The world starts with Hunter x Hunter

Following Creyi, he walked over and picked up a samurai sword on the ground. "It belongs to grandma. Killing aliens can improve the system score." ’

"Help me all up!" Kuiyi said this. None of the people nearby were afraid. Instead, they enthusiastically helped up these little devils who were about to die.

"Poof!" As the head rolled down.

Cree Yi walked to the next person.

"puff!"

When everyone's heads rolled back, the people around him froze and suddenly roared out. This was much more exciting than the blow and slash just now.

As Cree Yi raised her hand, the surroundings fell silent. As today's protagonist, Cree Yi has only 8 people left. Seeing that there is the first person walking out in 20 years, they are witnessing History.

"A ghost, where did he die!"

"Master Crepe, I'm here!"

"Give me money. Give me all the heads to feed the dogs. Each head costs 100 yuan!"

"Young Master, I have a dog here!" Suddenly a person shouted.

"Add a hundred!"

At the end of the qualifying round, after a burst of noise, Cree Yi walked to the middle of the street again, casually threw away his weapon, shook his arm and stood still again.

Soon one of the eight people came out again.

The battle continues.

The hacking and killing continues.

If it was a chaotic battle before, now Cree Yi has found some of the feeling of the ancient life-and-death contest.

I really want to see how people of that era competed in martial arts.

If you have the chance, don't worry, you will definitely be able to go to Fearless's world.

Smoking a cigarette, I staggered through a unit building. When I saw the familiar stone lion at the door, I looked at the night sky.

Last time, he just squatted there and waited for others to help him chop people. This time, he did it seriously with his bare hands. This sense of accomplishment is definitely different.

After flicking off the cigarette butt, Cree Yi rubbed his blurry eyes. If he saw it correctly, the familiar rickshaw was parked there.

"Oh, it's hard to live!"

"Get in the car!"

"Ha~" Crepe Yi held on to the frame and sat on it. Soon, Agui ran over with a small suitcase and put it on the pedal. As the car lifted, Cree Yi crossed his legs and walked leisurely. Lean against the car.

"Why are you still pulling a rickshaw?" Cree Yi remembered pointing out a clear path for this guy.

"Ask for leave!"

"Found it?" Cree Yi was a little surprised.

"The last name is Li!"

"Do it well!" Grandma, this is equivalent to reaching the sky in one step. Being a driver for Mr. Li is not too awesome. "From now on, when my buddy is down and out, he will come to you to beg for food."

"good."

This dull man seemed unwilling to say a word.

"Uh, by the way, don't get the wrong person. It seems he's from Chaozhou, from the Yangtze River Plastic Factory. It seems to be this one." After he said this, he suddenly felt the car.

"Wrong."

"Pfft~ Don't fucking make me laugh. Oops, I'm seriously injured!" Cree Yi covered her stomach.

"You didn't make it clear."

"You deserve to be rich. If you hadn't come back to me today, you would have wanted to die. Remember, he should be Cheung Kong Holdings, Hutchison Whampoa or something in the future. If something goes wrong, find a job yourself." Cree Yi Said softly.

"Thanks."

"Rules are indeed something that people like sometimes." Cree Yi murmured with a smile.

After half a year's absence from the Xiaoyanglou, as soon as he got off the ground, two female nurses in white coats helped him in, then he lay on a stretcher and went directly into the house. Then two doctors began to debridement him, and one of them One is still stitched by Xianxiantian himself.

It's right to think about it. This is a comprehensive talent. He has been a guard and has received system training. There is nothing he can't do.

The next day, Creyi saw Meili, a little girl, moving into her home, but her mother and younger sister didn't come with her. It was said that she and Mr. Ma were now crowded into a small room.

"Here, give it, really, you know how to hurry, didn't you see that I was injured? Which drawer has a small wooden box with money in it? Give it all to that old guy, and tell him not to run away. , said he still owes me something. "Cui Yi didn't forget that this old man had at least two unique skills.

"Ah, I wasn't asked by Master Ma to collect the bill, I'm here to take care of you." Meili said, lowering her head and not daring to look at Cree Yi.

Because he was so tight, he covered his legs with a towel, because he had too many wounds on his body, and wearing clothes would affect the healing of the wounds.

"Ah ah ah, whatever, by the way, let Mr. Ma get me something for bathing. He knows the recipe and will prepare it for me at home in the afternoon." Crepe Yi waved her hand and continued to look at this in boredom. Novels of the times.

‘Jin Dada, please hurry up and write a book. The Three Kingdoms look so tired! ’ Cree Yi’s impression of the Three Kingdoms was the TV series, but she didn’t expect that the Romance of the Three Kingdoms printed during the Republic of China would look so awkward and difficult to understand.

Fortunately, you don't have to simulate an image in your mind while reading a book like other people. It's so convenient. Everyone's impression is in the mind, and there is absolutely no mistake.

Waiting for Meili to leave, Creyi hesitated. Now that he had finished learning Kung Fu, should he leave? In the end, there were only a few unique skills left. As for whether he could learn the sword skills of Yixiantian, he was not sure. But this time will not exceed three months.

As the saying goes, the moon stick and the year sword are all he needs to learn the routines and footwork, and he can train the rest by himself.

This world is still too dangerous. The system will give him some troubles every now and then, and let him open the Wushuang. Can't he practice these skills at home?

This "survival" task is too difficult. It's a life-and-death situation every now and then, and it's more difficult each time. What if he dies next time?

Thinking of this, Zhui Yi looked at the house and decided to give it to the old man directly and save a lot of money.

'Fuck, I'll give the money! 'Zui Yi was shocked.

'Forget it, you deserve not to live in a foreign building! '

Days passed by, and Zhui Yi recovered very well. There was no doctor here to tell him that this should not be done, that would have a counter-effect. Zhui Yi said, what's the point of beauty, asking him to boil Chinese medicine and never doze off, asking him to prepare a bathtub and rub his back.

Now Zhui Yi can move around when he has nothing to do. Since he learned to split and hang the palm, Zhui Yi thinks it is much more handsome than Bajiquan. The routines and moves alone are pleasing to the eye. Bajiquan routines, hehehe.

"Are you feeling better?" Zhui Yi frowned as he listened to the noise of the people outside the house. "I said, you keep repeating the rules, but don't you know to knock on the door when you enter the house?"

"What rules are you talking about? You are my nominal disciple. I didn't ask you to open the door when I came to your house. It's good enough that you pour tea and water." Mr. Ma was wearing a white training suit today, and a pair of black brocade pants on the lower body. In fact, it was a Chinese training suit. He looked much more energetic and much more handsome than the last time he wore that weird suit.

If he had a little goatee, he would have the flavor of a master.

When Zhui Yi heard this, he immediately ran over to pour tea and water. After all, he was someone who taught him kung fu, and he was probably here to teach him his unique skills today.

"Master Ma, is your shop ready?" Zhui Yi said with a smile.

"Yeah, Chunying is there to take care of it." Master Ma nodded.

Chunying is Meili's mother. She came out with Master Ma this time. Some time ago, several people reissued their ID cards. You know, the British Hong Kong side is very happy for people from the Walled City to move out, but such people must have an entry record.

Of course, Meili's family doesn't have one, but what era is this? As long as you pay money, you can get things done.

Be a good person to the end, send Buddha to the west, and give away the shop. Does he still care about the money for a few ID cards?

"Meili, go buy some nuts." Zhui Yi hurriedly drove Meili away, and then looked at Master Ma eagerly.

"Ahem, can you practice now?"

"Of course!"

"Okay, I hate owing people things the most. Your master was like this back then. I didn't expect that he would owe you again after I paid him back. Come on, come on, I only have three moves, the tiger climbing hard, the split mountain palm is our single split hand, and the last is this set of 72 moves, horse stance!"

"Aren't the 72 moves the grappling hands of the Monkey King Pi Gua?" Zhui Yi asked curiously.

You should know that there are several types of Pi Gua Zhang, including Pi Gua Zhang, Pi Gua Quan, Da Sheng Pi Gua (Da Sheng Quan), and the one they practiced is actually called ‘Baji Pi Gua’

“Why are you talking so much nonsense, hurry up!” Mr. Ma was too lazy to explain to this nominal disciple that different paths lead to the same destination, and he was not his real disciple. Anyway, these words would be said by Yi Xiantian.

Zui Yi was already accustomed to Mr. Ma’s teaching method, and hurriedly stood in the living room. This old man was very impatient when teaching boxing, and he would not show you the routine. He would just whip the bamboo pole for a while and then set up the routine posture.

In the old man’s view, these people who learn boxing are too stupid, and talking too much is equivalent to wasting his time for practice. Over time, this habit was formed, but for Zui Yi, although Mr. Ma was still very impatient after getting along with him for half a year.

But he had already taught Zui Yi a set of routines, and then pointed out the force techniques, steps, and enemy techniques. He did not ask you to hit the air, but to fight with you in the routine.

Compared to Yixiantian, Mr. Ma mainly practices Pi Gua Zhang, but he is indeed the authentic descendant of Bajiquan, and he has also practiced other kung fu, so he has more experience than Zhuiyi.

Yixiantian will only tell Zhuiyi the attack position of this move, the reaction of the opponent after being hurt, and the next response.

In general, Mr. Ma is a traditional master who teaches kung fu to his disciples by words and deeds. As long as you can be immune to his cursing mouth, it will be fine. Then he will also tell you how other sects greet them.

And Yixiantian's Bajiquan is more practical.

The old man taught for one day. Anyway, Zhuiyi knows these things, and the rest is to practice them crazily.

Not long after the old man left, Meili came back with a paper bag. This girl is very discerning. Knowing that people are practicing kung fu in the house, she dare not peek, even though she has come outside and become a legal Hong Kong resident.