Ten consecutive draws in the movie world

Huang Shang is very fortunate that he has already opened up the two veins of Ren and Du, and these more than 100 cheats have become nutrients for him to improve his strength.

But Xingzi was very unlucky. If he hadn't been interrupted by Huoyun evil god accidentally, thereby opening up the two veins of Ren and Du, he would be a low-level gangster in his life, and he might be found in the Huangpu River one day. His rotting corpse.

No wonder this old beggar will only sell the cheats to 'martial arts wizards', maybe only martial arts wizards have a glimmer of hope to get through the two veins of Ren and Du and practice them miraculously.

For ordinary people, this is just a pirated book for two cents.

But these martial arts are not without their merits, as long as the two channels of Ren and Du are opened up, the power of these martial arts is much higher than the martial arts in the world of "The Lord of the Demon Cult".

The palm of the Tathagata smashed into the ground and smashed the buildings. It's not that this martial art is the best in the world, but it's used through the two veins of Ren and Du. It's so powerful.

Similarly, such as Dugu Nine Swords, Six Meridians Excalibur, and Subduing Dragon Eighteen Palms are extremely powerful. Even the most common arm-opening fist, when used, has the power of breaking mountains and breaking rocks, which is ridiculously strong.

For a time, he reasonably doubted that martial arts in this world... No!It should be the martial arts sold by the old beggars, not like the martial arts practiced by ordinary people, but the 'divine' martial arts specially practiced for geniuses who have opened up the second line of Ren and Du.

Because the old beggar himself is a genius who has practiced many magical arts, Huang Shang's three views were overturned in the battle three months ago.

The martial arts he learned in the last world were useless at all, he was crushed and beaten from the beginning to the end, if he hadn't been able to support himself with magic, he would have been beaten by the old beggar and called him grandpa.

Thanks to the panda father who didn't want his perfect image to be damaged, he skipped the battle with the spring and autumn style of writing. Otherwise, what qualifications does a pig head who has been beaten miserably have to be the protagonist?

Thank you Panda Papa for his mercy.

After the retreat was over, after three months, Huang Shang finally walked out of the room.

"Mr. Huang, have you come out?" Xingzai next door just came out, and was very surprised to see Huang Shang coming out of the room.

After fighting the old beggar, Huang Shang canceled the missions of Xingzai and Fatty Cong, but in order to keep them from messing around, and because he had to retreat for a period of time, he paid him and Fatty Cong to take a piece of paper every day. Three meals a day are delivered to his living room, and by the way, he cleans up every now and then.

It's a very simple job, ten yuan per person per month, five yuan less than finding an old beggar, but the work is easier, and you can control your food and housing.

Xingzai and Fatty Cong agreed without hesitation, and they will do this for three months.

In three months, they became acquainted with the tenants of Pigpen Walled City.

Because they are the bottom of the society, they get along well with everyone.

Xingzi has extraordinary football skills, and spends some time every day teaching children to play football, thus winning the unanimous love of the children.

Fat Zai Cong doesn't know why, but Xing Zai loves this kind of life to death.

Huang Shang saw him wearing an apron, holding a feather duster and a rag, and nodded with a smile: "He looks like a good man."

Xingzi was a little embarrassed, but also full of gratitude: "Thank you Mr. Huang for the meal."

"Yeah." Huang Shang patted him on the shoulder: "I've done a good job recently, and I'm very satisfied. How about being my life assistant in the future? It's 15 yuan a month, and you can take care of your food and housing."

Xingzi showed surprise on his face: "Really? Thank you, Mr. Huang, I am willing!"

"I... I am willing too!" Fat Zaicong ran out of the room with a thud, his fat was shaking, and it was a spectacle.

"You..." Huang Shang looked at Fat Zaicong and said, "You're a bit stupid."

"..."

Fat Boy Cong immediately shook his head, without the confidence to defend himself.

"Mr. Huang, he..."

Xingzi was about to fight for his good friend, but Huang Shang interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "However, you can work hard, so I will be a logistics assistant in the future! Learn to read and write when you have nothing to do, otherwise you will be sold and sold." How can I help count the money?"

Fatty Cong immediately revived on the spot, with a grateful face: "Thank you, Mr. Huang, thank you, Mr. Huang."

"But your salary is still ten yuan a month, is it okay?" Huang Shang asked.

Fat Boy Cong nodded again and again: "No problem, I will do it for five yuan."

"That's five dollars."

"Uh..." Fat Boy was embarrassed.

Huang Shang smiled: "Go and clean the inside and outside of the house, as long as I am satisfied, I will give you ten yuan."

()

Fat Boy Cong immediately snatched the feather duster and rag from Xingzai's hand, rushed into Huang Shang's room, and cleaned it hard.

Seeing that although Fat Zaicong cleaned quickly, his hands and feet were steady and he didn't panic at all, Huang Shang nodded secretly.

Everyone has strengths and weaknesses. Although Fat Zai Cong is clumsy, chubby, and looks like he can't do anything, he is a rare cleaning talent in terms of housekeeping.

Think for a while.

It's decided, from now on he will be the cleaning captain of Pigpen Walled City!

Chapter 89

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Huang Shang parked his bicycle at the door, looked at the old beggar lying on the door basking in the sun, and said, "I thought you would run away."

The old beggar lazily said: "Where can you run? The world is so chaotic, it's better here."

"you're right."

A chair appeared out of nowhere, Huang Shang sat down beside the old beggar, and asked, "How many masters like you are there in the Jianghu?"

"How many?" The old beggar scratched his ears and eyes: "I've been traveling the rivers and lakes for many years, and I haven't met anyone who can stand shoulder to shoulder with me." He paused: "Except for you who play magic."

Huang Shang smiled faintly: "Your martial arts are also good, and their power is astonishing. Many of your martial arts are almost indistinguishable from spells, especially your martial arts of turning into a paper figure. Why is there no cheat book?"

"That's my untold secret, and I won't sell it for any money." The old beggar scratched his buttocks with his dirty hands, and said, "If you want to learn it, exchange it with me for spells."

"can."

"..."

The old beggar was stunned for a moment: "So happy to agree? I guess there must be fraud."

"No cheating." Huang Shang shook his head: "I'm not a self-absorbed person. If you want to learn, I will teach you."

"..." The old beggar was silent for a moment, and said, "I want to learn your last move."

"Palm Thunder?"

"So it's called Palm Thunder." The old beggar sat up and said, "My flesh was burnt at that time, are you sure to teach me?"

"As long as you swear not to use it to do evil." Huang Shang took out a piece of talisman paper: "I will teach you."

The old beggar looked at this talisman paper with incomprehensible runes drawn on it, and always felt it was a bit dangerous, but as long as he didn't use it for evil, he could indeed swear.

"Okay, I swear, as long as you teach me the palm thunder, I will never use it to do evil, or let me hit five thunders from the sky."

Huang Shang nodded, the talisman ignited spontaneously without fire, and disappeared in an instant.

Not turning into ashes, but disappearing.

The old beggar asked in surprise, "Why didn't there even be any ashes left?"

"The talisman paper must be heard by Datian to witness your oath, and naturally there will be no trace left." Huang Shang said: "So you must not do evil, if you don't want to be struck by thunder."

"..."

The old beggar smiled wryly: "Is it too late to regret it now?"

"It's too late." Huang Shang nodded: "After all, I haven't taught you the palm thunder, so don't worry if you don't learn it."

"Then I'd better learn it!" said the old beggar, "The big deal is that you don't need to use thunder in your palm when you do evil."

"..." Huang Shang frowned, shook his head for a moment, "That's your freedom."

"Hey, then teach me!" said the old beggar.

"Okay." Huang Shang said: "You go and read the thirteen classics of Taoism a hundred times first to understand the essence of them, and then I will teach you the method of spiritual refining. As long as you develop spiritual thoughts, you can practice palm thunder."

"..."

The old beggar's face was stinky: "Are you kidding me?"

Huang Shang said indifferently: "Lightning in the palm is a Taoist spell. If you don't understand the essence of Taoism, how can you practice it?"

"I don't want to know, is there anything I can learn directly?" asked the old beggar.

"Yes." Huang Shang nodded.

"Then I will learn this."

"it is good."

Huang Shang looked at the two-story building opposite, and said, "Go and build the first and second floors. When will the second floor be built? I will teach you when."

"So simple?" The old beggar was puzzled.

"It's that simple." Huang Shang said, "But you can only build the second floor, not the first floor."

The old beggar was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that he laughed angrily: "Your words are really funny, how can you build a second floor if there is no first floor?"

Huang Shang glanced at him, and said: "If you don't know the essence of the sect, how can you learn the palm thunder?"

"..."

The old beggar was speechless, and simply lay down on the ground, angrily said: "Stop learning!"

"It's up to you to learn or not, but you have to teach me the martial arts I exchanged with Palm Thunder." Huang Shang said.

"I exchanged martial arts for your palm thunder, but I won't learn it anymore, and I won't teach you Wuxiang magic." The old beggar said angrily.

"It turns out that the martial art that becomes a paper man is the magic art of Wuxiang." Huang Shang nodded and said, "Are you sure you don't want to teach me?"

"Indeed..."

The old beggar suddenly shut up and looked at him vigilantly: "You don't know how to play tricks, do you?"

"You are very smart." Huang Shang admitted.

"..."

The old beggar was furious: "Don't be ignorant, it was my carelessness that caught you last time! If you fight again, you will have no chance!"

"It just so happens that I have been studying those cheats for the past three months, and I feel that I have some experience, and I am short of someone to practice." Huang Shang's eyes turned cold: "I think you are very suitable."

"It seems that you are fighting against me!" The old beggar stood up.

"You are very smart."

"I r... hum!" The old beggar ran in the same direction as last time: "Follow me!"

Huang Shang put away his chair and bicycle and followed.

It was still the same place as last time, and there were no people within a few miles. The old beggar looked at the traces left by the last battle, and he was secretly vigilant: This kid has too many tricks, I have to be careful.

Huang Shang first cast a Vajra Curse on himself, and then a Tiangang fighting spirit, stepped on the Lingbo microsteps, rushed towards the old beggar, and took advantage of the situation to throw a fist.

When he used the arm punch, there seemed to be a phantom of a gorilla around him, and he could even hear the roar of the gorilla. A pair of thick long arms swung on the old beggar like a war hammer.

But only the afterimage of the old beggar was hit by the swing. In the next moment, Huang Shang felt a gust of evil wind coming from behind him. Hit from behind.

With a loud bang, the clothes on Huang Shang's body were turned into pieces, and the old beggar was also knocked more than ten meters away, shaking his right hand constantly, "It's such a hard body protection magic skill."

Huang Shang tore off the cloth on his body, revealing his perfect upper body, and said, "Three months is indeed too short, but the gap has indeed narrowed."

"You must be a monster." The old beggar blew his fist and said, "If a monster like you does evil, no one will be able to stop you."

"You're wrong." Huang Shang said lightly, "Do you know why Japan surrendered so quickly?"

"why?"

"Because they left two gadgets in their house, which cured their madness."

A fireball appeared in Huang Shang's left hand, and a water balloon appeared in his right hand, one red and one blue, they were combined by him, compressed, compressed, and compressed again, and finally compressed into a yin-yang fish the size of a ping-pong ball.

The old beggar immediately felt a huge threat, a threat that could kill him.

"This yin-yang fish has one ten-thousandth of the power of those two gadgets. Let me try it." After saying that, Huang Shang flew high into the sky, a gust of wind wrapped the yin-yang fish, and rushed towards the old beggar.

"not good!"

Seeing Huang Shang flying high into the sky suddenly, the old beggar knew something was wrong, and when he saw the yin-yang fish rushing towards him, he didn't know how powerful it was!

Frightened, he hurriedly ran away, but it was already too late!

boom--

With a huge roar, a miniature mushroom cloud rose into the sky.