The heavy rain was still there, and a mountain wind blew, and Yan Liqiang, who was soaked all over, beat him up with cleverness, and his numb brain resumed his operation. He looked at the messy valley in the distance and hurriedly ran towards the valley.

The raindrops mixed with the cold wind blew on Yan Liqiang's face. Yan Liqiang's head was completely full of porridge. The scene just now was too impacted by Yan Liqiang's understanding of the world. How could Lin Qingtian become like that? Could it be that in this world, besides humans, there are other non-human races? How could those non-humans become Lin Qingtian and become the prime minister of the Han Empire? And the Yuluo Palace seemed to have known Lin Qingtian's inhuman identity. What was going on?

Countless questions appeared in Yan Liqiang's heart, and Yan Liqiang vaguely felt that he seemed to know something extraordinary this time.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Liqiang rushed into the valley!

The valley was in a mess, with broken stones and broken trees everywhere, with big pits everywhere on the ground, and the rock walls on both sides were full of sharp gullies left by sword energy. The entire valley seemed to have been baptized by meteors.

"Boom..." The rocks in the rock wall shattered, and the white-clothed swordsman rushed out of a pile of rocks. The white-clothed swordsman had just stood up and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. His body swayed for a moment, and then he coughed violently...

"Senior, are you okay?" In order to avoid misunderstandings from the swordsman in white, Yan Liqiang did not immediately rush forward, but said to the swordsman in white apart from a distance.

"Who are you?" The golden mask on the white-clothed swordsman's face looked extremely strange, especially when the mask turned around and spoke to you. With the hoarse voice, a pressure naturally came to his face.

Yan Liqiang swallowed a saliva and said calmly, "My name is Wang Shagen..."

"No!" The white-clothed swordsman interrupted Yan Liqiang's words firmly, shook his head, glanced over the powerful bow of the hundred stones on Yan Liqiang's hand, and continued in a hoarse voice, "You are not Wang Shagen, you are... Yan Liqiang of Ganzhou, the bow on your hand, I have seen it on the bank of Tianchi in Canglong Mountain. You have just changed your body and face. The cultivation of the bow and bow in your hand has not changed. There are only a handful of skills that can change your body and face in the world. There are only a few skills that can change your body and face like you now. There are even fewer one. There are only one "Thousand-Faced Divine Art". This "Thousand-Faced Divine Art" is the unique secret of the Thousand-Faced Divine Art that year. However, the Thousand-Faced Divine Art has been extinct for many years and should have died long ago. "Thousand-Faced Divine Art" has not appeared in the world for a long time. It seems that you have accidentally obtained the true teachings of the Thousand-Faced Divine Art..."

Looking at the golden mask with a faint golden light, Yan Liqiang felt his scalp numb, and he felt like he was seen naked. The power of this white-clothed swordsman was beyond Yan Liqiang's imagination. He did not expect that this man was watching the battle on the bank of Tianchi, Canglong Mountain. Now he just glanced at himself and actually shook his background. However, the only thing that made Yan Liqiang feel at ease was this white-clothed swordsman. Judging from what he did, he should not be a vicious person, especially when dealing with Lin Qingtian, this white-clothed swordsman should be in the same trench as him. Otherwise, Yan Liqiang would either have to silence or escape.

As his thoughts turned, Yan Liqiang simply nodded, "Senior's eyes are like torch, admire, admire, good, I am Yan Liqiang!"

"I didn't expect you to dare to attack Lin Qingtian?"

"As the prime minister, Lin Qingtian is indeed a cancer of my Han Empire. I have long wanted to kill this traitor!

"Did you see everything just now?" the white-clothed swordsman continued to ask.

"See!" Yan Liqiang nodded, "I shot an arrow at Lin Qingtian, and then I saw Lin Qingtian turning into a monster that looked like a human being, and finally ran towards the other side..."

The white-clothed swordsman looked at the direction of Lin Qingtian's escape and sighed slightly, "What a pity, he was not killed this time..."

"Senior, who is Lin Qingtian? How could he become that way?" Yan Liqiang asked the most curious question in his heart.

"Do you want to know?" the white-clothed swordsman asked faintly.

After hesitating for a second, Yan Liqiang nodded heavily.

"Someone is coming!" The white-clothed swordsman turned his head, looked out of the valley, and then coughed again. Finally, he supported his body with a little difficulty. After the coughing stopped, he pointed to the ground not far away. "There is a broken arm of Lin Qingtian over there... If you want to know the answer, pick it up and follow me..."

After saying this, the swordsman in white flashed and then disappeared into the mountains and forests next to him. Yan Liqiang looked at the ground not far away and ran over. Sure enough, he saw a broken arm falling to the ground. It was just that arm, but not a human arm, but like the claws of a mutated crocodile, the thick arm was covered with pitch-black scales, and the nails on the arm were like wild animals.

Yan Liqiang picked up the inhuman arm, flashed his body, and followed the white-clothed swordsman to penetrate the mountains.

After the two left here for a few minutes, amid lightning and thunder, figures flashed in the valley, and two figures of people braved heavy rain appeared in the valley...

The two men, one is an old man with gray hair and beards, and the other is a father-in-law who is as white as snow and has a hint of feminine aura. Yan Liqiang once met when he went to the palace.

"The person has left!" the old man glanced at the valley and said in a low voice.

"There are things here..." The father-in-law came to the place not far from Yan Liqiang's broken arm, bent down, reached out to touch a stone on the ground, and picked up a small piece of thing. The skin on the tail seemed to be half the size of a palm, and the tail was also covered with hard scales.

Looking at the flesh and blood on his hands, the father-in-law's face changed, "Go and go back to the palace!"

After these two people left, several more waves of people came to this valley, searched the valley, and then left...

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Chapter completed!