Seeing Yan Liqiang being knocked to the ground by Zhu An, a black-clad thug nearby thought that Yan Liqiang had lost his fighting ability and could be taken advantage of, so he rushed up without thinking and wanted to restrain Yan Liqiang.
The thug in black had just rushed over and was about to raise his foot to step on Yan Liqiang, but his foot was suddenly held by Yan Liqiang's left hand. Yan Liqiang just exerted force with one hand and flipped the thug in black to the ground. Then he headbutted the thug in the face, making the thug's face turn red...
Then, Yan Liqiang's left hand passed through the man's armpit and his entire arm, locking the black-clad thug's neck and the hand holding the weapon from behind, forcing the black-clad thug to kick his legs on the ground and struggle in vain.
“Let him go…” Zhu An and the black-clad thugs all shouted.
Yan Liqiang had a cold face, half-kneeling on the ground, coughing up blood and laughing miserably. Like a wounded wolf, his eyes were as sharp as knives and swords, with endless murderous intent. He looked at the people around him viciously, and with a force of his arms, the neck of the struggling black-clothed thug was strangled by him with one hand with a click.
The body of the black-clad thug fell to the ground limply like mud.
This was the second person killed by Yan Liqiang.
Yan Liqiang picked up the knife from the man in black with his left hand, then half-knelt on the ground, looking at the people around him with bloodthirsty eyes.
Yan Liqiang wanted to stand up, but at this time, he found that his entire right half of the body, from his right shoulder to his entire right hand and then to his right leg, had completely lost its response and he could not stand up at all. Apart from pain and numbness, the right half of his body had no feeling at all.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and many of the black-clad thugs who had gathered around were frightened by Yan Liqiang and took a step back.
When Yan Liqiang's sharp gaze swept over Mr. Fu, Fu Zixiang's face turned pale, his body was trembling slightly, and he didn't dare to look at Yan Liqiang.
"Master Fu, we can't keep this man. He is different from the previous ones. If you give him a breath, he will bite your neck off. He is a poisonous wolf that eats flesh and drinks blood. No matter how much training he gets, he will never turn into a rabbit. Master Fu, if you want him, you never know when he will be killed by him..." Zhu An stood not far away, looked at Yan Liqiang, took a deep breath, and said to Master Fu.
Some men would be trained to become elopements under coercion, inducement and torture, but when Zhu An saw the look in Yan Liqiang's eyes at that moment, she knew that a man like Yan Liqiang would never surrender and would never become a elopement. Keeping such a man around is like hanging a knife over the head of her bed.
Zhu An didn't understand why a handsome boy like Yan Liqiang would have such a tough and cruel side. The boy's inner heart and his appearance were simply two extremes.
Once hatred has been formed against such a person, we must not keep him around any longer.
“If you obey me today... and listen to me obediently in the future, I will ask them to spare your life. What do you think?” Mr. Fu swallowed nervously and shouted at Yan Liqiang outside the circle.
"Fuck you, bah..." Yan Liqiang spat out a mouthful of blood at Mr. Fu and pointed a knife at him. "If I can't kill you in this life, I will chop off your head in the next life!"
“Zhu An, just… do whatever you want…” Mr. Fu looked at Yan Liqiang’s face, shook his head, sighed reluctantly, and said in a disgusted tone, “I didn’t expect this person to be such a person. How could he not know what is good for him? You are such a beautiful woman, but you become a thief. What a pity!”
"Mr. Fu, don't feel sorry. There may be better ones in the future!" Zhu An smiled and stretched out his hand. A black-clad thug next to him immediately handed Zhu An a knife. Zhu An took the knife and slowly walked towards Yan Liqiang step by step.
I didn't expect that this rebirth would bring me trouble just because of this handsome face. If I had known this, I would have stayed the same as before. Yan Liqiang smiled bitterly in his heart, tightly gripping the knife in his hand, looking at Zhu An who was walking towards him, but in his mind was churning a thought that no one could possibly know - I wonder if I will have a chance to be reborn if I die this time
Zhu An wiped the knife, with a cruel smile on his face, and walked towards Yan Liqiang step by step. When he was two meters away from Yan Liqiang, he narrowed his eyes and was about to kill Yan Liqiang. Yan Liqiang tensed his whole body, ready to take someone with him before he died...
A faint sigh suddenly appeared in everyone's ears.
"I have traveled all over the world and searched for decades. I finally found a satisfactory apprentice. Who dares to kill my apprentice in front of me..."
Everyone was stunned. They turned their heads together and saw that the old man with the broken leg of the herbal medicine that Yan Liqiang had placed on the side of the road had stood up at some point and was looking at the people surrounding Yan Liqiang with an indifferent look, as if he was looking at an ant.
Yan Liqiang blinked and looked at the old man's broken foot, thinking that he was dazzled. The bones of the old man's broken foot were still twisted strangely, and one leg was badly swollen. But at this time, he found that the old man's broken foot had become normal at some point, and the old man's aura also became strange.
“You old fool, you are just a herbalist and you still accept disciples. What are you yelling about? You scared me…” After being stunned for a moment, a thug in black became furious and rushed towards the old man with a knife without even thinking.
"Father-in-law, be careful..." Yan Liqiang shouted quickly.
The old man smiled at Yan Liqiang, and before he could do anything, a golden light flew out from his sleeves, and like lightning, it penetrated into the ear of the man in black who was rushing towards him, and then came out from the man in black’s nose...
Yan Liqiang thought the golden light was very fast at first, but in the next second, Yan Liqiang realized what was really fast. Compared with the next one, this one was like slow motion. He opened his eyes wide, but he could no longer see the golden light. He only felt that the golden light flew around him at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye. Then in the next second, all the men in black around him, including Zhu An and the two bodyguards around Master Fu, all fell to the ground...
In the end, only Master Fu stood there blankly as if he had seen a ghost, looking at the people falling down around him, and screamed, "There's a ghost..." and was about to run out...
From a distance of twenty or thirty meters, Yan Liqiang saw the old man who was picking herbs stretched out his hand and pointed at Mr. Fu. A white light flew out from the old man's finger like a meteor and hit Mr. Fu. In an instant, Mr. Fu's body was like being immobilized by a spell and he could no longer move.
Then the old man came to Yan Liqiang, took a look at Yan Liqiang, and smiled, "Fortunately, that person's Hundred Poisons Snake-Shaped Hand has only been practiced to the third level, and he has only learned a little bit. If that person practiced the Hundred Poisons Snake-Shaped Hand to the seventh level or above, and you were hit, I would have to spend some effort..."
As the old man spoke, he stretched out his hand and patted Yan Liqiang's right shoulder. Yan Liqiang instantly felt a surge of warm current flowing from his shoulder into his body. The pain and numbness in the right side of his body disappeared instantly, just like a thawed fish, which suddenly became able to move again.
Yan Liqiang jumped up at once, and without saying anything, he rushed to the side of Mr. Fu with a knife in his hand. In Mr. Fu's horrified eyes, he raised his knife and slashed, causing Mr. Fu's head to fly up and roll to the ground...
“Good, good, good, not bad, not bad, you have the style of me in my old days…” Seeing Yan Liqiang chop off Mr. Fu’s head cleanly, the old man actually clapped and laughed beside him.
In just a few seconds, the bodies of the dozen or so people who had just fallen to the ground after being surrounded by the golden light began to soften and slowly turned into blood...
Seeing this scene, Yan Liqiang couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
Seeing that the old man was looking at him with a smile, Yan Liqiang dropped the knife in his hand, walked directly to the old man, knelt down, and kowtowed three times on the ground, "Yan Liqiang greets the master!"
“Hahaha…” The old man laughed and grabbed Yan Liqiang, “Good disciple, someone is coming, let’s talk about it in heaven…”
Yan Liqiang was still wondering what "let's talk about it in the sky" meant when he suddenly heard the sound of wind in his ears. His heart almost jumped out of his chest. In the blink of an eye, he was like a bungee jumper, and instantly arrived in the sky more than a hundred meters high. Just when he was so nervous that he wanted to scream and felt that his body was about to fall, a giant blue eagle with a wingspan of more than 20 meters and two pairs of wings flew over like lightning. The old man took him and sat steadily on the back of the giant eagle...
The giant eagle let out a cry that shook the sky, then it spread its wings, and its body instantly rose high into the sky. Yan Liqiang only felt a strong wind and cloud blowing towards him, which made the skin on his face hurt, and he could hardly open his eyes. In just a few seconds, he felt dizzy, had difficulty breathing, and his body felt heavy. Then he felt a blackness in front of his eyes.
"Oh, I almost forgot, my disciple doesn't seem to be a warrior yet, and he can't withstand Qingluan's speed in the sky..."
This was the last sentence Yan Liqiang vaguely heard before he passed out...
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(End of this chapter)