A washed-up martial arts master reborn thirty years ago

Fear, depression!

A tense atmosphere hangs over this small Wangjia Village, which has never experienced any big scenes.

For those villagers in the village who have lived in the village all year round and have never left the village thirty miles away, have they ever seen such a scene?

There are many corpses and rivers of blood!

Every villager was confused and panicked.

They could not imagine why the Black Wind bandits, who had been living on Black Wind Mountain for many years and had been living well after paying regular bills, would force their way into their village today and carry out killings!

What's more, I didn't expect that the young man who was accidentally brought back a few days ago and claimed to have lost his memory would actually have such terrifying weapons and massacre all the invading Black Wind Bandits!

You must know that the third master is a real entry warrior!

He is a high-ranking big shot!

He actually died here, at the hands of a young boy who originally looked like an ordinary guy!

Many young villagers were in a state of confusion and did not dare to speak out.

They all focused on the old village chief in the village.

He is already nearly sixty years old at this time. He has experienced ups and downs in his life and can be said to be a well-informed old village chief. At this time, his hands and feet can't help but tremble!

But as the backbone of the village, he had to take the lead and speak out.

His throat moved and he was about to speak.

But at this moment,

"What a disaster! What a disaster!"

"The people on Black Wind Mountain died here, including the three kings! We are going to die! When the Black Wind Iron Cavalry comes over, our whole village will be afraid that all the chickens and dogs will not be spared!"

Among the crowd, a skinny man's legs gave way and he collapsed on the ground. He looked horrified and murmured loudly.

It was like seeing the scene where the Black Wind Pirates took revenge and killed all the people in the village!

"Ah! What should I do?"

"We didn't kill this person!"

"Do you think Black Wind Pirates will reason with you?"

"Those good guys from the Black Wind Bandits might just come here to have some fun, and they might just leave after having fun, so they shouldn't kill people."

The skinny man spoke in horror.

As his words fell, the surrounding villagers began to talk about it, and some of the eyes looking at Yang Qingyun began to look wrong!

But before things could continue to develop,

The old village chief immediately shouted:

"Er leper, shut up!"

"Without Young Master Yang, I would have been chopped into pieces by those thieves like Black Wind Thief! How could I still have the energy to talk here?!"

"And you! What are you doing each and every one?! Fortunately, Mr. Yang saved you, and you are treating your savior like this?"

The old village chief leaned heavily on his crutches, his eyes widened, pointed at the surrounding villagers, and cursed angrily one by one.

"Don't you still know who the Black Wind Bandits are?! They rush in and kill people, how can they be looking for fun! They clearly come with the goal of destroying villages and exterminating families. If Mr. Yang hadn't helped, you would have been killed long ago. He's just lying on the ground, how can he still have the breath to talk here?"

"A bunch of ungrateful guys, drag these two scoundrels away from me!"

The old village chief has great authority in Wangjia Village.

After some angry scolding, the young men around them lowered their heads, but these villagers felt a little relieved, as if they had a backbone, and then several people dragged Wang Er Laizi away in panic.

The old village chief gasped for air and glanced at Yang Qingyun not far away. Seeing that he didn't react much, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There is a sense of joy in surviving the disaster.

Having lived for sixty years, he has more knowledge than these foolish villagers and women who have stayed in the village all their lives and have never seen the world.

He had seen the way Yang Qingyun used a knife to cut up Heifeng Pirates' melons and vegetables!

Idiots like Er Leizi dare to criticize,

Do you think Heifeng could kill them?

Yang Qingyun, who was holding a knife, couldn't kill them? !

No matter what, the Heifeng bandits must be burned, killed, looted and prepared to massacre them all. The fact that Young Master Yang saw the injustice and drew his sword to help and saved their lives must be dead!

It must be a black bandit who commits all kinds of evil.

Mr. Yang is a man of chivalry and justice!

"Thank you Young Master Yang for saving your life. Er Leizi is just a second-rate kid in the village. His head went crazy for a moment. Young Master, don't worry about it. The people in the village are all grateful to the Young Master for saving him from the fire and water like us!"

The old village chief respectfully raised his hands to Yang Qingyun in the sea of ​​blood and corpses and said.

Having attended a private school when he was young, and having lived for decades, the old village chief's behavior and words made people feel like they were in the spring breeze.

Everyone can feel the gratitude and sincerity of the other person.

Yang Qingyun turned around and looked,

The old village chief's rickety body bent his head again.

It seems more respectful!

The surrounding villagers also lowered their heads respectfully, not daring to look more.

Among them was Wang Zhu, a middle-aged and honest man who brought him back a few days ago. At this time, he was standing respectfully in the crowd, tremblingly bowing deeply and saluting like the others, making him inconspicuous at all.

Perhaps when Yang Qingyun claimed to have lost his memory and stayed in the village a few days ago, he also said a few words to them and communicated with them on an equal footing.

However, after what happened today, no one dared to treat him as an ordinary boy anymore!

between us,

There is already a deep and insurmountable barrier!

Seeing this scene,

Yang Qingyun couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

With a long life experience in his previous life, he could naturally see the fear in the hearts of the old village chief and the villagers, as well as the little calculations in their hearts.

"You're welcome, it was those black bandits who offended me and took care of them."

"You don't have to blame me for bringing disaster to your village. If I remember correctly, several nearby villages were also destroyed by the black wind. All the old and young were killed, and the young and strong were robbed and turned into slaves. If If you don’t believe it, you can go to your nearest Cuihua Village to check it out.”

"If I don't take action, you won't be able to escape."

Yang Qingyun waved his hand and said calmly.

After resurrecting his life, he couldn't help but sigh deeply when he saw the respectful and fearful appearance of the villagers in front of him.

In this world, the fate of the weak is ultimately determined by the thoughts of the strong!

Fortunately, the Chu State has not yet perished. After all, there is still a certain order. In the future, when the spiritual energy recovers and the Xuantian Realm invades, it will be called tragic!

When troubled times come, chaos is everywhere you look.

"In this life, I must control my destiny in my own hands!"

"I want to live well, live to the end, and reach the pinnacle of the world. Only I can control my life!"

Yang Qingyun couldn't help clenching his fists!

"I see, I didn't expect those black bandits to be so heartless. I would like to thank you for your help on behalf of everyone in Wangjia Village!"

When the old village chief heard this, a look of consternation appeared on his face. He was obviously also shocked by the news that Yang Qingyun brought Cuihua Village and several other villages that had been wiped out by the Black Wind Bandits.

But soon, the smile spread across his old face again, and he bowed deeply towards Yang Qingyun as a token of thanks.

"This place is messy and filthy. Let the young people in the village deal with it. Please let the young master come into the house to rest for a while. Let me prepare some small gifts to thank you for saving my life!"

"No, I still have something to do. See you in the future!"

Yang Qingyun waved his hand, he had no intention of staying here as the head of Wangjia Village.

Next, he planned to take the loot obtained from this battle to a nearby town and sell all the loot in exchange for money.

Then buy medicinal materials and refine blood energy pills.

Use this as a foundation to refine Qi and blood, and enter the entry level of martial arts as soon as possible!

Although he has the peak skills cultivated in his previous life, he still feels weak and has no energy at all.

Yang Qingyun felt a little uncomfortable and insecure.

"Master, wait a moment!"

Just when Yang Qingyun was about to leave, the old village chief suddenly stopped him.

"Not long ago, people in the village found a mountain treasure in the mountains. The young master can't repay the life-saving kindness of my Wangjia Village. At least take that mountain treasure!"

The old village chief behind him said quickly.

Hearing this,

Yang Qingyun paused in his steps, stopped when he was about to leave, and turned around.

"Oh, Shan Bao?"

in this world,

The only things that can be called mountain treasures are mountain ginseng that is more than three hundred years old!

And this kind of old wild ginseng has been growing in the deep mountains and forests for many years, and may even condense a trace of spiritual energy!

This aura,

It is of great use in laying the foundation for martial arts!

Even if not,

An old wild ginseng that is more than 300 years old can also lay a stronger foundation for yourself!

Enter the path of martial arts with a stronger foundation!

"Yes, it's Shanbao, a thousand-year-old wild ginseng!"