Life is strong but also fragile. Yan Liqiang felt sad when he saw a young master whom he had just envied and admired die in front of him.
Yan Liqiang didn't even know the name of this disciple of Mingwang Sect until now. However, looking at his martial arts skills, he was far beyond his own. He should be at least a martial arts master, or even higher. He could be called a young talent. Such a promising man just died like this, right in front of him.
Yan Liqiang felt complicated, because he suddenly thought of his last "death" experience, which was equally sudden and unexpected. Life and death were just a matter of a moment. The only difference was that he still had a chance to "start over", while the disciple of Mingwangzong in front of him was really dead.
However, the current environment is not the time for Yan Liqiang to sigh. This is the wilderness with no human habitation around. A large number of Black Wind Bandits may arrive soon, so he must hurry.
According to what the disciple of Ming Wang Zongnan said, Yan Liqiang touched the man's body and waist, and sure enough, he found a medicine bag on the man's waist. There were several bottles in the medicine bag, and one of the bottles was white.
Holding the medicine, Yan Liqiang looked at the green smoke next to him again. The green smoke had become much lighter, but it had not completely dissipated. Yan Liqiang looked carefully and found that the smoke was floating in the air. There was no smoke about two feet away from the ground, just like the thick smoke in a fire. The air under the smoke might be breathable.
Seeing this, he did not waste time, but quickly ran to the body of a Shatu guard nearby, cut off a piece of cloth from the sleeve of the Shatu guard's clothes with a knife, then opened the kettle hanging on the guard's body, poured the water in the kettle on the cloth to wet it, and then used the cloth as a mask to cover his face, and rushed to the group of smoke that had not completely dissipated, crawled on the ground, and crawled towards the female disciple of Mingwangzong.
Yan Liqiang was very careful. He crawled forward with his face pressed tightly against the ground, breathing deeply and paying attention to the condition of his body. If he felt something was wrong, he would stop immediately. If he was poisoned at this time, it would be terrible because it would be impossible for a fourth person to come out and save him. Instead, the possibility of the Shatu people coming here was very high.
The air breathed in through the damp cloth had a faint and strange, unpleasant sweet and fishy smell, but it was not strong. The smell made Yan Liqiang's tongue a little numb, just like chewing a Sichuan pepper while eating. Yan Liqiang's heart was beating fast, and when he felt his tongue going numb, he stopped moving forward all of a sudden. After resting for a few seconds, he felt relieved when he felt that the numbness on his tongue did not spread any further, and he continued to crawl towards the female disciple of Mingwang Sect.
Climbing to the side of the female disciple of Ming Wang Zong, the woman had her eyes tightly closed, her pretty face was a little pale, but there was a trace of green line between her eyebrows, that green line seemed to have life, it was still growing and spreading slowly, one green line was about to become two...
Yan Liqiang didn't dare to delay. He grabbed the woman's hand and dragged her from the ground to the outside of the fog while crawling.
Fortunately, Yan Liqiang was quite strong and the woman was not heavy, so he quickly dragged the woman out of the smoke.
Helping the woman up and sitting on the ground with her back against his thighs, Yan Liqiang opened the white medicine bottle, pinched the woman's mouth open, and fed a red, fragrant pill from the white medicine bottle directly into the woman's mouth. Then he lifted the woman's chin and let the pill slide directly into the woman's stomach.
After doing all this, Yan Liqiang laid the female disciple of Mingwang Sect flat on the ground and observed her carefully for a moment.
Miraculously enough, not long after the pill entered the woman's stomach, Yan Liqiang discovered that the green line between the woman's eyebrows stopped growing, and then slowly began to fade under his gaze.
Yan Liqiang felt relieved at once.
"Since no one can move now, I have to do the task of cleaning up the battlefield by myself. That old man Shatu seems to be a priest of some kind. He doesn't look like an ordinary person. Such an opportunity can't be wasted!" Yan Liqiang stood up and said to himself, then ran towards the old man Shatu who he had killed without any psychological burden.
At this time, he cleaned up the battlefield first. Yan Liqiang didn't think about taking it all for himself. He would just wait for the woman to wake up before dividing it.
The old man Shatu was already dead, and his death was very ugly. Yan Liqiang's first arrow went straight through his head from the face, and Yan Liqiang's second arrow went straight through the old man's heart, nailing him to the ground with the arrow.
The old man who was surrounded by people and looked so majestic just now looked ugly after his death, just like a pile of black and smelly cow dung.
Knowing that the old man had many tricks, out of caution, Yan Liqiang did not directly search the old man's body. Instead, he picked up a long sword on the ground and quickly lifted and cut open the old man's clothes to see what was on the old man's body.
What made Yan Liqiang speechless was that, perhaps because important people did not have the habit of carrying wallets and other things when they went out, the old man had nothing on him, not even a wallet or medicine bag. Only when Yan Liqiang used his sword to pry open the old man's close-fitting lining did he see a strange thing hanging on the old man's shriveled chest.
The thing was the size of a palm, like an antique round bronze mirror, shining with a bronze luster all over. On the surface of the thing, there were circles of gorgeous and mysterious words, and in the middle of the thing, there was an exotic beast core crystal as big as a quail egg.
Different from the exotic beast core crystals Yan Liqiang had seen before, the exotic beast core crystal on the copper plate at this moment had become dull and had a circle of fine cracks, having long lost all its spiritual energy.
This thing was kept close to the body of that damn Shatu priest, and it looked unusual, so Yan Liqiang unceremoniously pulled it off the old man...
As soon as he took it in his hand, Yan Liqiang discovered that the exotic beast core crystal on the object was still warm, but was cooling down rapidly.
Could this thing be the spiritual energy array talisman that the Mingwang Sect disciple just mentioned
Yan Liqiang put the thing away. The dim and broken beast core crystal on it suddenly reminded Yan Liqiang of something.
At this moment, the poisonous smoke in the distance had completely dissipated. He carefully ran to the side of the giant centipede that was broken into two pieces and shot by two arrows. Holding back the slightly creepy feeling in his heart, he used the long sword in his hand to poke the two halves of the centipede's body apart. Then, in the middle of the centipede's body, Yan Liqiang saw a crystal clear beast core crystal that flashed with a faint green luster.
After putting away the beast core crystal again, Yan Liqiang wanted to search for more, but he heard a whimpering sound from the side. He turned around and saw that the female disciple of Mingwang Sect had woken up and was slowly opening her eyes...
Just now, when Yan Liqiang dragged the female disciple of Mingwangzong over, he happened to put her together with the male disciple of Mingwangzong. So when the female disciple opened her eyes, she saw the lifeless face of the dead male disciple of Mingwangzong.
“Brother…” The female disciple of Ming Wang Sect cried out in grief, struggled to sit up, and then suddenly fell on the male disciple and cried heartbreakingly…
"Girl, please accept my condolences..." Yan Liqiang sighed, walked over and spoke...
(End of this chapter)