As soon as these words were spoken, all the listeners' bodies were as shocked as Perot, and at the same time, everyone's eyes instantly gathered on the same person.

At this moment, the surprising and incredible eyes became the only one in this world. Even someone like Yun Zhihao, who has always been famous for his calmness, changed his expression. Looking at the ghost hand Qian, he was a little unbelievable.

Wuqi is the most shocking person among everyone. Because he knows the strength of Ghost Hand Qian better than anyone else. Not long ago, he had already checked the other party's aura, but the other party did not have a slight breath of a cultivator at all. He was just an ordinary person. Since that is the case, how could an ordinary person appear more than 5,000 years ago?

After thinking about this, Wuqi didn't believe it. The first person to doubt Perot's judgment, shook his head gently, looked at Perot, and said, "Godfather! Have you recognized the wrong person? This old man, he is just an ordinary person, how could he be a thousand-faced person five thousand years ago? Although he is also a thousand-faced person, he is just a thousand-faced person in the contemporary world."

"Yes." Ghost Hand Qianwenyan subconsciously explained, nodded, and cooperated with Wuqi, saying, "I am just an ordinary person. I have never met you. Today is just the first time I met you. Have you recognized the wrong person?"

As soon as these words were said, many people turned their heads and looked at Perot. They also nodded, agreeing with Wuqi's words and doubting Perot's judgment.

"Master Wu Sheng, you must have really recognized the wrong person, right? I have checked his aura just now. He is just an ordinary person. How could an ordinary person live for so long?"

"Yes. Master Wu Sheng, if you take a closer look, will it be that you remember the wrong person's appearance five thousand years ago?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Master Wu Sheng's memory cannot be wrong. I know this person. Isn't he the Ghost Hand Qian we met in the village of Thousand Faces when we were young?

He must have looked so similar to the Thousand Face Man five thousand years ago. Master Wu Sheng, he is indeed a Thousand Face Man, but Thousand Face Man is just a title. Many people in the village where Ghost Hand Qianzhu has this title. This person is definitely not the one you know. Because, at best, he is just an old liar. I can guarantee that you must have read this wrong."

There is no doubt that when everyone recognized that the person around Wuqi was not someone else, and the ghost hand Qianhou in his impression, they subconsciously stood on Wuqi's side, but Perot didn't care. With a flash, he appeared directly in front of Guishou Qian, and asked confirmation: "Are you really not the Thousand-faced man who tricked me into Jubaoshan five thousand years ago?"

Ghost Hand Qian was startled by Perot's sudden action, his body involuntarily retreated, and even cold sweat fell, his face became pale and bloodless for a moment. He was like a frightened bird, trembling uncontrollably, obviously very afraid of the other party.

After a full minute of silence, he recovered, patted his chest, and nodded weakly.

"Sorry, I'm old and can't stand the scare. Please don't mind. You recognize the wrong person, I really don't know you."

Perot nodded, raised the corner of his mouth, and showed a meaningful smile, and said again: "Do you dare to say it again, do you really don't know me?"

This time, before Perot finished speaking, he directly put his face close to the other party. A pair of small eyes flashed in an instant, and two cold lights shot out and penetrated into Ghost Hand Qian's eyes.

Ghost Hand Qian's body immediately shivered for a while, his breathing was rapid, and his cold sweat fell down. He took a step back again, and his heartbeat slowly returned to normal, and he said, "I really... don't... know you..."

However, his voice was still trembling, and obviously, he was still a little nervous before he could fully recover.

When the others saw this scene, they all frowned and looked unhappy and accused them, even Wuqi was the same.

"Godfather, Grandpa Ghost Shouqian is our savior. Why do you want to scare him? You can't do this."

"Yes. Lord Wu Sheng, this is not good."

"Master Wu Sheng, he is really an ordinary person. Are you still suspicious?"

Everyone was right. At this moment, Perot was indeed doubting that he would do this.

Because, he remembered it very clearly that in his impression, the Thousand Face Man who was five thousand years ago looked like this, and the person in front of him was exactly the same as the Thousand Face Man who was back then, and he should undoubtedly be alone.

If they are already like this and cannot be said to be the same person, then he really has to doubt whether there are really two identical leaves in this world. Otherwise, this problem cannot be explained at all. However, at this time, Perot was more concerned about these things, but the breath of Ghost Hand Qian.

Because, in his impression, although the Thousand Faces man five thousand years ago was very weak, his stealing skills were outstanding, he was at least a cultivator. He could feel a trace of the unique aura of a cultivator without interruption, but the person in front of him did not have the aura of a cultivator at all. Could it be that they are really two people? They just look particularly similar?

As soon as he thought of this, Perot shook his head, thinking that this was impossible.

There is no way to have two identical leaves in the world. Even if they have the same appearance, there is only one kind of same situation, that is, twins. But the person in front of him is obviously just an ordinary person. Could an ordinary person be the brother of the thousand-faced man five thousand years ago? It is absolutely impossible!

Since it is impossible, why are their appearance, behavior and conversation so consistent? Moreover, except for the slightly different breaths, there is no other difference.

Could it be that he... by the way! I understand! The breath can be hidden. As a cultivator, how can I forget all the most basic things of a cultivator? As long as I reach my kung fu, my cultivator's aura can completely hide, and outsiders cannot sense it.

By the way! Only in this way can it be said that this old man is obviously an ordinary person, but he can appear on the top of Jubao Mountain, and there is no trace of scar on his body!

As soon as he thought of this, Perot's eyes suddenly lit up and he made a judgment that the other party was the one who was thousands of years ago.

So, without hesitation, he climbed his breath to the limit. With all his strength, he condensed his energy on his arms, making the whole arm shine dazzlingly in an instant, like the sun, full of shocking deterrence.

Just then, Perot suddenly grinned, showed his white teeth at Ghost Hand Qian, and asked again: "I'll ask you again, are you a thousand-faced man of five thousand years?"

Ghost Hand Qian continued to shake his head.

Seeing this, Perot nodded slightly, and then he stopped talking nonsense. He shook his body and turned into a flash of white light. He punched out at a speed that was lightning speed. The space that hit him started to buzz and tremble. The ground even cracked and hundreds of cracks appeared.

This punch was not Perot's full-strength attack, it was only 10%, but its speed was Perot's limit. If it was hit by his attack, Wuqi and others would naturally be fine. However, as an ordinary person, the ghost hand Qian would definitely die. Even if he was lucky enough to die, he would still be half-dead.

The punch was too fast and the attack was a little too sudden. Before everyone could react, the fierce and terrifying blow had already rushed to the front of Ghost Hand Qian in a flash.

Although Wuqi reacted the fastest, he discovered something wrong immediately. He wanted to use the substitute technique to save Ghost Hand Qian, but he was still one step slower than Perot. The thoughts in his mind just popped up. Before he could turn into reality, Perot's punch had already fallen firmly into Ghost Hand Qian's eyebrows.

"No!!!"

In an instant, everyone couldn't help but exclaim, they knew it was broken, Perot did an irreversible mistake and actually killed his savior.

However, what no one expected was that just when they thought that Ghost Hand Qian's eyebrows were about to be like a watermelon that had been smashed, and with a "bang!", such a tragedy did not happen. Perot's fist continued to rush forward, penetrated the other party's head, and directly pierced the other party's head with one punch.

But has it really penetrated the head? No!

It was not until this time that they saw clearly that Perot's punch was no longer Ghost Hand Chien, but a dummy who looked exactly the same as Ghost Hand Chien. To be more precise, in fact, the one who was hit was a afterimage. The real Ghost Hand Chien had already avoided this almost fatal blow without anyone noticing it.

"So fast!!!"

"Too fast! This... this is just a afterimage!"

"Oh my God! Is this the speed of Ghost Hand Qian? He is so old, how could he be faster than the Martial Saint who stepped out of the peak of the Holy Realm with half his feet!"

Realizing this, everyone exclaimed again, and Perot himself was stunned and stood there.

Although he had already guessed that the other party was not as ordinary as it seemed on the surface, and he was definitely the one who was thousands of faces back then. He deliberately showed mercy and used this trick to test the other party and forced the other party to reveal his identity, but he was always waiting, and he was waiting for the other party to dodge.

As long as the other party shows signs of dodging, he will stop in time to stop this sudden temptation.

Perot has absolute confidence in this point. When his level reaches his level, he has no suspense to be able to send and receive freely. As long as he thinks, he can complete it in an instant and there will be no accidents at all.

However, Perot never expected that Ghost Hand Qian did not dodge from beginning to end, and his expression was extremely calm, as if he had to rely on his skinny body to take over his punch.

After discovering this, Perot naturally had no way to stop, so he had to minimize his strength. Because if he stopped at this time, he would lose the purpose of temptation.

However, in the end, Perro was stunned. He thought he hit the other party with one punch, but he didn't expect that the only thing he hit was a ball of air. This mysterious old man had no idea where he had been hiding without knowing it, leaving only a shadow.

Too fast! Even I can't achieve this speed!

The next moment, Perot couldn't help but exclaim, but after a moment, he smiled, raised the corner of his mouth, and said proudly: "I remembered it! Such a fast speed! Such a physical method! It turns out that you are that damn thief! Old bastard! I'm not wrong! You are the Thousand Face Man from 5,000 years ago! Want to run away? No way!"

After saying this, Perot immediately disappeared from the spot, turned into a stream of light and flashed away, rushed down from the edge of the cliff, and lost his trace, but in just a moment, he returned to the spot. When he appeared again, there was already an extra person beside him, and the Ghost Hand Qian Zheng locked his hands tightly and brought them back to everyone's eyes.

It was not until this time that the afterimage left by the Ghost Hand Qian at some point completely turned into air and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes. Only then did everyone suddenly come back to their senses from the inextricable shock, their eyes glowing, and they looked at Ghost Hand Qian in disbelief.

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