Hearing what Zhong Qinglei said, Liu Zhengyang suddenly became angry.

If it was normal, he would definitely teach Zhong Qinglei a lesson and make him pay more attention to what he said.

However, now he is so tired that he doesn't even want to move his lips.

He said feebly, "Forget it, let's talk about it later, I just want to get a good night's sleep now."

The Sect Master of Panmen nodded, also expressing his approval.

Fortunately, Xiao Qian had already arranged everything in place.

After hearing that Liu Zhengyang and the sect master of Panmen said they were going to rest, he immediately let Liu Zhengyang pass by.

As for the sect master of Panmen, he is naturally responsible for memorizing it.

Back in the room arranged by Xiao Qian, Liu Zhengyang quickly fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long it took, Liu Zhengyang woke up from his coma, slowly opened his eyes, and then saw himself lying in a quiet room. Because he was so tired before going to bed, he didn't even pay attention to the decoration of the room.

Now that he looked closely, he realized that there were a lot of flowers, plants, calligraphy and paintings in the room.

To be able to arrange so well when the war is about to come, it is difficult to make money.

However, Liu Zhengyang glanced around the room and saw no one.

There was no smell of living beings even outside the door.

This is again a bit anomalous.

Because in Liu Zhengyang's opinion, since Xiao Qian has arranged things so well, he should arrange a few people to serve by the way, even if Liu Zhengyang and Panmen Sect Master may not be able to use it.

Liu Zhengyang changed his clothes and walked out of the door suspiciously, when he suddenly heard a faint scream of killing.

The owner of Panmen lived in the room next to Liu Zhengyang.

When Liu Zhengyang walked out of the room, he also pushed open the door.

After hearing the screams of killing from the front, they looked at each other and were stunned.

"Uncle Liu, how long have we been in a coma?" asked the Sect Master of Panmen.

"A day and a night are indispensable." Liu Zhengyang replied: "It seems that the battle between us and Yuan Man has already begun, and it is faster than I thought. We have to hurry and help."

In Liu Zhengyang's expectation, the monks of Yuanman had already been tossed.

It would take at least a day for them to rush to Tianmen City.

Then, equally tired, they would at least take a break before they could go to war.

So when he realized that the war had started, Liu Zhengyang was really surprised.

The door owner of Panmen also had the same idea, and he set off after a hasty exchange with Liu Zhengyang.

They quickly came to the city wall of Tianmen City, and looked down on the earth by taking advantage of their height. They soon saw that the monks of Yuanman were trying to climb the mountain peak, trying to attack Tianmen City, and their movements were very fast.

To a group of powerful monks, the steepness of the mountain is obviously nothing.

However, the monks in Tianmen City kept staring at their opponents.

As long as they see a cultivator with Yuan Man getting a little closer to Tianmen City, they will attack.

The overwhelming attack is enough to overwhelm any monk.

So far, I don't know how many Yuanman monks fell on the mountainside.

The mountains have been dyed red with their blood.

"The battle is more tragic than I imagined, and human life becomes worthless here." Liu Zhengyang sighed softly: "However, it is a good thing for us after all, and the monks of Yuanman cannot easily attack."

"We have relied on this line of defense to kill many Yuanman monks." Panmen's sect master said: "However, even if we have a geographical advantage, we can't tolerate our carelessness. There are five other camps in the opposing camp who are like the southern district chief. the strong."