A million ways to survive in the dungeon

Zheng Qian faced him politely and said with a smile: "Old man, I am the second king of eastern Sichuan. My name is Zheng Qian. This time I am here specifically to visit you, the leader of the Tianshan Mountains."

The old man's wrinkled brows suddenly knitted together.

"Zheng what?"

He turned his head, his ear facing Zheng Qian, and took two steps closer. He seemed to be a little deaf.

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

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

"Zheng Qian!!!"

"Oh, Zheng Qian~"

"Yes, old man."

The old man had a smile on his face, nodded as if he was savoring the name over and over again, and his expression looked kind and friendly.

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

The old man had already come close to him, and as he began to nod, Zheng Qian could clearly feel the strong hostility emanating from this old man due to his excellent perception.

hostility?

Not waiting for Zheng Qian to figure it out.

The old man let out a strange scream and suddenly burst into flames.

"Damn foreigners!!!"

The stick in the old man's hand struck Zheng Qian's head with murderous intent.

"This is……"

This sudden attack really startled Zheng Qian and he quickly retreated.

However, the old man refused to give in.

He quickly bullied Zheng Qian three meters away, and the firewood stick in his hand seemed to turn into a python, as fast as the sound of lightning, and the ever-changing stick techniques hit Zheng Qian's vitals.

Zheng Qian was shocked.

Although the overwhelming level difference makes this stick technique in Zheng Qian's eyes, it is almost as slow as standing still.

But think about it.

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

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

If Zheng Qian were level 28, he might not be able to use such exquisite stick skills.

As far as stick skills are concerned, even if he is severely aged, this old man's combat effectiveness will never be lost to any young man below level 30.

The flexible stick moves are vicious, yet extremely agile, dazzling people, and making them feel like they are seeing a kaleidoscope made of sticks.

Relying on only a firewood stick, the slow offensive made Zheng Qian feel like he was in a dragnet.

What a stick!

How exactly do you need to train to develop this skill?

But what makes Zheng Qian even more strange is that instead of hatred and hatred, there is more sadness and despair in the old man's eyes.

despair?

Why despair?

Don't tell me that I know you, I have never even been to Tianshan before this.

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

After all, the old man's age is a shackle that cannot be overcome.

In just ten seconds, more than a hundred attacks came down. Zheng Qian didn't even block, he just dodged. The old man's energy obviously couldn't keep up.

His forehead was dripping with sweat, he was panting like an ox, and the tired look on his face was hard to conceal.

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

Zheng Qian knew that if he allowed him to continue fighting like this, the old man would be exhausted to death by himself without taking action.

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

It was an old Tianshan military uniform.

Zheng Qian was a little surprised.

Is this old man a veteran?

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

No matter what, I still have the virtue of respecting the elderly and loving the young. I guess there must be a misunderstanding. Anyway, it can't hurt me, so I will give him some advantages and send him away.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qian became angry and stopped dodging.

Seeing this, the old man struck the dark cloud cover head-on and struck Zheng Qian Tianling.

Zheng Qian, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes and exerted force on his feet, as if rooted in a mountain.

Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp sound.

The stick hit Zheng Gan on the head and broke into two sections on the spot.

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

I saw him throwing the broken stick at Zheng Qian, and he even straightened up his horse stance and performed hard Qigong, his chest bulging violently.

His arms suddenly glowed with red light like a branding iron.

He stepped out with an arrow, and at the moment when Zheng Qian was hit by the broken stick and bounced away, the old man was already close to Zheng Qian and jumped up.

With a double peak initiation, the thick fists were like two poisonous dragons, hitting Zheng Qian's left and right temples mercilessly.

However, before he could be happy, the old man soon discovered that Zheng Qian's temples were as indestructible as copper poured into iron.

After sixty years of hard practice in boxing, he didn't move at all.

Instead, his wrist was slightly sprained.

"how come……"

There were bursts of stinging pain in his fist, and the old man couldn't understand what happened for a moment.

"I said, sir, is that enough?"

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

I never thought that the old man would not just give up.

He gritted his teeth, used all his remaining strength, raised his knees, and hit Zheng Qian hard on the chin.

Bang.

The air wave almost blew over the surrounding lawns.

Zheng Qian remained motionless.

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

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

Zheng Qian's chin was as indestructible as iron.

Zheng Qian also clearly felt that the old man's crab cap should have cracked at this knee.

This kick actually crippled the old man himself.

"uncle."

Zheng Qian quickly let go.

The old man suddenly fell to the ground, clutching his knees in pain and curling up into a ball.

But he didn't whine.

His wrinkled face was twisted into a balled towel, and his head was covered with cold sweat, but he gritted his teeth without screaming, and with perseverance endured the pain of cracking his kneecaps.

"Uncle, don't move, I'm going to treat you right now." Seeing this, Zheng Qian quickly stepped forward to treat him.

Unexpectedly, the old man slapped Zheng Qian's hand away.

"No need for the false mercy of you foreigner!"

The old man looked at Zheng Qian with disgust.

His eyes seemed to be looking at a bully who was famous all over the country.

There is anger, but more of it is unwillingness.

The old man turned over, grabbed another stick from the roadside, used it as a crutch to prop himself up, turned around and limped away.

Looking at his stubborn back, Zheng Qian heard that he was still whispering words such as "I'm afraid of young people, I'm really old and useless, and I can't protect this country anymore" in his mouth.

"What's going on with this old man? Is he being unreasonable?" Mao Nanbei couldn't understand what just happened for a while, and he only felt sorry for Zheng Qian.

Zheng Qian stared at the limping back of the old man in the distance and gently touched Mao Nanbei's head. He said nothing, but he was filled with emotions in his heart.

What happened in Tianshan Kingdom? Why do veterans have so much resentment?

Just now, the old man kept saying the word "foreigner", could it be related to it?

No matter what, I have some clues, and now it is necessary to find out clearly from the leader of Tianshan Kingdom as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qian no longer paused, pulled Mao Nanbei, and strode towards the direction of Tianshan Sword City.

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