"It doesn't matter who I am. As long as I don't agree, you won't be able to realize your dreams."
It was Zhang Xing and Ruan Mei.
He had been eavesdropping outside for a long time and learned that it was an internal strife in the assassin group.
It was a good opportunity to deal with them together. Besides, there was an unexpected gain.
"Which generation of disciples are you?
Don't you know there's a meeting here? "
Yan Tong asked coldly.
There were many disciples as old as Zhang Xing in the Hall of Silver, but only a few could enter the headquarters.
They were usually talents chosen by some elder, or juniors who were related by blood.
Everyone else was also puzzled. They didn't know these two people.
They looked at each other and shook their heads.
It was really strange. Who were these two teenagers?
A bunch of question marks appeared in their minds at the same time.
Zhang Xing ignored Yan Tong and went straight to a table. He pulled Ruan Mei and sat down.
Everyone was stunned.
Whose disciple was this? He was too bold. Didn't he know that the people here were all elders?
"How dare you!
Is this the place you should come?
Is there a place for you to sit? "
"Hurry up and tell us your name. Whose disciple are you?"
Yan Tong had already clenched his fists. If this kid continued to be arrogant, he would immediately kill him. He didn't care who he was.
Zhang Xing didn't seem to hear. He even picked up the teacup on the table. He waved his hand and took a pot of tea from the table next to him. He poured a cup and tasted it leisurely.
"Not bad, good tea."
He nodded his head and commented as he drank.
Could these big shots still drink ordinary tea? They were all very rare tea leaves with spiritual energy.
Yan Tong saw Zhang Xing's behavior and was about to explode.
He stood up and walked step by step toward Zhang Xing with a gloomy face.
"Kid, you're courting death!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand to grab Zhang Xing's neck.
He wanted to crush Zhang Xing's throat and throw him out of the hall.
Zhang Xingzheng didn't even look at him and continued to sip his tea.
Everyone's eyes were focused on his right hand.
It seemed that in the blink of an eye, this arrogant youth would lose his life under this claw.
However, in the next moment, a scene that shocked all the big shots appeared.
The young man's wrist moved.
Whoosh!
The tea in the teacup splashed onto Yan Tong's face.
His claw was only half an inch away from the youth's throat, but for some reason, it couldn't move forward.
Could it be that a mere cup of tea was enough to make a Five Star War Reverend stop his killing spree?
Obviously, this was impossible, and none of the big shots present would believe that this was the reason.
Yan Tong himself didn't know why he stopped.
But he didn't think about it.
At this moment, his anger had already rushed to his face.
He withdrew his right hand, wiped his face, and nodded repeatedly.
"Good, very good!"
"Little brat, you dare to splash tea on my face, I'm going to kill you!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand again and bent his fingers into a claw, grabbing towards Zhang Xing's throat.
"Crack!"
He felt that he had caught something in his hand, and without any hesitation, he pinched with all his might.
Immediately after, Yan Tong felt that something was wrong.
In the blink of an eye, it wasn't this kid's throat, it was clearly a teacup.
And his hand was still half an inch away from his throat.
"Hehe, your hand seems to be a little useless. I gave you two chances and you couldn't grasp it. It's useless to keep it, chop it off."
At the same time, everyone saw a cold light flash, and with a clatter, an arm was cut off at the wrist and fell to the ground.