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There are no mediocre hands in the Special Cases Division.

Because of the special occupation they are engaged in, all the field personnel of the Special Cases Division are first-class good hands. Some of them are directly drawn from the army, while others are selected from civilian exorcists, and then sent to the army for special training for a year.

Lao Youtiao was born in the navy, but relying on his strong yang, he was favored by Colonel Di Ming of the Special Case Department and sent to Beijing. Because he had served on the destroyer Shijiazhuang, he also joined the operation of the Sea of Grievances.

But the old fritters are not best at playing with water, but setting fires.

The flame he rubbed out of his waist was a kind of yang fire, formed by the grease on the surface of his body and a certain flammable material. It's like a match head rubbing, and it's easy to pop up.

In order to keep this flame burning even in a damp state, the old fritters have put a lot of effort into it.

One of the characteristics of overseas soul collectors is that most of them, except for a few, are afraid of flames, probably because they have lived on the sea since childhood. So as soon as the flames on the old fritters came out, the heat wave was rolling, and it directly forced Ji Thirty-two to mess up.

It didn't matter if he was in a mess, the footprints on the ground immediately lost their original steps. Ji Thirty-two also reacted quickly, and when his body dodged a flame, he stomped his foot violently.

Countless footprints were like turning on an electric switch, and a dark green viscous liquid with a strong pungent smell oozed out.

The liquid made a corrosive sound on the deck formed by the ironwood ship, which quickly rotted away.

The old fritter didn't know that this thing was so powerful, and when he stepped on the viscous miserable green liquid, the safety shoes on his feet were immediately corroded into a big pit.

This corrosion will also spread upward along the safety shoes, and the old fritters gasped in pain, and smashed into Ji Thirty-two with a slap with flames.

The two were separated in an instant.

Ji Thirty-two's whole body was full of flames, lying on the deck and rolling straight, this flame was also special, the water could not be extinguished, the body could not be extinguished, a smell of burnt meat came, and then it was blown out by the sea breeze.

One of the old fritters' calves was gone, but he still laughed and dragged his injured leg to crawl out of the green slime area. It's just that the green mucus is still snorting like maggots on tarsal bones, and the calves of the old fritters are constantly shrinking, and they are at the position of the calf in an instant.

He didn't want to lose face in front of this group of overseas soul collectors, even if it hurt to death, his face was still as usual. I saw that his calf would be injured if it was not bandaged, so I pulled out the demon knife and was about to go over to help, but I was dragged by the waves.

Shui Lang said: "There is no difference between victory and defeat, and you can't do it." ”

When I saw the ill-intentioned gaze of the Little Venerable Twins, I immediately came to my senses. These two bastards probably wish I could do it. This kind of competition is a very sacred ritual in the sea of unjust souls, and whoever disturbs it will pay the price.

Now that Ji Thirty-two is not dead, I can't do it.

The flames on the thirty-two were burning, and the wails were carried far and wide along the sea breeze. But the Twin Venerables and the other overseas soul collectors were indifferent, standing there and watching coldly.

After about five or six minutes, he finally lay on the ground, a pile of coke.

The old fritter grinned and said, "I won!" He drew his saber sharply, and with a wave of his hand, he slashed his calf violently. All the parts that were stained with the green liquid were discarded.

Two medical soldiers in white coats quickly dragged the old fritter down, followed by a suppressed pain from the old fritter.

In the first fight, one was killed and one was injured, which made me fully aware of the cruelty of this kind of fight. In particular, the other party's indifference to life made the members of the Special Crime Division feel a very heavy pressure. Because overseas soul collectors can be indifferent to life, but we can't.

Ji Buren said coldly: "Ji fifteen! You're on! ”

Another grinning overseas soul collector stood up, and as soon as this person stood up, I realized that this guy looked very special. He has long arms.

But for ordinary people, their arms hang down to their legs at most, and occasionally there are some talented people who hang their arms down to their knees, that is, the kind that naturally droops and their fists can touch their knees. Legend has it that Liu Bei is such a person.

But this guy named Ji Fifteen, his arms naturally drooped, and he almost touched his feet. In particular, he is a full 1.8 meters tall, that is, his arms alone have reached a length of 1.67 meters.

You can run a horse on your arms and stand on your fists, that's the kind of person you're talking about, right?

He is ranked fifteenth, which means that this person's level is definitely not much worse. You must know that in addition to the three great venerables and the six minor venerables among the overseas soul collectors, his strength can be ranked fifteenth.

Ji 15 raised his arm, then showed a mouthful of rotten teeth, and said, "You can use any weapon, I only use my fists." ”

As he spoke, he struck his fists against each other. When his fist hit, a cloud of black gas burst out, and the black gas wafted over, and a fishy smell came out.

This bastard said that he didn't use weapons, but in fact, these fists were the most powerful weapons. Those black gases seem to have something to do with the healing techniques in Southeast Asia, and it is estimated that they will be poisoned if they are contaminated.

This person is not easy to see, so I am ready to do it myself. But Jiang You still grabbed me, shook his head slightly at me, and said, "Let my people go first!" ”

A thin man in military uniform stepped forward and silently took off his upper body clothes. He said expressionlessly: "Chen Ping, Group B of the Special Case Division." ”

Don't look at Chen Ping's thinness, but the muscles on his body are very refined, and his whole body is like a piece of pig iron. He silently bit his fingers, drew a gossip pattern on his chest, and then pinched a strange spell and said, "I don't take advantage of you either, I also use my fists!" ”

That blood gossip looked very weird on his chest, but Chen Ping patted it on his chest, and the aura of the whole person became different. He was very short, at best about 1.7 meters. But under the backdrop of the surrounding aura, this guy's image looks very tall.

Ji fifteen smiled and slapped it with a slap.

One inch long, one inch strong, talking about people like Ji Fifteen. This guy has a pair of long arms, and he also exudes the poisonous gas of the scab, which makes him look a little unscrupulous. His arms flew up and down, and in three or two strokes, Chen Ping was forced to turn around.

On the surface, it seems that Chen Ping has been retreating in embarrassment, but only real masters can see that although Chen Ping is retreating, his steps are not chaotic at all, and he has been stepping on the gossip steps.

I secretly admired in my heart, and said that the Special Case Department is full of talents, and it really deserves its reputation. A random team member will gossip steps. It is said that this is the secret of Wudang Mountain, and I don't know who taught him.

Every time Ji fifteen punched, the black qi in the air increased by one point, and those black qi condensed but did not disperse, and gradually formed a powerful ghost shape with a head and a face. Between the black gas, Chen Ping's retreat was gradually sealed.

Chen Ping also saw that something was wrong, and suddenly he was short and rolled over from the ground. He used both hands and feet, giving full play to the advantage of his short stature, but at this time, Ji Fifteen's fist was too long to be recovered.

Ji fifteen is not simple, his fist can't be retracted, but he raises his foot and kicks. Chen Ping grabbed Ji Fifteen's ankle and pulled it hard, and Ji Fifteen fell directly to the ground with a bang.

But at the same time as he fell to the ground, Ji Fifteen's two arms firmly held Chen Ping in his arms.

The posture of the two was very ambiguous, but no one present had the heart to think about those irrelevant things, because although Chen Ping had broken one of his legs, the scabies on his arm had directly invaded Chen Ping's back.

This thing is very difficult to deal with, and if you get it, it will be like a maggot on a tarsal bone. I remember that when we first came into contact with the hemandrosis, it was the old donkey of the special case department who was contaminated with this thing, a huge man, but his body was full of insects.

Chen Ping had long thought that the other party's arm would hug him tightly, he grinned, and suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Because the heads of the two were very close to each other, this mouthful of blood was impartial, and it sprayed a fifteen-year-old face on the spot. This time it was amazing, because after Chen Ping's blood spurted out, there was a strong smell of Chinese medicine.

This mouthful of blood is full of yang energy, coupled with the fact that the blood on the tip of the tongue has the effect of warding off evil spirits, and he sprayed Ji Fifteen in a daze on the spot, screaming again and again.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Ping laughed, slipped out from under Ji Fifteen's arm, grabbed Ji Fifteen's arm and broke it in the opposite direction.

With a click, Ji Fifteen's arm was broken on the spot, but Ji Fifteen was not an ordinary person after all, and the other arm was like a whip, directly pumping Chen Ping. This blow was extremely powerful, Chen Ping flew up in the air on the spot, and then fell into the sea with a thud.

I said, it! Hurriedly rushed over to look, but saw countless huge sharks rolling under the boat, and I didn't even see Chen Ping's face, I was already dismembered by the shark.

All that was left at the scene was a cloud of blood that was gradually dispersing.

I screamed in frustration, and I wanted to pounce, grandma! If it weren't for this group of sharks, Chen Ping might not have died!

But before I could do anything, a figure suddenly appeared in the sea. The figure stepped on the shark's back and walked like a flight, as if it were a light feat. A few dazed sharks turned over and wanted to bite him, but he hit him on the nose with a stick, and golden Buddhist texts flashed in the air on the spot.

He stepped on all the way, hit all the way, and all the sharks that he hit with a stick would be belly up in the sky after a while, and they would die inexplicably. Some sharks that didn't get sticks also had low IQs, and they swarmed up and split up their own kind.

Only the man stepped on the belly of the last shark, jumped up with force, and the iron rod in his right hand touched the hull of the ironwood boat, and his body landed directly on the deck like a big bird.

When I saw him, I was pleasantly surprised and said, "Lao Zhang! ”