Taoyuan Village Little Magician

Chapter 1092 What can this explain?

"There are still 1 seconds left before 15 minute. After ten seconds at most, Zhang Ba will attack with all his strength. If he can defeat Su Kaishan in one fell swoop in the next ten seconds, the game will be over."

Zhang Fan didn't like either of them.

It's just telling the truth according to the situation in the arena.

really.

Ten seconds later, Zhang Ba's aura rose steadily and skyrocketed a lot.

When he shot Su Kaishan again, he was like a tiger descending the mountain, unmatched.

"Su Kaishan lost."

Zhang Fan said lightly.

"Huh? Is this the result?"

Long Kunlei asked in disbelief.

Zhang Fan nodded noncommittally, smiled, and said: "Xingyiquan emphasizes form and intention, and there are too many fancy moves. Once Zhang Ba attacks with brute force, Xingyiquan cannot resist it at all."

This is not.

The moment Zhang Fan's voice fell, it happened to be the time when Su Kaishan was blown out of the ring by Zhang Ba's punch.

"This……"

Long Kunlei stared at Zhang Fan in astonishment. This guess is too accurate, right?

"I'm here to challenge you."

As soon as Su Kaishan landed, a crisp voice came from behind the crowd.

Everyone immediately made way for a way out.

I saw a middle-aged man with double knee amputation, sitting in a wheelchair, slowly walking onto the ring.

"On the ring in a wheelchair? It's really interesting."

Zhang Fan didn't expect that the next person to fight would be a disabled person. Isn't this a bit of a joke?
However, Long Kunlei and many warriors present showed a terrified look on their faces.

Especially Zhang Ba on the ring, as if he had seen something terrifying, he was stunned in place, and after a long while, he managed to force out three words: "I admit defeat!"

That's right.

Before the battle even started, Zhang Ba immediately surrendered.

"This person's strength is indeed not weak, but after all, his legs are disabled, and his movements depend on his hands to control the wheelchair. How could Zhang Ba just admit defeat?"

Zhang Fan muttered with some doubts.

"Master Zhang, this is your first time here, so you don't know anything. Although this person is disabled, there are absolutely no more fighters who can defeat him here."

Long Kunlei smiled helplessly, shook his head and continued: "Besides, every time this person enters the arena, he will never hold back his hands. In a few years, there will be eighty if not a hundred warriors who died in his hands." .”

"So strong?"

Zhang Fan exclaimed in disbelief.

This result was indeed something he did not expect.

"Yes! This person is very powerful. However, every time he takes the stage, he will look around the arena. It has been a habit for several years. It seems that he is looking for someone."

"In the past few years, I don't know how many people wanted to make him the family's guest minister, or take him for their own use, but without exception, they all ended in failure."

Long Kunlei shook his head and smiled. While admiring the wheelchair disabled person, he also felt very sorry.

It is undoubtedly a kind of strangling of life to keep people in this way and stay in the underground market for a while.

"Is that so?"

Zhang Fan looked at the disabled person on the ring with some sympathy, sighed helplessly, and said to himself with a voice that he could only hear: "Unexpectedly, in this underground market for warriors, everyone hides so many secret."

And when Zhang Fan raised his head to look at the disabled person on the ring, it happened that the disabled person's eyes also fell on Zhang Fan.

The two faced each other across the air, and they were speechless.

But for some reason, Zhang Fan looked at the deepness in the disabled's eyes, and felt an inexplicable trust and kindness.

Not only him.

When the disabled person looked at Zhang Fan, he also had the same feeling.

This made the disabled person, who was already depressed, have a self-deprecating wry smile on his face.

"Master! How I want to see you and your wife appear every time I step on the ring, and tell me the three words from back then, that would be great..."

The eyes of the handicapped, after a brief stay, still moved away from Zhang Fan.

Although he saw trust and kindness in Zhang Fan's proud eyes.

but……

What can this explain?

They searched hard for the master and wife's children for 20 years, but there was no result.

Could it be that a child who doesn't even know they exist will take the initiative to find them?

"Boss Long, let's go."

The moment the disabled looked away, Zhang Fan also turned and walked towards the opposite direction of the ring.

"Just, let's go? No...don't you look at the other warriors?"

Long Kunlei was stunned for a moment, and quickly caught up with Zhang Fan.

He doesn't understand.

Since Zhang Fan came to the warrior underground market to form his own force, why did he lose his patience after watching two fights?
"no need."

Zhang Fan smiled faintly, and waved his hands without looking back.

Although this trip to the warrior's underground market seemed fruitless, he felt that he had gained a lot.

A Taoist priest who concentrates on fortune-telling but has a shallow way of doing things;
A monk who is a thug but is blind in both eyes;

An unattainable beauty, a woman who can seduce people's hearts with every frown and smile;

A disabled person who has both legs amputated and has to go to the ring to challenge while sitting in a wheelchair.

Zhang Fan felt that although each of these four people was very strange, if they could get together, they would definitely be a terrifying fighting force.

Just a pity.

These people have other things in their hearts, and want to subdue them, it's not easy.

Since the fate has not arrived, why does Zhang Fan continue to waste time here?
When the fate comes, these people will become a huge help in his hands without his invitation.

……

Zhang Fan and Long Kunlei left the Warrior Underground Market, got into Cullinan, and went straight back to Longzun International Hotel.

And in a simple courtyard in the Warrior Underground Market.

Taoist priests with insufficient knowledge, blind monks, unattainable women, and disabled people with amputated legs all gathered together.

The small courtyard is not big, a house that is not too spacious, a courtyard dam paved with gravel, and a stone pavilion that has long been in disrepair.

On the stone pavilion and in the courtyard dam, there are moss everywhere.

The four of them found a comfortable place to sit and lie down, very leisurely.

"Blind monk, Meimei, why did you two suddenly call me and the old Taoist here?"

The person who spoke was a disabled person with amputated legs.

Because of his disability, he couldn't do many things, so the three of them called him a slacker.

It was he who took the initiative to break the silence.

"Old Daoist, do you still remember the young man you met before? You can't see through his fate, but really?"

The blind monk looked in the direction of Nanfeng Laodao and asked with a frown.

"Who, who the hell told you that?"

"Except for the master and the young master, there is no one whose fate I can't see through. It's just that the kid is a bit evil. If I want to see through his fate, I will waste five or six years of my life. This is not a good deal." , I won't do it."

(End of this chapter)