"We failed," said the cultivator who was cornered by Liu Zhengyang: "Liu Zhengyang, your strength is indeed unbelievable. Even if we join forces with twelve people, we can't take you down. However, you can't ask any questions from us. information!"

This monk moves very fast.

Although Liu Zhengyang saw him make a move, it was too late to stop him, he could only watch him pierce his heart.

As a **** arrow flew out, the monk whose heart was pierced fell down.

However, he didn't seem to feel the pain, and instead said very proudly: "You have fought hard for so long but have not achieved anything, are you desperate? Liu Zhengyang, just wait, the advantage that Qian Liang has helped us gain is enough to unify us. Chuo District, you are next!"

Liu Zhengyang's face was gloomy, and he was very upset by this monk.

There is a method, although he doesn't want to use it, but he has to use it.

He quickly took out a healing medicinal pill and forcibly stuffed it into the opponent's mouth.

At the same time, Zhong Qinglei had rushed back with a small amount of money.

"Uncle Liu, what are you doing? Why do you want to save him? Besides, it's impossible to save someone whose heart has been pierced, right?" Xiao Qian asked inexplicably, "Although I can understand how you want to torture him. , but it's not worth wasting the medicinal pills on him."

"You don't know that." Zhong Qinglei took the initiative to explain to Xiao Qian: "We have already discovered that because the cultivator's vitality is extremely strong, as long as the cultivator's injuries are healed before he completely dies, even if his heart is destroyed, it will be fine. rescue."

"No way? And that kind of miracle?" Xiao Qian was stunned.

At the same time, the complexion of the monk who fell at Liu Zhengyang's feet has begun to improve rapidly.

After the heart was pierced, his face did turn pale for a while, like a corpse, but with the help of the medicinal pill, his face quickly recovered a bit of blood, and his vitality became stronger again. The injuries on his body are also recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The surrounding Panmen monks were shocked when they saw this miraculous scene.

"A miracle, a miracle, the alchemy technique of Alliance Leader Liu turned out to be so miraculous."

"If each of our cultivators can bring a few of these pills to fight, wouldn't they be able to walk sideways in the central area? As long as they are not killed by high-level cultivators, they are almost invincible."

"Uncle Liu, can you help us refine this medicine? Just ask for it!"

It is precisely because this kind of healing medicine can play a very important role in the battle between power and power, and the high-level officials of Tianmen City are embarrassed.

They asked Liu Zhengyang directly.

However, now Liu Zhengyang is really not in the mood to pay attention to them.

He stared at the monk under his feet, his face extremely blue.

The cultivator was indeed healed by the medicinal pill just now, and his vitality was restored.

But in just a blink of an eye, he became so angry again, his face distorted in pain.

What's more terrifying is that the skin of his whole body has turned purple.

"How could this happen?" Zhong Qinglei said in surprise: "Liu Zhengyang, did you take the wrong medicine?"

"Will he recover just now if he used the wrong medicine?" Liu Zhengyang replied with a dark face: "The flying knife this guy uses is poisonous, and it must be the poison that Yuan Man specially prepared to kill people at such a critical moment. It's for silence."