Zheng Qian looked at him politely and said with a smile: "Master, I am the bisect king of eastern Sichuan, my name is Zheng Qian, and I am here to visit your Tianshan lord this time." ”

The old man's wrinkled brows tightened suddenly.

"Zheng what?"

He turned his head sideways, his ear was facing Zheng Qian, and took two steps closer, as if he was a little behind his ear.

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

"What the hell?" The old man took two more steps closer.

"Zheng Qian!!"

"Oh, Zheng Qian~"

"Yes, sir."

The old man had a smile on his face, nodding his head as if he was savoring the name repeatedly, and his expression looked kind and friendly.

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

The old man had already approached him, and at the same time as he began to nod, Zheng Qian's excellent perception made Zheng Qian clearly feel the strong hostility emanating from this old man.

Enmity?

Before Zheng Qian figured it out.

The old man let out a strange cry and suddenly burst out.

"Damn foreigner !!"

The firewood stick in the old man's hand was even more full of murderous intent and slashed at Zheng Gan's head.

"It's ......"

This sudden attack really startled Zheng Qian, and he hurriedly retreated.

However, the old man did not give an inch.

He quickly bullied Zheng Qian's three meters away, and the firewood stick in his hand seemed to have turned into a fierce python, as fast as a thunderbolt, and the ever-changing stick tricks directly took Zheng Gan's vital point.

Zheng Qian was shocked.

Although the overwhelming grade difference makes this stick method in Zheng Qian's eyes, slow is no different from stillness.

But think about it.

This old man only has a mere lv28, and because of his age, he has been in the [aging] debuff.

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 a subtle stick technique.

Just talking about the stick method, even if he is severely aging, this old man's combat power will definitely not lose to any young man below lv30.

The flexible firewood stick moves viciously, but it is extremely agile, dazzling, and makes people seem to see a kaleidoscope made of sticks.

With just a firewood stick, the slow offensive actually made Zheng Qian feel like he was in a net.

Good stick!

How do you need to train to develop this ability?

But what made Zheng Qian even more strange was that there was more hatred and hatred in the old man's eyes... It's sadness and despair.

Despair?

Why despair?

Not to mention knowing you, I haven't even been to the Tianshan Mountains before this.

But it's a pity that before Zheng Qian could figure it out, this battle, which was not a battle, came to an end.

After all, the age of the old man is a shackle that cannot be crossed.

It was only ten seconds, and after more than 100 moves, Zheng Qian didn't even block, purely using dodge, and the old man's qi obviously couldn't keep up.

I saw that his forehead was drenched in sweat, panting like a cow, and the tiredness on his face was difficult to hide.

But his eyes are blazing, his determination is firm, and he is determined to win or lose.

Zheng Qian knew that if he was allowed to fight like this, he didn't have to make a move, and the old man would be exhausted to death by himself.

Especially Zheng Qian saw the old man's inner lining just now.

It was an old-fashioned Tianshan military uniform.

Zheng Qian was a little surprised.

This old man, is he a veteran?

But if he is allowed to fight, he will definitely not give up.

Anyway, I still have the virtue of respecting the old and loving the young, and there must be a misunderstanding in it, anyway, if it doesn't hurt me, give him some cheap food, and send him away.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qian was angry and no longer dodged.

Seeing this, the old man struck the top of the dark cloud cover and slashed at Zheng Qiantianling.

Zheng Qian's eyes converged, and he exerted force under his feet, as if he had taken root, and he was as immobile as a mountain.

Immediately after, there was a crisp crack.

The firewood stick was split on Zheng Gan's head, and it was broken into two sections on the spot.

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

I saw him throw the broken stick at Zheng Gan, and he even tied up his horse and carried hard qigong, and his chest bulged violently.

His arms suddenly glowed red like a soldering iron.

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

A double-peaked empowerment, the thick fists were like two poisonous dragons, mercilessly slamming into Zheng Qian's left and right temples.

However, before the old man could rejoice, the old man soon discovered that Zheng Gan's temples were as indestructible as copper cast in iron.

After 60 years of hard practice, he didn't move.

Instead, he suffered a slight sprain to his wrist.

"How could it be ......?"

There was a tingling pain in his fist, and the old man couldn't understand what was happening for a while.

"I said uncle, is it enough?"

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

I never thought that the old man would not stop there.

He gritted his teeth, exerted all the strength he had left, stood up to his knees, and slammed into Zheng Gan's chin.

Bang.

The air wave almost knocked over the surrounding lawn.

Zheng Qian still didn't move.

This kick didn't even raise his head even half an inch.

On the contrary, the old man's face turned blue and he gasped in pain.

Zheng Qian's jaw was as indestructible as an iron beating.

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

This kick kicked the old man himself.

"Uncle."

Zheng Qian hurriedly let go.

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

But he didn't wail.

His wrinkled face was twisted into a towel-like clump, and his head was covered with cold sweat, but he gritted his teeth and didn't scream a word, and endured the pain of cracking his kneecap with perseverance.

"Uncle, don't move, I'll treat you." Seeing this, Zheng Qian hurriedly stepped forward to treat him.

didn't think about it, but the old man slapped Zheng Gan's hand away.

"There's no need for you foreigner to be merciful!"

The old man looked at Zheng Qian with disgust.

His eyes seemed to be looking at a bully who was famous for ten miles and eight towns.

There is anger, but more than that, there is unwillingness.

I saw the old man turn over, grab another stick of firewood on the side of the road, use it as a cane to prop himself up, turn around and limp away.

Looking at his stubborn back, Zheng Qian heard that he was still whispering softly in his mouth that he was afraid of being young, I am really old, useless, and I can't protect this country, and so on.

"What's the matter with this old man, meow, unreasonable meow?" Mao Nanbei couldn't understand what happened just now for a while, and was just upset for Zheng Qian.

Zheng Qian stared at the limping back of the old man in the distance, and gently touched the head of Mao Nanbei, but did not speak, but in his heart, he was full of emotion.

What really happened in the country of the Tien Shan Mountains? Why do veterans have such a lot of resentment?

Just now, that uncle kept chanting the three words foreigner, could it be that it is also related to it?

Anyway, it's a bit of an eyebrow, and now it's necessary to ask the Lord of the Tianshan Mountains as soon as possible.

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

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