Small farmers dominate the desert island

They are all ordinary people, and their size determines their strength.

Although Kelin is two meters tall, he is relatively thin and weighs only 89 catties at most.

On the other hand, Shi Zhuang was also two meters tall, but he developed horizontally. The lump of flesh on his belly alone was probably equivalent to the weight of Kelin.

So the two haven't fought yet, and the outcome has basically been decided.

"Brother Lu, who do you think will win?" Chen Yu asked Lu Chuxue who was sitting next to him on a branch.

"Do you need to ask? Both of them have no spiritual power, and they are not body trainers. Of course, the big one will win. The strong one will generally crush the flexible one."

Lu Chuxue said pertinently.

Chen Yu shook his head.

"I don't think so. Didn't you see that guy is as fat as a ball? If Kelin's body is flexible enough, he can be stunned with two strokes, and then go down with an axe. I don't believe this guy The flesh can carry an ax made of metal." Chen Yu objected.

"Hehe, according to my many years of experience, the strength type is always stronger than the nimble type, because the strength type moves casually, while the nimble type takes a lot of time to dodge, which consumes a lot of energy."

"Even if the nimble type can manage to make some wounds on the strength type, it is generally difficult to kill, but as long as the strength type hits the nimble type, it only takes one shot, and the nimble type will never be able to jump up. Make it up again, and the battle will be over." Lu Chuxue explained to Chen Yu in detail.

Chen Yu snorted. When he was a mortal, although he had never personally participated in a fight or any boxing match, he had watched a lot of movies, right? Aren't the flexible ones winning over the powerful ones?

Kelin finally walked in front of Shi Zhuang, and the two immediately looked at each other like cross-eyed eyes.

The people on both sides stopped clamoring and waited quietly for the outcome.

The people on the side of the Manhe clan looked at their patriarch with open eyes, hoping that the patriarch could defeat this hateful mason patriarch, then they would have at least five years to live a stable life.

Because as long as the patriarch dies, the masonry department will be delayed for a long time due to internal fighting. This is the case for every tribe here. The election of each patriarch will take at least several years.

Because once the patriarch is elected, he will face endless challengers. One will challenge today, and the other will challenge tomorrow. Only the patriarch who has not been challenged for five years can become the real patriarch. No one will challenge the patriarch again, even if he is stronger than the patriarch.

In five years, the patriarch's ability to handle various affairs has been very proficient. Even if you are stronger than the patriarch, you cannot be allowed to be the patriarch. In addition, the old patriarch has also won over some of his confidants in the past five years, so In five years, the patriarch's position was unbreakable.

Closer to home, after cross-eyed for a while, the two finally started to fight with ice popsicle sticks.

Chapter 1585 Lu Chuxue Intervenes

Kelin's movement is obviously much more flexible than the black fat man Shi Zhuang, but although the giant ax in his hand is big, in front of Shi Zhuang, the giant ax in his hand has become a toy.

In many cases, Shi Zhuang could force Kelin to retreat more than a dozen steps with a slight wave of the obsidian hammer in his hand.

The fight between the two didn't look particularly exciting, but compared to ordinary people, it wasn't exciting. If it was someone who was proficient in martial arts, it was another matter.

For real masters, the fighting is very simple, and it takes half a day to swing one.

If it is a performance, of course the two can jump up and down in the middle and somersault.

Soon, Kelin began to gasp, because every time he faced Shi Zhuang's attack, he had to dodge several times in quick succession.

As for his attack, Shi Zhuang only needs to lightly wave the obsidian hammer in his hand to dispel it easily. Strictly speaking, the strength Shi Zhuang used is about three to five times less than that of Kelin. .

If Kelin can't defeat Shi Zhuang quickly, then after a long time, no matter how good his physical skills are, he can't resist Shi Zhuang's majestic momentum, an upright teacher.

Sure enough, Shi Zhuang swung the hammer away, but Kelin couldn't dodge, and was directly scratched by the hammer on his scalp. His body staggered back five or six steps, and a large piece of scalp on the top of his head was wiped off.

Kelin's body fell to the ground uncontrollably, but relied on his strong willpower to sway and not fall.

The current Kelin, like a sparrow hit by a slingshot, kept flopping on the ground, trying to get up, but his eyes had turned white, but his body was still struggling.

The people of the pretty clan were crying, because of their patriarch's insistence, even though his head was dizzy, his body was still struggling.

"Hahaha, overestimate your own strength." Shi Zhuang walked over with one step, and raised the obsidian hammer weighing more than [-] kilograms in his hand, and he was about to grab it.

"stop."

A bang exploded in Shi Zhuang's mind, as if his head was about to explode.

This was Lu Chuxue's consciousness explosion that only a cultivator could use. When the people next to him heard Lu Chuxue's words, it was just an ordinary voice, but in Shi Zhuang's ears, it was as if they were struck by lightning.

bang bang...

The two obsidian hammers fell to the ground, making a big hole. Shi Zhuang's brain was concussed and he knelt on the ground.

"Hey! Why are you people in the masonry department so soft-boned? My immortal master hasn't shown his power yet, but you are kneeling in front of me. Looking at you, do you want to recognize me as your king?" Lu Chuxue stood on the branch. He jumped down and landed in front of Shi Zhuang.

Everyone in the masonry department was taken aback, looking at the scene in front of them strangely.

"Patriarch, why do you kneel down to this short man?" Several black fat men rushed out and questioned Shi Zhuang.

The dizziness in Shi Zhuang's head has not yet recovered. After listening to the words of the people behind him, he is in so much pain that he cannot speak, and his heart is in extreme pain.

Lu Chuxue lightly pressed Shi Zhuang's head with her hand, and said to herself: "Hey, since you have repented, then take your masonry department and leave this place, and you will not be allowed to come to Heishui Forest for ten years. "

After saying this, Lu Chuxue looked up at the people from the Dabo masonry department behind.

"Listen well, your patriarch is crying bitterly now, if you don't obey him, let me order you all to evacuate from the Blackwater Forest now, and you will not be allowed to step into the Blackwater Forest for eternity."

When Lu Chuxue said this, Harin narrowed his eyes and looked at Shi Zhuang who was kneeling in front of him, always feeling that something was wrong.

Meanwhile, the other stonemasons had been deceived at this time, and they were about to pack up and leave the Black Water Forest.

Lu Chuxue's sharp eyes scanned left and right, and saw Harlem who was still standing there hesitating.

"Wait, your patriarch said that this Harlem is a villain and cannot be trusted, so I order you now to kill this Harlem immediately, and you will not be soft." As soon as Lu Chuxue finished speaking, the group of stonemasons asked The man turned his head again and focused his gaze on Harlem.

Harlem was startled, and suddenly pointed at Lu Chuxue.

"He is a wizard and knows witchcraft. Maybe he controlled your patriarch. Now let's pick up the guy and fight him."

The people in the masonry department were already skeptical. Their patriarch was always known as a tough guy, but he was so soft today. It turned out that he was controlled by witchcraft.

All of a sudden, everyone started to fuck, and rushed towards Lu Chuxue screaming.

Lu Chuxue kicked Shi Zhuang down who was kneeling on the ground, and then put his hands behind his back, putting on a cold look.

But at this moment, he still squinted at the women who were quite compatible, hoping to see their adoring little eyes.

"Hmph! Overestimate your own strength, today I will show you the difference between immortal cultivators and mortals."

After finishing the above words in a pretentious tone, Lu Chuxue stretched out her right hand and made a bang.

A ball of flame burst out from his palm, which is one of the compulsory spells for cultivators, fireball.

But Lu Chuxue's cultivation has already reached the middle stage of Fenyang, so his fireball technique is extremely huge, equivalent to the size of a basketball.

"Give me death."