A Million Ways To Live In A Dungeon

Zheng Qian politely faced him and smiled: "Old man, I am the two-part king of Eastern Sichuan. My name is Zheng Qian. This time I am here to visit your Lord of Tianshan."

The old man's wrinkled eyebrows suddenly tightened.

"Zheng what?"

He turned his head, his ears facing Zheng Qian, and he walked two steps closer, seeming to be a little hard of his ears.

Zheng Qian patiently raised his voice slightly: "Zheng Qian!"

"What are you doing?" The old man took another two steps closer.

"Zheng Qian!!!"

"Oh, Zheng Qian~"

"Yes, old man."

With a smile on his face, the old man nodded as if he was tasting the name repeatedly, his expression looked kind and friendly.

But Zheng Qian was not happy at all at this moment.

The old man had already come close to him, and at the same time he started to nod his head, Zheng Qian's excellent perception made Zheng Qian clearly feel the strong hostility emanating from the old man.

hostility?

Not waiting for Zheng Qian to figure it out.

The old hair made a weird cry and suddenly violent.

"Damn foreigner!!!"

The stick in the old man's hand smashed Zheng Qian's head with killing intent.

"This is……"

This sudden attack really frightened Zheng Qian and stepped back quickly.

However, the old man refused to give up.

He walked quickly to the place where Zheng Qian was three meters away, with the stick in his hand as if it turned into a fierce python, as fast as a violent snake, and his ever-changing stick tricks directly took Zheng Qian's vitals.

Zheng Qian was shocked.

Although the overwhelming grade difference makes this stick technique in Zheng Qian's eyes, slowness is almost the same as being still.

But think about it carefully.

This old man only has lv28, and because of his age, he has been in the debuff of "aging".

But judging from this level alone, it is not an exaggeration to describe this stick technique as exquisite.

If Zheng Qian is lv28, he may not be able to use such an exquisite stick technique.

Just talking about the stick method, even if it is severely aging, the combat effectiveness of this old man will never lose to any young man below lv30.

The flexible sticks move viciously, but they are extremely smart and dazzling, making people seem to see a kaleidoscope made of sticks.

With only one stick, Zheng Qian's slow offensive made Zheng Qian feel like he was in the net of heaven and earth.

Good stick method!

How to train to develop this ability?

But what makes Zheng Qian more strange is that compared with hatred and hatred, the old man's eyes are more...sorrow and despair.

despair?

Why despair?

Don't talk about knowing you, I haven't even been to Tianshan before.

But unfortunately, before Zheng Qian can figure it out, this battle, which is not a battle, has come to an end.

The old man's age is after all a shackle that cannot be crossed.

In just ten seconds, with more than a hundred moves on the offensive, Zheng Qian didn't even block, using evasion, the old man's aura obviously couldn't keep up.

I saw him sweating on his forehead, panting like a cow, and the tiredness on his face could not be concealed.

But his eyes are piercing, his determination is firm, and he is determined to win.

Zheng Qian knew that if he was allowed to fight like this, the old man would be exhausted to death by himself without having to make a move.

Especially Zheng Qian just saw the lining of the old man.

It was an old-fashioned Tianshan military uniform.

Zheng Qian was a little surprised.

Is this old man a veteran?

But if he let it go, he certainly wouldn't let it go.

No matter, I still have the virtue of respecting the old and loving the young. If I want to come here, there must be a misunderstanding. Anyway, if I can't hurt me, I will give him some cheap food and send him away.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qian is sure and no longer dodges.

Upon seeing this, the old man hit the dark cloud cover and slashed at Zheng Qian Tianling.

Zheng Qian's gaze narrowed, and his feet exerted strength, as if he had taken root, as if he were not moving like a mountain.

Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp sound.

The stick struck Zheng Qian's head and broke into two quarters on the spot.

The broken stick slammed to the ground, and the old man's eyes suddenly showed a look of astonishment, but it was fleeting.

I saw him throw the broken stick at Zheng Qian, and he even tied up the Horse Stance to carry the hard qigong, his chest bulged violently.

His arms suddenly burst into red light like a soldering iron.

The stride stepped out, and the moment Zheng Qian was bounced off by the broken stick, the old man had already stuck to Zheng Qian's body and jumped up.

With a twin-peak initiation, his thick fists resembled two poisonous dragons, blasting on Zheng Qian's left and right temples mercilessly.

However, the old man had not had time to be happy. The old man soon discovered that Zheng Qian's temple was as indestructible as cast iron.

Fist Technique, who had been practicing hard for 60 years, hit it, but he didn't even move.

Instead, his own wrist was slightly sprained.

"how come……"

There was tingling in his fists, and the old man couldn't understand what was going on for a while?

"I said uncle, is that enough?"

Without giving him a chance to distance himself, Zheng Qian grabbed his arms, pulled them to the sides, and hung them in the air.

Never thought that the old man would not stop there.

He gritted his teeth, exerted all his remaining strength, stood up on top of his knees, and hit Zheng Qian's chin heavily.

With a bang.

The air waves almost overturned the surrounding lawns.

Zheng Qian remained motionless.

This foot didn't even make his head rise even half an inch.

Instead, the old man's face turned blue, and he took a breath of pain.

Zheng Qian's jaw is as indestructible as an iron strike.

Zheng Qian also clearly felt that on this knee, the old man's crab cover should be cracked.

This kick kicked the lame old man himself.

"uncle."

Zheng Qian quickly let go.

The old man suddenly fell to the ground, clutching his knees in pain.

But he did not whine.

The wrinkled face was twisted into a towel-like ball, and his head was covered with cold sweat, but he just gritted his teeth without screaming, and with perseverance, he held back the pain of the cracked kneecap.

"Uncle don't move, I'll treat you right now." Upon seeing this, Zheng Qian hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to treat him.

But never thought, the old man slapped Zheng Qian's hand away.

"You don't need fake mercy, a foreigner!"

The old man looked at Zheng Qian with disgust.

His eyes seemed to be looking at a bully who was well-known for many miles and eight villages.

There is anger, but more unwilling.

The old man turned over, grabbed another stick on the side of the road, used it as a cane to prop up his body, turned and limped away.

Looking at his stubborn back, Zheng Qian heard that he was still murmuring with his fists in his mouth for fear of being young. I was really old and it was useless to protect this country, and so on.

"What's the matter with this old man, meow, meow?" Cat Nanbei couldn't understand what happened just now, so it was just because of Zheng Qian's injustice.

Zheng Qian stared at the limping back of the old man in the distance, gently touched the head of the cat Nan Bei, did not speak, but was full of emotion in his heart.

What happened in Tianshan Kingdom? Why do veterans have such a heavy grievance?

Just now, the uncle has been chanting the three words foreigner, is it also related to it?

No matter what, it's a bit of an eyebrow for the time being, now it is necessary to ask the Lord of Tianshan as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qian no longer pauses, pulling the cat north and south, towards the direction of Tianshan Sword City, and strode towards the meteor.

……………………

Thank you for reading this story at mtlarchive.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!