My Entry In Troubled Times Is Infinitely Synthesized

Chapter 51 51: Qinggong is really amazing, master

"Old man, what did you see?" Li Yun repeated, his eyelids drooping slightly, his eyes dark and dark, like two black hole-like abyss.

The old man smiled and scratched his head: "I saw it."

Li Yun felt cold in her heart, and her body tensed up instantly, like a liger about to explode.

However, the old man continued with a smile on his face: "When I came back from cutting firewood, I saw two wild boars fighting each other not far away. In this winter, all animals seemed to be dead. I didn't expect to see a wild boar." , It’s a pity that I didn’t bring a guy with me, otherwise my mouth would be blessed.”

"hehe."

Li Yun laughed twice and took two steps closer: "Old man, how many people are in your family?"

The old man thought for a moment: "Let's have a couple, we have a baby."

"How old are you? What kind of work do you do?"

"About thirty years old!" The old man frowned: "Little brother, why do you ask so many questions?"

"It's nothing, you will know later, old man," Li Yun sighed softly, took a step forward, and appeared in front of the old man instantly as if teleporting.

The big hand grabbed the old man's neck.

Snapped!

The hand that was big enough to crush solid wood was smacked away by a withered and thin palm.

Li Yun was stunned.

The old man chuckled: "Little brother, what do you want to do?"

Hearing this, Li Yun's expression became a little more solemn. Although he didn't use much force in the grab he just made, let alone the old man in his sixties or seventies in front of him, even a strong man could not miss his hand.

The person in front of me...

His mind moved slightly, and in an instant, Li Yun made a sudden move.

He raised his hands into fists and used both feet to exert force on his whole body muscles. In an instant, fists like a violent storm hit the old man. The roaring wind wrapped in the dense fists blew the white snow falling within a three-meter radius into a frenzy.

This time, Li Yun used all his strength.

The wave punch was struck with a force of nearly 800 kilograms. The dense fists really spread like waves, and the feeling of oppression was extremely terrifying!

Ordinary people would be stunned when faced with this.

However, an incredible scene was discovered. The haggard old man, who was only about 1.6 meters tall, had strange movements. His hands did not move. He just moved his body and perfectly and easily avoided Li Yun's intensive fists.

Whoa…

The old man's body floated like a swallow, his toes tapped lightly on the snow, and he leaned back. His toes drew a shallow line in the snow, and he did not stop until he retreated three feet.

Li Yun put away his hands with an ugly expression and did not pursue him. Even if he pursued, it would be useless.

He could see that the old man in front of him had unfathomable strength.

Even if I try my best, I am still no match for him.

"How old are you, young man?" the old man asked with a smile. He patted the thin clothes on his body, looking casual.

"twenty two."

"How long have you been practicing martial arts?"

"One year," Li Yun stood there and spoke softly.

"One year..." the old man muttered, smacking his lower lip.

"Senior, why are you like this?" Li Yun asked with clasped fists, not afraid. The strength displayed by the old man in front of him would make him really want to kill him. It would probably not be difficult, but he did not see that the old man wanted to do something to him.

"Haha, I just thought it was interesting." The old man raised his eyebrows like an old naughty boy: "But you are so young and murderous. Even an old man like me wants to do it."

Li Yun smiled bitterly and said: "Senior, forgive me, I'm just afraid. I don't want to live the life of being hunted down yet."

"It's somewhat similar to when I was young, but it's not a good thing to be too murderous," the old man waved his hand.

"Okay, it's just a matter of killing a few people from the yamen. Just kill them. I have long been unhappy with the people from the yamen. This killing of yours is in line with my wishes."

"You're quite an interesting guy. My name is Sun Changqing. If you have nothing to do on weekdays, you can come and chat with me in the yard at No. 3 Wanglai Lane. I feel a little boring after coming to Chunyang Town for so many days."

As he said this, Sun Changqing shook his head, feeling a little bored.

Li Yun didn't have much idea at this time. He just wanted to let this unfathomable old guy leave as soon as possible: "It's an honor for the junior to be favored by the senior. I will do it."

"Haha, okay, if you don't come, I'll be angry," Sun Changqing laughed twice, then returned to the back of the cart, grabbed the handle of the cart, and said "Let's go," and slowly pushed the cart away. Far.

Li Yun watched Sun Changqing's rickety back getting farther and farther away until he disappeared, and finally let out the breath he was holding in his heart.

"I unexpectedly met an expert."

Li Yun was speechless. He was not a protagonist, how could he encounter such a thing.

The old man named Sun Changqing was very powerful and seemed to be interested in him.

How you think about it, I can't guess.

It's better to go back quickly and ask, by the way, what is the identity of this Sun Changqing.

A person with such strength is definitely not an unknown person in Chunyang Town.

Thinking in his mind, Li Yun left quickly.

…

"The heavy snow is flying, killing one person in one step, the Qinggong is really amazing, only I am Sun Changqing."

Sun Changqing was reciting a poem that he had just thought of and felt extremely handsome and powerful. He was holding a large black sack in his hand and walking into an exquisite courtyard while humming a casual song.

Outside the courtyard gate, there were two guards with an aura as strong as cattle and arrogant bodies guarding them. It can be seen that when they saw Sun Changqing, they bowed their heads and saluted hurriedly.

Sun Changqing hummed an unknown yellow song and walked into the courtyard without even bothering to look.

Beside the pond in the courtyard, there was a middle-aged man in black sitting on a chair. He was as strong as a bear, and he frowned at the paper in his hand.

"Yellow boy."

Sun Changqing spoke and casually threw the sack next to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was not angry. Instead, he tore off the paper in his hand, asked his confidants to leave, and said in a more respectful tone: "Mr. Sun, where have you been?"

"I took a trip outside and learned a lot." Sun Changqing pointed to the sack: "Look, the sacks are full of corpses."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he placed his eyes on the sack, opened it, and stared slightly: "This is..."

"Common people, the young men who have been tortured by the Snow God Sect, are probably studying some messy stuff." A trace of disgust flashed in Sun Changqing's eyes: "There are still remnants of the Snow God Sect, what are you guys and the Yamen doing? I'm here. People who care for the elderly are not here to deal with these ghost things.”

"Sorry, Mr. Sun," the middle-aged man smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The situation is very complicated at this stage. There is the Snow God Sect outside and the Yamen inside. That old man Cheng Chang has always disliked us. I also want to deal with the Snow God as soon as possible. I want to teach you, but I’m afraid that Cheng Chang will do something wrong.”

"That town?"

"Well, the most troublesome thing is his son Cheng Jintong. This man..." The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, and finally said seriously: "It's amazing."

"Haha, I don't care about you. I'm here to take care of my old age and find a disciple to pass on this skill to avoid being beaten by the master when I go down there in the future," Sun Changqing smiled, feeling very happy inside.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man said softly: "Mr. Sun, is there anyone chosen?"

"Well, it's a pretty good seedling. Let's take a look." Sun Changqing nodded, patted his back and coughed twice: "I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going back to listen to the show."

After saying that, Sun Changqing turned around and left slowly under the middle-aged man's helpless gaze.

(End of chapter)