Following the fat man to the backyard, Song Yun saw an old man.

This old man had white beard and white hair, and looked very energetic. When Song Yungang saw him, the old man was practicing Tai Chi. His movements were gentle and slow, but he had no lack of tension. It can be seen that Tai Chi has great skills.

The fat man just took Song Yun to stand beside him and watched the old man punching. The old man seemed to have not seen them at all. He was fighting on his own and kept fighting for half an hour before the old man stopped in a beautiful stop.

At this time, the fat man took Song Yun forward and said, "Boss, Song Yun is here!"

"Oh!" The old man nodded, looked at Song Yun, with an ambiguous smile on his face, and said, "Song Yun isn't it? Hello!"

"This... Hello!" Song Yun was creepy when the old man's ambiguous smile showed it, and he shrank slightly.

"Hahaha, don't be afraid! I won't eat you!" said the old man, "This is your first time in the palace, right?"

"Yes!" Song Yun nodded.

"Well, then do you know what you should call me?" the old man asked again.

Song Yun shook his head decisively.

"In the palace, when everyone saw me, they called me Mr. Zhu." The old man said with a smile, "Where are you, you either call me the boss or Mr. Zhu."

"Hello, Mr. Zhu!" Song Yun bent down respectfully.

"Well, polite." Mr. Zhu smiled, "The leader of the second group is as old as me, but the monkey spirit is the monkey spirit, you can call him Mr. Hou."

"Old Hou?" Song Yun's face couldn't help but be a little weird.

"The team leader of the first group always has a long face. You can call him Mr. Ma!" Mr. Zhu continued.

"Old horse? Pig, Monkey and Horse? Are you going to the West to obtain scriptures?" Song Yun smiled secretly in his heart.

"We won't go to the West to seek the scriptures." Mr. Zhu said with a smile, "Our division of labor is different."

"I'll go, is this person capable of reading minds?" Song Yun looked at Mr. Zhu in surprise.

"We don't have the mind reading skills!" Mr. Zhu said to himself, "The main research directions of our three groups are human psychological emotions and expressions! To put it simply, we are responsible for wisdom, one group is responsible for strong attacks, and the other group is responsible for defense."

"This... the boy is a little confused." Song Yun was confused by Mr. Zhu's words.

"Every time the people from the special operations office go out to perform tasks, there are often three groups together," said Zhu Lao. "The people in the first group are responsible for attacking the local area, while the people in the second group are responsible for guarding. Our three groups are generally responsible for the final interrogation, or arrange tactics in advance based on the enemy's personality characteristics."

"Oh!" Song Yun nodded. These three groups were like human bodies. One group was a foot, which could be kicked out, the second group was a fist, which could protect the body, and the third group was a brain, which was responsible for analyzing information.

"The people in our three groups are all first-class and smart!" Mr. Zhu continued, "But, the people in our three groups are smart, but they lack skills. Did you meet the other two groups just now?"

"I met it!" Song Yun said.

"Do they mean to look down on you?" Mr. Zhu asked.

"This...is a bit!" Song Yun nodded.

"Hmph, those violent elements always talk about violence. In their opinion, those who use their brains are weak and powerless. It's better outside. We need to use our intelligence analysis, or when interrogating and returning people, we also need to use our micro-expressions. However, in the palace, those people's tails are raised to the sky!" said Mr. Zhu, "This is also the reason why I applied to Mr. Song to let you enter our three groups!"

"Ah?" Song Yun looked at Mr. Zhu in confusion.

"I know your fist skills are very good, even very strong."

"It's okay!" Song Yun said modestly.

Old Song's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly moved directly. One of his right foot drew half an arc forward, then extended one hand and grabbed Song Yun's arm. Song Yun did not investigate for a moment, and was directly grabbed by Old Zhu. Then Old Zhu grabbed Song Yun's arm and pulled him to his side. Song Yun hurriedly tried to stop Old Zhu, but he thought that a huge force suddenly burst out from Old Zhu's hand.

Song Yun did not expect that Mr. Zhu would have such great strength, so he was pulled over by Mr. Zhu. When all of Song Yun's power burst out and wanted to pull his hand back, he did not expect that Mr. Zhu's hand pushed Song Yun out the moment Song Yun's power burst out.

This time, Song Yun became depressed, because this push happened to be mixed with the power of Song Yun's pulling hands, and it turned out that he was pushing himself out. While the huge force was walking out, Mr. Zhu suddenly tilted the foot that had been cut off to the side, and his knee was just pressing against Song Yun's thigh. Then Mr. Zhu pulled Song Yun, who was moving outward, to the side.

Song Yun's upper body suddenly lost balance, and because his thigh was pushed by Mr. Zhu, Song Yun fell to the ground next to him.

Even if the fall was really serious, it probably wouldn't hurt much, but Song Yun's face couldn't get through! Just when his body was completely out of balance, Song Yun used force to pull Mr. Zhu to his side.

Although Mr. Zhu's power is great, he is old after all, and Song Yun's power is even greater. After Song Yun pulls it, Mr. Zhu's body also loses balance, but Mr. Zhu's reaction is very fast. He moves his other foot a step to the side, and steps on the ground with a bang, making a muffled sound.

Song Yun looked helplessly at the sky and then fell to the ground.

The whole person fell completely to the ground.

This is the first time Song Yun fell so thoroughly in such a long time.

Song Yun was shocked!

Although Mr. Zhu was suspected of a sneak attack and Song Yun did not use his own ability, Song Yun was really hit on the ground by someone in a few seconds. This is the so-called routine.

Song Yun felt that his routine should be very powerful, especially from the book given to him by his great-grandmother, Song Yun learned a lot, so ordinary people don’t take Song Yun seriously at all. Unexpectedly, as soon as they met, they suffered a loss at the hands of Mr. Zhu. Moreover, Mr. Zhu’s routine was obviously better than Song Yun!

"Oh, when people get older, their reaction is slower, and they are almost pulled down by you." Old Zhu smiled and shook his head, stretched out his hand to Song Yun lying on the ground, and said, "Young man, very good."
Chapter completed!