This is a deserted island of several miles in the sea. In the west direction of the island, it is a relatively flat land paved with dark black stones of different sizes and shapes, with an area of ​​about two or three hundred square meters.

This deserted island is actually not a normal island. It is flooded by sea water when the tide is high, and it will only be exposed to the water when the tide is low.

At this time, two people were fighting in this relatively flat place.

And on the periphery of the two's fighting circle, there were more than a dozen people watching.

Ye Shu said to Liu Siqi while watching the battle in the field: "Who do you think will win?"

Liu Siqi smiled and said, "I'm afraid Yang Zhaoxun will win."

Yang Zhaoxun and Sun Qiliang made a fight here, and at the same time reported to the Demon Slaying Division. After all, they also made an appointment with friends and fellow workers behind them to help. If a war between multiple people is triggered and a big deal, no matter who wins or loses, they will be suppressed by the Demon Slaying Division.

Therefore, report in advance and ask the people from the Demon Sect to testify, it is also a place to prevent the two groups from fighting.

Liu Siqi and Ye Shu are representatives of the Demon Sect.

The two people fighting on the field were actually disciples of a small sect in Ludao, which was called Iron Fist Sect.

Although they came out of the same school, they were not the same lineage. Both lineages thought they were authentic and each set up a hall, which was stalemate. They agreed to compete every five years, regardless of life or death.

The loser will go to the winning party to burn incense and worship the ancestors, and admit that the other party is authentic.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is actually a very boring thing. Nowadays, making more money is the right thing to do.

However, that is just the opinion and thoughts of ordinary people. For practitioners, or the Iron Fist Sect, this is a huge thing.

The two of them went out together and were very familiar with what the other party learned, so they fought for a long time but failed to get any results. In fact, it is normal. The Iron Fist Sect has been passed down for more than two hundred years, but since they were divided into two veins and the struggle for authenticity has continued for nearly a hundred years.

In Ye Shu's opinion, the boxing techniques of these two people in the block were really not very clever. They just rely on their hard fists and smashed each other there. The fists collided from time to time and bounced them away, exuding strong energy, but they did not have too high technical content.

In fact, this is just because Ye Shu's vision has become higher, not because the two of them have not been able to box.

If it really doesn't work, you can't get into the ranks of extraordinary people. If you don't get into extraordinary people, you don't need to go to the Demon Slaying Office to report.

Yang Zhaoxun is tall and mighty, with a height of about 1.8 meters and a strong body, and he looks like a tough guy. On the other hand, his opponent Sun Qiliang is half a head shorter than Yang Zhaoxun, with long hands and feet. His temperament is indeed not as powerful, but he also looks a bit elegant.

Ye Shu watched with spiritual eye technique and found that the two people at the scene were comparable in aura, but Yang Zhaoxun was more powerful and Sun Qiliang was more flexible.

The onlookers shouted and encouraged each other from time to time, as if they made the two of them in the field more exciting. The ultimate moves were frequently used, and the fist whirred, and from time to time they would slash the stones under their feet and shoot out the fragments.

Ye Shu turned his head slightly, dodged a fragment that was shot, and asked in a low voice: "In a while, they really decided to decide life and death. They really don't have to save or take down the injured person? This is the crime of gathering a group to fight, at least it is also the crime of intentional injury, right?"

Liu Siqi shook his head and said, "This kind of thing cannot be controlled or suppressed. It is better to put it on the table than to fight privately. What we need to do is to be a witness and prevent the relatives and friends of the failed party from impulsively taking action and turning into a group fight."

Ye Shu was actually a little puzzled, so why can’t he sit down and have a good talk? Isn’t it good to live in peace and intersect with all the veins in peace like Tzu Chi Palace?

Is it really worth it to fight to death just for a false reputation? Is it really necessary?

Ye Shu sighed in her heart.

At this time, the two players on the field had gradually changed. Yang Zhaoxun, who was powerful and powerful, seemed to be suppressing Sun Qiliang's attack.

Yang Zhaoxun punched out, and Sun Qiliang had no choice but to cross his arms in front of him, but he was knocked back several steps and almost fell down.

This terrain is a bit difficult for ordinary people to walk normally.

Yang Zhaoxun would not give up on this advantage, followed closely, and punched him out again, but this time he aimed at Sun Qiliang's head.

The big fist of the casserole carries a strong wind. I am afraid that if this punch is solid, it will blow the opponent's head into a rotten watermelon!

Naturally, Sun Qiliang would not watch his opponent blow him up with one punch. He shortened his body and avoided his head. At the same time, he clenched his right fist to his right waist, and was about to push the ground and twist his waist to give the other party a "sky cannon" to fight back.

Unexpectedly, he shortened his body and came with a thick thigh. This thick leg kicked directly onto his chest, kicking him away like a shell.

With a strong kick, the timing was quite good, and even Ye Shu almost couldn't help but want to cheer.

Sun Qiliang flew out of the landing place, not far from Ye Shu, and fell to the place like a rag bag, but his chest collapsed, and his mouth was spitting blood, mixed with pieces of internal organs, and he saw that he was not alive.

The supporters of one side of Yang Zhaoxun were naturally overjoyed and cheered loudly. On the other side, some were ashamed of their faces and some shook their heads to sigh, but none of them stepped forward to stop Yang Zhaoxun who was laughing and running towards Sun Qiliang.

It seems that Yang Zhaoxun is preparing to take another strike and completely kill Sun Qiliang.

Ye Shu stepped forward and said, "Yang Zhaoxun, you won, there is no need to fight again."

But he felt a little overwhelmed.

Yang Zhaoxun stopped five steps ahead, narrowed his eyes and said, "You are a witness sent by the Super Administration Bureau. Logically speaking, if you believe I win, I should stop. However, the rules of our Iron Fist Sect, whether life or death is in the competition, you see, they did not stop me. Why did you stop me again? Why should you stop me?"

Liu Siqi's voice suddenly came from Ye Shu's ears, but he came over and said, "Xiao Yezi, don't interfere."

Ye Shu shook her head slightly, this was a response to Liu Siqi. At the same time, he said to Yang Zhaoxun: "You have won, and you see, Sun Qiliang is afraid that he will not be able to survive, so there is no need to take action again."

"What if I have to take action?" Yang Zhaoxun was cold and aggressive.

In fact, he had already felt a little uncomfortable with the witnesses sent by the Demon Slaying Office. Look at the thin figures of these two boys, hum, why should he be a witness?

If he was usually not afraid to treat the people in the Demon Sect, he just thought he was reasonable now, and he was a little itchy and wanted to give it a try.

Ye Shu didn't know if the big guy was not very smart, or because he had hit the previous battle, he said lightly: "You have won, there is really no need to take action again. If you insist on taking action, I will stop you."

Ye Shu was somewhat unhappy with the aggressive attitude of the big guy.

Young man, very angry...
Chapter completed!