I have a promise with the beauty

Although the fight between the gangsters is fierce, it is impossible to kill anyone. After all, with the watermelon knife in your hand, you have to be measured in your ferocity. Besides, all the guys who can hold the watermelon knife have some skills.

If you have a sense of proportion in your hand, you can make the opponent lose his fighting ability with one knife, and let other younger brothers serve him with sticks.

Shark's watermelon knife is pretty good. It's not like hacking like a dinosaur. It has a lot of moves and skills. The knife comes and goes. More than 20 years of experience has made Yang Qingshan, a little tiger who has only been around for four years, panicked. His arms are covered with wounds.

The watermelon knife healed him several times, but it was only a minor injury.

"Haha, boy, you have learned this after following the old man for four years. It's a pity that the old man is not here. You'd better get out of the beach as soon as possible." Shark smiled triumphantly and chased Yang Qingshan to the empty beach.

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"Okay, no one is in the way now." Yang Qingshan suddenly stopped and smiled brightly at the shark.

"There is no sun at night, so your smile will be reserved for tomorrow."

The shark suddenly bulged its mouth and its eyes seemed to protrude. It quickly approached Yang Qingshan and cut Yang Qingshan's watermelon knife in half with one strike.

"Have you practiced before?" Yang Qingshan threw away half of the watermelon knife and asked in surprise.

"Three-finger Taoist taught me what I taught last night, but I didn't expect it to actually work." Shark said with a proud smile, looking at Yang Qingshan without weapons, approaching step by step, and slashed with the watermelon knife again.

Yang Qingshan shook his head, a ball of invisible energy gushed out from his arms, and he clamped the watermelon knife with both hands. When he moved it, the watermelon knife broke into two halves. The shark also had no weapon. He looked at Yang Qingshan's hands dumbfounded.

His hands flashed with blue electric sparks, and the shark became paralyzed again.

bump!

Yang Qingshan punched out without any hesitation, causing the shark to break many ribs, then turned around and left.

Shark couldn't believe that he would be knocked down with one punch. This had not happened for more than ten years. He finally understood that Yang Qingshan had never been serious from the beginning. He had already obtained the true inheritance of the old man. The sword he just snatched with bare hands was the shock of the old man back then.

The first knife technique on the beach.

The gangsters on the beach were still fighting. After Yang Qingshan came back, he started killing everyone, punching each other and knocking each other down on the beach. Soon, all the shark's younger brothers were lying on the sand, and no one dared to get up.

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Yang Qingshan's cell phone vibrated and then hung up. The siren of the police car sounded again on the road. Yang Qingshan waved his hand and without any instructions, all the gangsters were like birds and beasts. Yang Qingshan rushed to the shore, following the

The sound of fighting found its way to the gangplank and the three-finger Taoist.

There is also a not very high cliff on Shark's Beach, where surfboards and three-finger guides are dealt with.

Yang Qingshan held a cigarette in his mouth but did not light it because he had already quit smoking. He stood proudly not far from the cliff battlefield with a half-broken watermelon knife. He found a flat rock to sit down and tilted his head.

Watching the battle with two legs.

The beach was brightly lit, and dozens of police cars had surrounded the scene. Father Lu stood on the beach with a smile and directed.

Li Dadong and his uncle also arrived, looking regretfully at the fact that the sharks they wanted to support were wiped out by Yang Qingshan within an hour, and that Father Lu occupied the beach first. The strong evidence against Yang Qingshan was probably destroyed.

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"Very good." The captain of the criminal police brigade said with a smile.

Li Dadong was confused and said unwillingly: "Uncle, how can this be good? We are the criminal police. What are these traffic police here for? You still agreed? The evidence is gone."

"Haha, so what if the evidence of Yang Qingshan is found. He only needs to find a younger brother to take the blame. In fact, the result of my discussion with your father is to completely eradicate the gangsters on the beach. It doesn't matter whoever is killed first. Yang Qingshan killed the shark for us.

This is the biggest gangster, and the rest will be much easier to deal with. We should help Father Lu catch him." The captain smiled sinisterly and said, "Kill him after he is fattened up, and the credit will be greater."

Li Dadong shook his head. He didn't understand the conspiracy of his uncle and his father. He still thought that the girls in the nightclub were simpler and they could just give them some money. So he winked at Xiao Liu and the detectives showed up, and Father Lu was also very cooperative.

He withdrew from the beach. Now that he had nothing else to do, he smiled and looked honest. He nodded and said a few words to the captain and then retreated.

At this time, there were no police officers on the cliff to check. Yang Qingshan was watching the battle, fighting on the lang board and the three-finger road. For a moment, there was an ancient style on the cliff.

With a bang, the three-fingered Taoist stretched out a finger and tapped the fist of the ram board. A burst of air rolled up a weak electric spark, causing the ram board to shake and fly back. However, the ram board had both arms.

With a wave of his hand, the light from his finger ring flashed out and a water-colored fan flew out. With a wave of movement, a ball of water blocked the pursuing three-fingered Taoist.

Yang Qingshan's eyes lit up and he stared at the ring on the red plate with a look of amazement on his face.

The three-fingered Taoist was surprised that there was a magical weapon on the lang board. He was hit by the water spray transformed by the fan. He vomited a mouthful of blood and took several steps back. He stood dangerously on the edge of the cliff and almost fell.

Under the cliff.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, the three-fingered Taoist clasped his fists at the stampede and said, "That's it, you have a magic weapon, you win."

"You're welcome." He said with a rosy face. He looked at Yang Qingshan, who was dragging his head, and said angrily: "It's easy for you."

"Who said that? I'm almost exhausted. If you run rampant among two hundred people, try it. I guarantee you won't have a single piece of clothing when you come out." Yang Qingshan said mischievously.

He glared at Yang Qingshan at the gangster, then looked at the police car on the beach, and said angrily: "You are so bad-mouthed. Since the shark has been killed, we will go back."

"Okay, you go first." Yang Qingshan said.

"Why are you still here?" Chong Ban asked curiously.

"Go back, I have something to discuss with this three-fingered Taoist."

He looked at the three-fingered Taoist in confusion, snorted at the slang, ignored Yang Qingshan, jumped off the cliff, sank into the sea and disappeared.

Yang Qingshan smiled and handed the three-fingered Taoist a cigarette. The other party did not take it, but said vigilantly: "I have lost, what else do you have? I still have to go to heal my wounds."

"What is the ranking of your number? Is it strength?" Yang Qingshan asked.

"It turns out that you are also a fellow Taoist." The three-fingered Taoist smiled as if he had met a close friend: "The number is a recorded number, and it is also counted as a ranking of cultivation."

"That's right."

"Is there anything else?" The three-finger Taoist said coldly.

"Yes." Yang Qingshan stood up and approached the three-finger Taoist with a rippling smile on his face.

"What are you going to do? Are you taking this opportunity to snatch my treasure bag? It's despicable and shameless."

The three-fingered Taoist nervously covered his belt and took a step back, half of his feet outside the cliff.

"Treasure bag?"

Yang Qingshan was stunned and looked curiously at the belt of the three-fingered Taoist. Sure enough, there was a small purse hanging on it, so he asked curiously: "What is the treasure bag?"

"You don't even know about the treasure bag? Humph! I'm just getting started, stop talking nonsense, I'm leaving."

The eyes of the three-fingered Taoist were full of disdain. He believed that Yang Qingshan was just a person who had just started practicing. He was no longer afraid that Yang Qingshan would do anything to kill people or steal goods, so he pushed Yang Qingshan away from the cliff. As a result, his hand touched Yang Qingshan's chest.

, he was hit by a burst of electric sparks and flew off the cliff.

"Ah You!"

Yang Qingshan took advantage of the three-fingered Taoist being knocked away, grabbed the three-fingered Taoist's hand with one hand, and hung him off the cliff, swaying. Yang Qingshan smiled at him and said: "Brother has taken a liking to you.

I’ve got a treasure bag, don’t worry, I’m not robbing it, I’m just borrowing it, and I’ll return it to you after I finish researching it.”

ps: rolling all over the floor, asking for collection, asking for flowers