One Punch Man’s Unlimited Luck

The slender man suddenly laughed and said, "This kind of trick is better. If you know martial arts, his two-handed trick just now might have killed you."

The yellow-shirted boy didn't talk to the guy at all, walked slowly to Li Xun Huan's table, and dinged the money in his hand. However, Li Xun Huan seemed to have no knowledge of personnel, and slept like a dead person on the table.

The yellow-shirted boy sneered, picked up his hair, and lifted him up. After looking at it carefully, his hands were relaxed. As soon as he loosened his hand, the drunkard fell back to the table with a bang, or he did not know what happened, and fell asleep again.

The man said coldly: "It's really good to be drunk to relieve one's sorrow. Drunk people do have a better advantage than sober ones."

The yellow shirt boy ignored him, with his hands on his back, and walked out slowly.

The strange thing is that Hu Fei, Duan Kaishan, Yang Chengzu, Hu Mei, Chaoban, Chaoming, these six people also immediately followed out in a series, as if they were led by a rope. Each of these six people were crying and straightened their necks. Although they were walking forward step by step, their upper body did not even move, for fear that the copper coins on their heads would fall.

The four men in yellow shirts had drawn dozens of circles on the ground at some point, each of which was only the size of a sea bowl for soup.

Duan Kaishan waited for the six people to come out, and did not wait for others to order, so he stood in these circles. One person stood in a circle, just enough to put his feet in the circle. The six people immediately seemed to have become six pieces of wood.

With his hands on his back, the yellow shirt boy walked slowly back to the shop and sat down at the table where Duan Kaishan had just sat before. The face is always cold, and he hasn't even said a word until now.

After about two cups of tea, another man in yellow shirt walked into the alley.

This person was older, one of his ears had been cut off, and one of his eyes was blind, and the remaining one eye was shining fiercely.

The apricot-colored gown he was wearing was also studded with yellow-colored, and a series of seven or eight people followed behind him, old and young, tall and short.

Looking at their costumes, they are obviously not people with no names or surnames, but now they are the same as Duan Kaishan, all of them crying and straightening their necks, carefully following the one-eyed man, walking to the front of the shop, Stand in the circle. Among them is a swarthy, thin, dark and slender person, with a sharp face all over.

When Duan Kaishan and the six others saw him, they all looked surprised and seemed strange. Why did he come?

The one-eyed man swept his eyes on the faces of Duan Kaishan and the others, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and with his hands on his back, he walked into the shop slowly and sat down opposite the boy in the yellow shirt.

The two looked at each other and nodded, but no one spoke.

After another cup of tea, another man in yellow shirt walked in in the alley.

This man looked older, with gray hair and beard, and gold trim on his apricot gown. A dozen people followed him in succession.

From a distance, he did not look strange, but when he came closer, he realized that this person's face was actually green, and his gray hair was even more strange and terrifying.

Not only is his face green, but his hands are also green.

When the people standing outside the shop looked at the green-faced and white-haired yellow shirt guest, they seemed to have seen a ghost, and they gasped unconsciously. Some people were already trembling.

In less than half an hour, the dozens of circles painted on the ground in the alley hall were full of people. Everyone held their breath and was silent, neither daring to move nor to speak.

There are four people wearing gold-rimmed yellow shirts. The last one is an old man with white beard and hair. He has a rickety figure and staggers. It seems that he is a few years older than the old man who said nothing. I didn't move, but brought the most people.

These four people each took one side of the table and sat there quietly as soon as they walked in. No one spoke. The four seemed to be dumb. A group of people standing in a circle outside had their mouths all sewn together. They couldn't hear any sound except breathing inside and outside.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly there was a sound of benevolence, benevolence, benevolence, and benevolence at the end of the alley, and the voice was monotonous and dull. But when this sound is heard at this time, it has another dark and secret meaning, and everyone's heart seems to be knocked by a stick.

Tough, Tough, Tough—it almost knocks the soul of people away.

The four yellow shirts looked at each other and suddenly stood up together.

In the desolate night, a figure slowly appeared!

The man's left leg had been severed, and he was holding a cane.

The dim light shone from the small shop and shone on the man's face, and he saw the man's head spread out, his face was like the bottom of a pot, and his face was full of scars!

3. Horned eyes, sweeping eyebrows, unusually big nose, and unusually big mouth. Even if there are no scars on this face, it is ugly enough. No matter who sees this person, there will inevitably be a chill in his heart.

The four men in yellow shirts greeted them and bowed in salute.

The one-legged man waved his hand.

Chapter 33

After a while, the eyes of the one-legged man's three corners flickered, frowned, and said, "You have worked hard." The voice was very nice, like Mu Yu Chunfeng, this voice was completely inconsistent with his appearance.

The man in yellow shirt bowed and said, "Don't dare." The attitude was very respectful.

The one-legged man said again: "How many people have come here?"

Huangshan said: "A total of forty-nine people have been investigated by their subordinates. They have all arrived within three days, and they must have come for that matter."

The one-legged man nodded and said, "To convince people with virtue, we can't blame the good people."

Huangshan said humanely: "Yes, the subordinates know."

As soon as his words fell, Hu Mei suddenly sneezed, the copper coin on his head fell off, and Gu Lulu rolled out so far, Hu Mei's face was scared.

The yellow shirt said humanely: "Don't understand our rules?"

Hu Mei gritted her teeth and shot out dozens of cold glows. She was short, and rushed to the window.

She was fast, but the yellow shirt man shot faster. With a wave of his long sleeves, dozens of cold stars had already been rolled into his sleeves, and then he pushed out with a palm. Just as Hu Mei swept up, she suddenly felt a strong force hitting her body, banging her body against the wall, and blood was dripping out of her ears, nose and facial features.

The yellow shirt said humanely: "You could have died more comfortably, so why bother to do so."

Hu Mei held Xiong's mouth with her hand, and coughed constantly, and said, "Cough cough, cough, I understand your rules, before I die, I can make a request, right?"

The yellow shirt said humanely: "Yes, if there are any unfulfilled wishes or hatreds, we can do it for you. Those who can die in our hands are the blessings of cultivation in this life."

Facing death, Hu Mei even smiled and coughed up blood, and said: "I know that death is necessary, but I want him to kill me." After finishing speaking, she pointed to Yang Chengzu.

The yellow shirt said humanely: "Yes, then I will avenge you."

Yang Chengzu's face changed immediately, his voice trembled, and he said angrily: "You shrew, you actually harmed Lao Tzu."

Hu Mei said: "Although you are false to me, I have paid my true feelings to you, and I am willing to die in your hands." Suddenly he laughed wildly: "You said at the beginning, if I die. , You can't live, now you really want to die with me, you still have some conscience, ah ha ha."

Yang Chengzu was trembling with anger and roared wildly: "You shrew, so poisonous heart."

It was dark, and both of them were dead.

At this time, the one-legged man took out a letter from his arms. Said: "Presumably all of you are here for the treasure. Although we don't know who wrote the letter, we already understand his intention. It is to fight for the treasure here, and then kill each other, so that he is so good as a fisherman. profit."

A green-faced man said: "If this is the case, why are you here?"

One-legged humanity: "Because of his sinister heart, we have to come. We are here to persuade you not to be fooled by that person. I have a good heart, right? Hey."

At this moment, another person came to this small shop.

This person is quite tall, wearing a thin shirt, and opening and closing his eyes as if there is a sharp sword, exuding a chilling temperament. This person is Xingtao. After more than a year of hard training in the South China Sea, he has already practiced all of Shaolin's 72 stunts, and those swordsmanship have been practiced to his bones. Therefore, he now looks like one. Like a sharp sword.

The Tao of martial arts is from simple to difficult, and then from difficult to simple, returning to the basics after reaching the peak. Xing Tao hadn't reached this level of culmination, and his combat effectiveness was basically brought about by his strong internal strength and terrifying physical quality.

But now after more than a year of cultivating in Nanhai, his realm is a lot higher than before. Whether it is palm, sword, boxing, leg, fingering, all have reached the highest level. If you want to go further, you can only return to the basics.