"His grandma, a turtle son is yelling at the door? Are you tired of living? I am a ninth-rank official in the court. Who dares to scream? Who dares to act rashly?

Before Chen Xuanren came out, a cursing voice had already come from behind the door.

There were more than ten men wearing black clothes and black shoes standing in one corner at the gate. They looked cold and held their hands. The temples were bulging, and their breathing was even and thin. They were all masters.

In addition, there was an extremely burly man, who was 1.9 meters tall, wearing a strong suit, holding a drumstick in his hand, and still pounding the unjust drum over and over again, making a thud and deafening sound.

The shout just now was made by him.

There was also a man next to him, with white robe and white boots, a handsome face, a jade crown on his head, and a white paper fan in his hand. His breathing was silent, intermittent, and he obviously had achieved his internal strength.

"His grandma, you are still pounding. If you pound your muggle seeds, my ears are almost deaf!"

Chen Xuan shouted roughly, pulling out his official sword and chopping towards the burly man.

The burly man's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly turned around and turned around. The drumsticks in his hand were filled with strong and terrible internal strength, sweeping directly towards Chen Xuan's body. His strength was soaring, and he was terrifying, and he didn't even hold back.

Chen Xuan was shocked, and his 1,620 kilograms of physical strength suddenly burst out and he met him hard.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, and the wind was blowing everywhere.

The thick drumstick was cut off by him with one knife, and the front end was hit by force and instantly split.

The burly man groaned and stepped back when he arrived, causing the tiger's mouth to hurt severely. His palm numb, and the drumstick grip fell from his hand instantly, and the tiger's mouth became bloody.

The young man in the white robe next to him stared at the eyes and two cold lights shot out.

Chen Xuan cursed: "Son of Turtle, dare to attack the imperial court and order officials, and be punished with accusation of rebellion. Go back to the yamen with me!"

He stepped on his feet, bent his five fingers slightly, and grabbed the burly man directly.

The burly man's palm stinged and kept shaking. Before he could recover from the powerful force just now, he hurriedly retreated backwards.

The body of the young man in white robe flashed, blocking the burly man's side, and his fair palm poked out like lightning, and directly grabbed Chen Xuan's five fingers.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the two of them clasped together with five fingers.

"Sir, I'm just a misunderstanding. I'm going to apologize for him. Master Jiu invited me, and I'll ask you to come over."

The young man in white robe said plainly.

His palms were cold and white, and he held them like a thousand-year-old black ice.

Chen Xuan was shocked.

Yinfeng claws!

The King of the South?

Somehow he thought of this name.

He suddenly tried hard to crush the other party's hand bone, but after pinching it several times, he didn't see any reaction from the other party. The other party's palm was cold and solid, like black iron.

He was secretly surprised.

The King of the Southern Heaven is indeed unique.

You should know that his current physical strength is 1,620 kilograms. In other words, it is equivalent to a master with 40 years of internal strength, but he can't even pinch the other party, which means that the other party's internal strength is most likely not inferior to 40 years.

Little did he know that the young man in white robe had his other hand behind him, holding his five fingers tightly, and his nails pierced the palm of his hand.

It hurts so much!

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

He felt that if Chen Xuan pinched it, the metacarpal bones would definitely be crushed.

But letting him pull his palm back can't hide his face, because once he pulls his palm back, it's like showing weakness. The headmaster will definitely take the opportunity to attack, and the palms will be light if they are crushed.

He could only endure it like this.

The King of the Southern Heaven was frightened and angry.

Damn it, the headmasters sent by the imperial court this time were too terrible.

What kind of monster is this?

Chen Xuan was secretly shocked and did not use the magic method of transforming the Technique immediately because he was not sure that he could keep everyone present. If a few of them ran away, the remaining masters would be wary of him. If he wanted to use the magic method of transforming the Technique in the future, he would not achieve unexpected results.

Therefore, he was going to hide the magic method of transformation and use it as a backup plan.

"Captain Wu, everything is a misunderstanding. My Jiu Master invites you to the banquet to welcome you."

The King of Nan Tian squeezed out a smile, and his palms hurt so much that he was almost going crazy.

Son of a bitch!

Why is he still pinching?

Don't let go of yourself?

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"I'm a little boy, you have a very tender little hand. How about having a drink with me at night? I like your tune. How about you having a rabbit to play at night?"

While pinching his palm, Chen Xuan showed a strange smile and stretched out his other hand to hold up the other person's chin.

The Southern King was creepy and frightened.

What beast is this doggy?

Interested in men!

"Grandmaster... I'm joking. Let's go to the banquet first, go to the banquet..."

The King of the South gritted his teeth and smiled.

He felt that this right hand was no longer his, and even his voice was trembling.

Now I really want to cut off my right hand.

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

"What's the point of going to the banquet? Let's go to the room to play. You come and pretend to be a bunny, and I'll take you to see the goldfish."

Chen Xuan pulled the King of Heaven and walked deep into the yamen.

The Southern Heavenly King was even more frightened.

I don't want it!

I don't want to be a bunny.

I don't want to look at goldfish.

In the severe pain, he couldn't care about anything. He immediately threw away the folding fan, turned his left hand, and grabbed Chen Xuan with a Yinfeng claw again.

Chen Xuan's eyes flashed, he threw away the official sword, and quickly grabbed it with his left hand at the same time.

Bang!

The two of them clamped their left palms together, just like the right palms, just as cold and strong as they were, and they were also gloomy.

Chen Xuan smiled strangely and was still pinching hard.

If you don’t believe it, you won’t be able to crush you. Even if your right hand is hard, your left hand may not be hard, right?

But after pinching for a while, he felt convinced.

Mama, it's really hard.

Can't crush it!

But even if he couldn't crush it, he didn't want to let go and was still squeezing it secretly.

This immediately made the King of Nantian feel so painful that he was about to vomit blood.

He could no longer bear it and roared, "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you take him down?"

I originally wanted to treat Chen Xuan first and then fight, and trick him into the residence before taking action, but now I don’t care about anything. If I drag it like this, my palm will be broken.

The burly man and a group of masters reacted and immediately rushed towards Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan's eyes turned cold and he kicked Nan Tianwang in the chest, kicking him backwards and smashing him in the distance. Then he picked up the official knife and killed him directly at the crowd.

"Oh my god, this captain is an official appointed by the court. He dares to take action against this captain and commits a conspiracy to rebel!"

Puff puff puff!

He was extremely fast, and his long sword was swung, and blood was splattered. He tried out the basic sword technique with his official sword, which was simply a powerful tool for abuse!

Figures in black were screaming.

The King of Nan Tian looked pale and was extremely shocked. After being kicked away, he never dared to stay away again and hurriedly fled to the alley in the distance.

A group of figures in black were quickly killed by Chen Xuan.

Only the burly man was very strong and could not support Chen Xuan's hands. He slapped his palms and made a sound, bringing out a burst of sharp energy, but Chen Xuan quickly grabbed his wrist and chopped off his official knife.

With a puff, one of the arms was chopped off alive.
To be continued...