C153 The Sword Crafting Valley Iii

The two of them walked in front of them in a few large strides. Just as they were about to lift them up with their big hands that were like claws of a tiger, the long-faced man who was originally going to deal with the old man suddenly cried out in surprise, "Ah!" The tiger claw stopped at the back of his neck, no longer daring to move recklessly, as if someone had poked his acupoints