The world starts from the iron cloth shirt

Chapter 57 You Play the Bunny

"It's his grandma's, what a bitch is yelling at the door? Tired of work? I'm a dignified ninth-rank imperial official, who dares to yell? Who dares to make mistakes?

Before Chen Xuanren came out, the voice of cursing came from behind the door.

A dozen or so men in black clothes and black shoes stood side by side at the gate, with indifferent faces, hands folded, temples bulging, breathing evenly, all of them were masters.

In addition, there was an unusually burly man, 1.9 meters tall, dressed in strong clothes, holding a drumstick in his hand, and was still beating the wronged drum over and over again, making a deafening sound.

That shout just now was made by him.

Beside him, there was another person with a white robe and white boots, a handsome face, a jade crown on his head, and a white paper fan in his hand. He was breathing intermittently and intermittently, obviously having achieved internal strength.

"His grandma, you are still beating, you are beating your Muggle seeds, and I am almost deaf!"

Chen Xuan yelled loudly, and at the same time drew out his official knife, and slashed at the burly man.

The burly man's eyes turned cold, and he turned around suddenly. The drumstick in his hand was filled with strong and terrifying inner strength, and he directly swept towards Chen Xuan's body fiercely. The strength roared, powerful and terrifying, and he didn't even hold back his hand.

Chen Xuan was startled, his 1620 catties physical strength burst out suddenly, and he greeted him fiercely.

boom!

There was a muffled sound, and the wind blew in all directions.

The thick drumstick was cut off by him, and the front end was hit by force, and it was instantly torn apart.

The burly man let out a muffled grunt, and backed out, his jaws were in severe pain from the shock, his palms went numb, the handle of the drumstick fell from his hand instantly, and his jaws became dripping with blood.

The eyes of the young man in white robe next to him were condensed, and two cold lights shot out.

Chen Xuan cursed: "You son of a bitch, you dare to attack the imperial court officials, you are guilty of conspiracy, and go back to the yamen with me!"

He stepped on the sole of his foot, bent his fingers slightly, and grabbed the burly man directly.

The burly man had a tingling pain in his palm and was shaking constantly. He hadn't recovered from the huge force just now, so he hurriedly backed up again and again.

The body of the young man in white robe flashed, and he stopped beside the burly man. His white palm stretched out like lightning, and grabbed Chen Xuan's five fingers directly.

boom!

With a muffled sound, the five fingers of the two tightly grasped together.

"My lord, it was just a misunderstanding just now. I apologize for him. Master Ninth is here to invite you to come over."

The white-robed youth said flatly.

His palm was cold and white, holding it like a thousand-year-old black ice.

Chen Xuan was shocked.

Yinfengpaw!

Nan Tian Wang?

The name came to him somehow.

The palm of the hand suddenly exerted force, trying to crush the opponent's hand bones, but after pinching a few times, there was no reaction from the opponent. The opponent's palm was cold and firm, like black iron.

He was secretly surprised.

Nantian Wang really has something unique.

One must know that his current physical strength is already 1620 jin, which is equivalent to a master with 40 years of internal strength, but he can't pinch the opponent, which shows that the opponent's internal strength is probably not inferior to 40 years.

Little did they know, the other hand of the white-robed youth was behind his back, and he held it tightly with five fingers, piercing the palm of his hand with his nails.

It was so painful!

Although he looked fine on the surface, only he knew the pain inside.

He felt that if he was pinched by Chen Xuan again, his metacarpal bones would definitely be shattered.

But it would be embarrassing to ask him to withdraw his palm, because once he withdraws his palm, it is tantamount to showing weakness, and the head catcher will definitely take the opportunity to make trouble, and the crushed palm will be light at that time.

He could only endure it like this.

Nan Tianwang was frightened and angry.

Damn it, this headhunter sent by the imperial court is too terrible.

what monster is this?

Chen Xuan was speechless secretly, and did not use Hua Gong Dafa immediately, because he was not sure that he could keep everyone present. If a few escaped, then the remaining masters would be wary of him, and he would like to use Hua Gong in the future. Gong Dafa will not be able to achieve the unexpected effect.

Therefore, he planned to hide Huagong Dafa first, as a second mover.

"Wu Butou, everything is a misunderstanding, my ninth master invited you to a banquet, and cleans up the dust for you."

Nan Tianwang squeezed out a smile, he was almost going crazy due to the pain in his palm.

Son of a bitch!

Why is he still pinching?

Still not letting go?

wglb.

"Old man Ge, little brother, you have tender hands, how about having a drink or two with Ben Catcher at night? Ben Catcher likes your style, why don't you play with rabbits at night?"

While pinching his palm, Chen Xuan smiled strangely, and stretched out his other hand to support his chin.

Nan Tianwang was terrified and terrified.

What kind of beast is this dog?

Interested in men!

"My... my lord was joking, let's go to the banquet first, go to the banquet..."

Nan Tianwang forced himself to laugh.

Now he felt that this right hand was no longer his own, and even his voice trembled.

Now I really want to chop off my right hand completely.

Even if it is cut off, it is better than now.