it seemed that something bad was about to happen.

At this moment, Tang Xian's other hand suddenly moved.

Still gently lifted, still stretched out two fingers.

Clamp!

The two fingers were in the middle of Wang Song's wrist, which was the same as that of the horse-faced warrior, and the score was exactly the same.

"Bang!"

Wang Song's flying eagle claws came to an abrupt end.