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Xiao Yi looked at Huang Ming's unrestrained and heavy wrist, and was prepared to immediately tear the word he had just written. Immediately, the palm that held Huang Ming's arms were gently revealed the Nine Dragons True Qi.

Threads of Nine Dragons True Qi, like iron hoops, immediately bound Huang Ming's arm.

Huang Ming's face darkened as he felt a slight pause on his wrist. Then, with a stuffy groan, he suddenly burst with strength.

He practiced the art of cotton boxing, paying particular attention to the combination of the feminine and the soft cotton. It was like cotton cicada silk, he paid particular attention to the weight of a thousand pounds. With a slight tremble of the wrist, the force was transferred bit by bit from the whole body to the wrist.

He used every ounce of strength on his wrist. He used every ounce of strength he had. It was a fight between strength and strength. During the time it took for him to take the punch, he used his greatest strength to create an astonishing burst of strength. This was the profound meaning of Cotton Fist.

This Huang Ming did pretty well, using the profound meaning of the cotton fist to its limit. He could feel that his wrist was slightly swaying, although it wasn't by much. But that was enough. That was the best rhythm and tempo he could muster during that normal swaying. Afterwards, he executed a shocking burst of power, and that was to break free from Xiao Yi's restraints all of a sudden and tear apart that flamboyant calligraphy.

The corner of Huang Ming's mouth was smiling, and he was laughing quite happily. He had done this countless times and had never failed. At the side, the old man of the Song Family, Song Xu, was laughing. He seemed to have already seen the characters that Xiao Yi had just formed, become pieces of paper that floated to the ground.

Xiao Yi's expression still did not change, as he held onto Huang Ming's palm. Those threads of Nine Dragons True Qi gushed out, and directly bound Huang Ming's arms tightly, like a thin layer of mist that could not be seen.

Huang Ming's wrist, which was still moving just a moment ago, immediately became immobile. He once again used all of his strength, wanting to break free from Xiao Yi's grasp. However, he felt Xiao Yi's hands becoming tighter and tighter like a Binding Curse.

On Huang Ming's forehead, a large drop of sweat the size of soybeans swiftly rolled down. His entire arm seemed to be tightly shackled by an iron hoop. In fact, he had a misconception that Xiao Yi's hands seemed to have sunk into his flesh, strangling him so much that it hurt.

"Aiyo …"

Huang Ming finally could not withstand the pressure that became heavier and heavier on his arms, and he screamed out in pain. The scroll that Xiao Yi had just formed quickly dropped from his hand.

Only then did Xiao Yi snort and let go of Huang Ming's arm. His right hand reached down and grabbed the words that had fallen to the ground, snatching them into his palm.

"My things are not things that you can just tear up if you want to." Xiao Yi held onto the words he wrote, a cold glint flashed past his eyes, he looked at Huang Ming and proudly said: "If you dare to rip apart anything in my shop, I will tear off your face tonight."

With this, all the Aura within Xiao Yi's body began to dissipate, his words were like a crack in the rock, it was extremely sharp and overbearing. It slightly stunned Huang Ming for a moment, and his body instinctively shrank back.

The Song Family's old man, Song Xu, who was standing by the side, was dumbstruck. As the captain of the security guards, no one knew Huang Ming's true strength better than him. In all these years, as long as Huang Ming made a move, then he had never failed. Thus, this time, he had come from a place far away from here, and he brought Huang Ming with him.

The reason he came to Xiao Yi's Pen Hall this time, was because he wanted Huang Ming to give him a show of strength. Who would have thought that this Huang Ming would actually be defeated.

Xiao Yi saw that both Song Xu and Huang Ming did not say anything and immediately raised his head. With a cold gaze, he looked at Huang Ming, held up the word in his hand, and gave it to Huang Ming. He spoke arrogantly: "Rip, I'll tear it for you. I, Xiao Yi, am not that reluctant to part with a hundred million. However, if you were to tear apart my words today, then I, Xiao Yi, dare to say this to the heavens here, I will immediately tear off your face. "

Xiao Yi was not the type of person who was willing to be bullied, he had already realised that the motives of the two were not pure. Xiao Yi had always treated his friends well. When treating his enemies, Xiao Yi would definitely not show any mercy.

At this moment, Huang Ming watched as Xiao Yi took the initiative to present the word in front of him, allowing him to tear it. However, when Huang Ming thought back to the scene just now, he instantly lost all confidence.

With both of his hands in Xiao Yi's palms, he immediately lost control of his arms. In that moment, Huang Ming's heart was filled with despair. And after that, the strength in the palm of Xiao Yi's hand increased, and Huang Ming felt his own palm being restrained and rising. A feeling of despair and terror arose in his heart once again.

Therefore, at this time, Huang Ming did not dare to act rashly, and looked pitifully at the old man in front of him, Song Xu, for help.

"Rip." The old man, Song Xu, went silent for a moment before he gritted his teeth and made his decision.

Hearing the word that came out from the old man's mouth, Xiao Yi suddenly turned around. Then, without another word, his hands moved as fast as lightning. He raised his palm and slapped Old Man Song Xu's face.

There was a crisp slap. It was especially resounding in the Pen Hall, instantly breaking the peaceful and quiet atmosphere.

"If you let him rip it, then..." Xiao Yi paused, and a trace of a sinister cold smile emerged from the corner of his mouth as he said sinisterly: "Then, I might as well tear off your face as well. "I trust that you two are still able to buy each other out with a hundred million."

The Song Family's old man, Song Xu, was livid now. His entire body was like a tree stump stuck into Xiao Yi's Pen Hall.

In the military, he was someone who could shake the ground with a single stomp of his foot. How many recruits and veterans were obedient in front of him? No matter where he went, there would always be a guard company following him. In their legion, he was like a local emperor. High up in the sky, no one dared to breathe in front of him.

However, today in such a small Pen Hall. He was beaten. The person who hit him was a young man that wasn't even 20. No matter how he thought about it, this old man of the Song Family was fuming with rage. His face was twisted and he gritted his teeth in hatred.

If he was in the army, then this old man of the Song Family would definitely break both of Xiao Yi's legs. But unfortunately, this place was not his territory, but Xiao Yi's territory.

"You dare hit me?" Just then, the Old Man Song Xu raised his distorted face and roared at Xiao Yi.

"How about hitting you?" Xiao Yi looked at the old man Song Xu's twisted face, and his lips curled into a disdainful smile, as he asked coldly.

"Huang Ming, tear up his word for me." This Song Family's old man, Song Xu's eyes were bloodshot, he turned to look at Huang Ming as he roared loudly.

"You dare?" The smile on Xiao Yi's face carried a bit of ruthlessness and ruthlessness as he asked word by word, "I'll say it here today, if he dares to tear apart my words today. "Then, today, I will tear off both of your faces."

The current Xiao Yi seemed to be extremely arrogant and despotic, lawless.

The atmosphere of the Pen Hall froze all of a sudden. They were in a stalemate, as if the next moment would be a bloody river.

Huang Ming looked at the word Xiao Yi handed to him, and his hands started to tremble. On one side was the order from his superior, and on the other side was Xiao Yi's arrogant and despotic threat.

The atmosphere of the Pen Hall was depressing for a long time. Layers of cold sweat flowed down from Huang Ming's forehead, and a layer of cold sweat similarly emerged on his palms. At this moment, his hands, which had been tucked into his sleeves, couldn't help but tremble slightly.

This Huang Ming had been following the old man Song Xu for so many years, it could be said to be a great honor. He was the only one who would threaten him. Who would dare to threaten him like that?

This time, he was threatened by Xiao Yi. However, he was timid, just like how he had been practicing his cotton fist all these years. The more he practiced, the more his body felt as soft as cotton. His entire being seemed old and decrepit. He was actually younger than the old man Song Xu, but he looked even older than the old man Song Xu.

Maybe, because of Huang Ming's cotton fist career over the past few years, he had become more and more unconfident at this moment. He let out a long sigh, then his entire body felt unbearable from the pressure. He said in a low voice, "Old Man Song, I think we should forget about it …"

After throwing those words down, Huang Ming wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead. His entire being, as if drained of energy, leaned towards the sandalwood table where Xiao Yi had just written.

This time, it was clear that Huang Ming had conceded. As for the Old Master Song Xu, his biggest backing this time was the expert Huang Ming beside him.

When Old Man Song heard that Huang Ming had admitted defeat, his expression immediately darkened. After so many years, Huang Ming was by his side. If he didn't, then so be it. If he did, it was already too late. But if he didn't, then it was already too late. How many times had it been when this Huang Ming had suddenly revealed the might and domineering aura of an expert from his sickly state, conquering countless people? However, this time he lost in front of Xiao Yi.

This kind of heavy blow momentarily stunned Old Master Song Xu within the Pen Hall. The majestic tiger aura that had entered the store vanished in an instant. In its place was a thick sense of age.

"Since you two aren't willing to spend one hundred million to buy my calligraphy piece, then I won't keep any guests." Xiao Yi placed the words in his hands back onto the table, clapped his hands, and slowly said: "My Pen Hall does not allow guests who come to tear words apart. This is an elegant place, this is the palace of art, vulgar vulgar person, please go left to right. "Remember, don't look up and walk smugly in the future. It will hurt if you fall through the sewer cover like that."