One Punch Man’s Unlimited Luck

The slender man suddenly laughed loudly, and said: "It's better to seldom see this kind of tricks, if you know martial arts, his two-handed tricks just now may have killed you."

The boy in the yellow shirt didn't say anything to the man at all, and walked slowly to Li Xun Huan's desk, jingling the coins in his hand. However, Li Xun Huan seemed to have lost track of his life and affairs, sleeping on the table like a dead person.

The boy in the yellow shirt sneered, picked up his hair, lifted him up, looked carefully, and then relaxed his hands. As soon as he let go of his hand, the alcoholic fell back onto the table with a bang, and fell asleep again, still unknown.

The man said coldly: "It's really good to say that once you get drunk, you can relieve a thousand worries. Drunk people really have advantages over sober ones."

The boy in the yellow shirt ignored him, walked out slowly with his hands behind his back.

The strange thing is, Hu Fei, Duan Kaishan, Yang Chengzu, Hu Mei, Chao Ban, and Chao Ming, these six people immediately followed out one after another, as if they were being held by a rope. These six people were all mournful, their necks straightened, although their feet were walking forward step by step, their upper bodies did not even dare to move, for fear that the copper coins on their heads would fall off.

Those four men in yellow shirts had drawn dozens of circles on the ground at some point, and each circle was only as big as a soup bowl.

Duan Kaishan waited for the six people to come out, and without waiting for others to order, he stood in these circles, one person stood in a circle, just enough to place his feet in the circle. The six people immediately turned into six pieces of wood again.

The boy in the yellow shirt walked slowly back to the small shop with his hands behind his back again, and sat down at the table where Duan Kaishan and the others had just sat. His face was always cold, and he hadn't even said a word until now.

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

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

The apricot yellow gown he was wearing was also trimmed with yellow, and there were seven or eight people following behind him, some old and some young, some tall and some short.

Looking at their attire, it is obvious that they are not anonymous people, but now, like Duan Kaishan and the others, they all have sad faces, straight necks, and carefully follow behind the one-eyed man. standing in the circle. One of them was dark and thin, with a vigorous look all over his face.

When Duan Kaishan and the other six people saw him, they all looked very surprised, as if they were wondering why he came too?

The one-eyed man glanced at Duan Kaishan and the other six people, with a sneer on his lips, and with his hands behind his back, he walked slowly into the small shop and sat down opposite the yellow-shirted boy.

The two looked at each other, nodded, and neither of them spoke.

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

This person looked older, his beard and hair were all grey, and the apricot yellow gown he was wearing was also trimmed with gold, and there were a dozen or so people behind him.

From a distance, he looked normal, but when he got closer, he realized that the man's face was green, and against his gray hair, he looked even more eerie and terrifying.

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

The people standing outside the small shop looked at the green-faced and white-haired man in yellow shirt, as if they saw a ghost, they all gasped, and some even trembled.

In less than half an hour, the dozens of circles drawn on the ground in the alley were already full of people standing there, everyone held their breath and remained silent, neither daring to move nor speak.

There are four people wearing gold-rimmed yellow shirts. The last one is an old man with white beard and hair. His body is bent and his steps are staggering. He seems to be a few years older than the old man who said he was fine. They didn't move anymore, but they brought the most people.

These four people occupy one side of the table, and when they walked in, they sat there quietly, and no one spoke, as if all four of them were dumb. The group of people standing in the circle outside seemed to have their mouths sewn shut, and they couldn't hear any sound except breathing.

I don't know how long it took, suddenly there was a sound of duk, duk, duk, duk at the end of the alley, the sound was monotonous and dull. But at this time, the voice had a dark and mysterious meaning, everyone's heart seemed to be hit with a stick.

Duk, duk, duk—it knocks people's souls apart.

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

In the bleak night, a figure slowly appeared!

The man's left leg had been severed at the root, and he was wearing a cane.

The dim light came from the small shop and shone on this man's face. I saw that this man's hair was unkempt, his face was like the bottom of a pot, and his face was covered with scars!

Three. Corner-shaped eyes, sweeping eyebrows, a surprisingly big nose, and a surprisingly big mouth. Even if there is no scar on this face, it is ugly enough to be scary. No matter who sees this person, there will inevitably be a chill in his heart.

The four men in yellow shirts greeted them all together, bowing and saluting.

The one-legged man waved his hand.

Chapter 33 Money Gang

After a while, the one-legged man's three-cornered eyes flashed with light, he frowned, and said, "You guys have worked hard." The voice was very pleasant, like a spring breeze in the evening rain, which did not match his appearance at all.

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

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

Huang Shirt said: "There are forty-nine people in total. The subordinates have investigated clearly. These people all came within three days. They must have come for that matter."

The one-legged man nodded, and said: "We must convince people with virtue, we must not blame good people."

The man in the yellow shirt said: "Yes, this subordinate knows."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Mei sneezed suddenly, the copper coins on her head fell off, and Gu Lulu rolled far away, Hu Mei was so frightened that her face turned pale.

The man in the yellow shirt said, "Don't you understand our rules?"

Hu Mei gritted her teeth, shot out dozens of points of cold light, shortened her figure, and ran towards the window.

She was quick, but the man in the yellow shirt was even faster when he shot. With a wave of his long sleeves, dozens of cold stars had been drawn into his sleeves, and then he pushed them out with a palm. As soon as Hu Mei got up, she suddenly felt a strong force hit her, and her body hit the wall with a thud, blood oozed from her ears, nose and five sense organs.

The man in the yellow shirt said: "You could have died comfortably, so why bother."

Hu Mei covered her chest with her hand, coughed continuously, and said, "Ahem, ahem, I understand your rules. Before I die, I can make a request, right?"

The man in the yellow shirt said: "That's right, if you have any unfulfilled wish or hatred, we can do it for you. Those who can die by our hands are a blessing in this life."

Facing death, Hu Mei actually smiled, coughed up another mouthful of blood, and said, "I know I must die, but I want him to kill me." After speaking, she pointed at Yang Chengzu.

The man in the yellow shirt said: "Yes, then I will avenge you."

Yang Chengzu's expression changed immediately, his voice trembled a little, and he said angrily, "You shrew, you actually hurt me."

Hu Mei said: "Although you are hypocritical to me, I have paid the truth to you, and I am willing to die at your hands." Suddenly, she laughed wildly again: "You said before, if I die , you can’t live on, and now you are going to die with me, you still have some conscience, ahaha.”

Yang Chengzu was so angry that his whole body trembled, he roared, "You shrew, you have such a vicious heart."

It was already dark, and both men were dead.

At this moment, the one-legged man took out a letter from his pocket. Said: "Presumably all of you are here for the treasures. Although we don't know who wrote the letter, we have already understood his intention. It is to let everyone compete for the treasures here, and then kill each other, so that he can be a fisherman. profit."

A green-faced man said: "In this case, why did you come?"

The one-legged man said: "It is because of his sinister intentions that we have to come here. We are here to persuade everyone not to fall for that man's tricks. I have a good heart, right? Hehe."

At this moment, another person came into the small shop.

This man was quite tall, wearing a thin shirt, and there seemed to be a sharp sword between his eyes, exuding a chilling aura. This person is Xing Tao. After more than a year of hard training in the South China Sea, he has mastered all the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, and those sword skills have been cultivated to the bone, so now he looks like a It's like a sharp sword.

The way of martial arts is to go from simple to difficult, and after reaching the peak, from difficult to simple, back to the basics. Xing Tao hadn't reached such a peak level in the first place, and his combat power was basically brought about by his powerful internal strength and terrifying physical fitness.

But now, after more than a year of hermit cultivation in Nanhai, his realm is much higher than before. Whether it is palm technique, sword technique, boxing technique, leg technique or finger technique, all of them have reached the pinnacle of perfection. If you want to go further, you can only go back to basics.