Everyone is curious, and Yan Liqiang is certainly one of them!
The place Yan Liqiang chose to practice in seclusion was deep in Yulong Mountain. It was usually sparsely populated. Yan Liqiang couldn't imagine how anyone could come here.
Thinking of this, Yan Liqiang wanted to rush out of the valley, but as soon as he moved, he found that he was almost naked, which was very inappropriate. He quickly turned around, leaped forward, and rushed directly to a steep cliff in the canyon.
The 90-degree vertical cliff looked like a smooth road under Yan Liqiang's feet. Yan Liqiang's whole body was running on the cliff at lightning speed. The dragon spine steel spear of extraordinary weight in his hand did not seem to affect his body shape at all at this time.
In just a few breaths, Yan Liqiang rushed up the cliff that was seventy or eighty feet high and came to a cave formed by cracks in the rocks in the middle of the cliff. He placed all the belongings he brought with him in this cave.
Putting away the dragon-back steel spear and taking off his wet shorts, Yan Liqiang, with his bare bottom, quickly changed into a new set of clean clothes from head to toe and was about to leave the cave. He just walked to the entrance of the cave, thought for a while, turned back, rummaged in his bag, took out Guo Shanfeng's mask, put on the mask, changed his face, and then jumped down from the cliff of seventy or eighty feet high like a flying bird, with his arms open, facing the fierce mountain wind.
Yan Liqiang's body was like a meteor. Before landing, he tapped the cliff wall with one foot, and the force of his fall suddenly slowed down. When he was still more than 20 meters away from the ground, Yan Liqiang tapped the cliff wall again, and his falling figure suddenly shot out like an arrow and landed on the crown of a big tree more than 30 meters away. Another tap, and Yan Liqiang's figure was already 50 meters away. In the blink of an eye, Yan Liqiang's figure had left the valley and flew rapidly towards the southeast of the valley.
The flaming golden eagle in the sky was like a high-altitude drone, constantly correcting Yan Liqiang's direction. The so-called towering mountains and steep cliffs, difficulties and obstacles, were completely flat ground for Yan Liqiang at this moment. It took Yan Liqiang less than ten minutes to reach the destination of more than 30 miles of mountain road, and he saw the scene of the pursuit from afar...
There were two people being chased, a woman and a man. The woman was in her twenties, with beautiful long black hair, and was wearing a blue tie-dyed outfit. The outfit was a little special, with patterns and decorations made of silver and fur, full of exotic style. It was not the kind of clothing worn by Han people. Yan Liqiang had never seen such clothing before. The man with the woman looked strong and his clothes were also a little strange. He seemed to be the woman's bodyguard.
The ones chasing them were a group of Shatu people. There were more than thirty of them, each holding a sword, with a ferocious face and shouting as they chased them.
On the ground a few hundred meters away, or in the ravine a thousand meters away, there were five bodies lying. Two of the five bodies were wearing the same clothes as the man who was protecting the woman being chased. The other three bodies looked like Shatu people...
Just when Yan Liqiang saw them...
"Ah..." A scream came from a man behind the woman who was being chased. The Shatu man who was chasing them shot an arrow through the man's chest, causing the man to scream and fall to the ground.
The woman who was being chased cried and tried to hold onto the man who was shot by the arrow, but the man roared, "Miss, hurry up..." Then he shook off the woman's hand, roared, broke the arrow in his chest, and rushed towards the Shatu people behind him.
Almost at the same time, three scimitars chopped into the man's body, and the man hugged a Shatu man who was running in front and stabbed the Shatu man in the chest with a knife. The tip of the knife went through his back, and then the two of them rolled down the hillside together, which slightly stopped the Shatu man chasing behind for a few seconds...
The woman continued to run up the mountain with tears in her eyes. Seeing that she was the only one left, the Shatu people behind her became even more excited, shouting strangely and rushing towards her.
In just a moment, the woman was caught up by a group of Shatu people. The woman was panting heavily, leaning against a big tree, pulling out a sharp dagger from her body, and looking at the Shatu people who were surrounding her like a group of hungry wolves with hatred in her eyes.
A Shatu man raised the bow in his hand towards the woman, but was pulled down by the person next to him. The Shatu man next to him said something loudly, and those Shatu people fixed their eyes on the woman's chest which was violently heaving. They laughed lewdly and put away their swords.
The woman gritted her teeth and tightly grasped the dagger in her hand.
Suddenly, a Shatu man pounced towards the woman. The woman, who was leaning against a big tree, spun and dodged, and while avoiding the attack from the Shatu man, she stabbed out with the dagger in her hand. The Shatu man screamed and was stabbed in the left rib by the woman. He took a few crooked steps and fell to the ground.
Seeing that the woman had actually killed one of their companions, the laughing Shatu people suddenly stopped laughing. One of the Shatu people pointed at the woman and screamed in anger. The next second, four Shatu people rushed towards the woman from three directions...
Seeing four ugly Shatu people rushing towards her, the woman turned pale and without thinking, she stabbed the dagger in her hand towards her heart. She would rather die than fall into the hands of the Shatu people.
At this moment, Yan Liqiang's figure, like an arrow, fell from the sky and landed beside the woman.
The moment he landed, Yan Liqiang stepped on the head of a Shatu man who was rushing in the front with one foot. Then, the Shatu man was like an egg under the feet of an elephant. Without even a sound, his head was stepped on by Yan Liqiang in the chest. Then, his entire skeleton made a terrible cracking sound, and his body suddenly shortened. He was stepped to the ground by Yan Liqiang, deader than dead.
At the moment his feet touched the ground, Yan Liqiang threw out three punches, and the other three Shatu people who rushed over were instantly hit as if by a cannonball. Their bodies exploded into three bloody pools as big as bowls, and each of them was blasted twenty meters away, and died before they even hit the ground.
Then the next second, when the woman's dagger was about to stab her chest, Yan Liqiang stretched out his hand, the woman's wrist felt numb, and Yan Liqiang snatched the dagger away.
At this time, the Shatu people reacted all at once, their faces changed at the same time, and with strange cries, they drew their swords and rushed towards Yan Liqiang.
Yan Liqiang threw the dagger, and the dagger flew like a stream of light, and immediately cut off the necks of two archers who were about to raise their bows and arrows at the back of the Shatu team, causing the two archers to fall to the ground with blood spurting from their necks.
Yan Liqiang's body was as fast as lightning, like a tiger into a flock of chickens. He rushed into the group of Shatu people in front and started killing them.
A knife slashed, a punch...
A sword thrust, a punch...
Want to dodge, a punch...
Under Yan Liqiang's command, those twenty or thirty Shatu people were no match for him. The Shatu people's attacks couldn't even touch the corner of Yan Liqiang's clothes, and Yan Liqiang just punched them. The force of the punch penetrated their bodies, and a bloody hole exploded. Their internal organs were instantly shattered...
For Yan Liqiang at this moment, killing the Shatu people in front of him was a piece of cake.
It was just a few seconds, and when the dagger that was flying like a stream of light returned to Yan Liqiang's hand, there was no Shatu person left in front of Yan Liqiang except his corpse.
The woman stared at everything in front of her in amazement, her whole body numb, as if she couldn't believe what she saw. Those fierce and powerful Shatu people had no ability to resist at all under Yan Liqiang's hands, and were killed completely...
Yan Liqiang walked up to the woman, handed the dagger back to her, and said calmly, "Take it. It's better to stab the Shatu people with this thing than to stab yourself!"
"You... who are you?" the woman spoke. Her voice was very pleasant, and it was authentic Chinese.
(End of this chapter)