Aware that Xiao Qian might have been on the battlefield, the door owner of Panmen was very nervous.

Even though he has seen Xiao Qian stand in front of him with his own eyes, he is still worried as a father.

He pulled Xiao Qian over and fumbled almost all over his body. The hideous expression on his face gradually disappeared, and he breathed a long sigh of relief: "It's fine, it's fine, then what's the matter with the blood on your body? Where is it? The place provoked?"

"Father, there are so many people watching, it's embarrassing." Xiao Qian said.

As the commander of Panmen, he was treated like a child by his father, and Xiao Qian felt that he had lost all face.

However, he answered the question honestly: "These bloodstains were left when I was patrolling the battlefield, when some Yuanman monks rushed up to attack. Some Yuanman monks knew they were going to die, and they rushed with all their lives. Come and attack us."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Zhengyang had already seen real examples on the battlefield.

When the Yuanman monks on the ground climbed towards Tianmen City, they would carefully avoid the attack.

So the speed is greatly affected.

The Panmen cultivator's attack on him also had a low hit rate.

However, once those Yuanman cultivators failed to evade the attack and suffered fatal injuries, but were unable to retreat successfully because they were on the mountainside, they would burst out with all their strength, soaring into the sky like rockets, jumping up and trying to pull a padded back.

Of course, people who can do this kind of thing need to have Dao realm strength, or be close to Dao realm.

The blood on Xiao Qian's body obviously came from this way.

After the Sect Master Panmen witnessed this process with his own eyes, his face was horribly ugly.

He demanded decisively: "Then stop patrolling in such a dangerous place."

"Father, how can that be?" Xiao Qian protested loudly: "If I don't patrol, how can I understand the situation on the battlefield, and how can I make the right choice as a commander? With guards by my side, one or two words The cultivator will not be in the way."

The guy who followed Xiao Qian last time in Pengjicheng was still standing beside him silently.

The guard Xiao Qian said was obviously him.

With his strength, it is really easy and simple to protect Xiao Qian from the hands of the Taoist monks.

The door owner of Panmen looked at Xiao Qian's guard, and for a while he didn't know what to say.

Because they are both right.

"Uncle, I don't think now is the time for you to discuss this kind of thing." Liu Zhengyang suddenly interrupted the dispute between their father and son, looked towards the south with a solemn expression, and said, "The next battle will be more tragic than we imagined. ."

"What do you mean?" asked the Sect Master Panmen?

Xiao Qian didn't change his attitude, he seemed to have long known that the situation was wrong.

He deliberately came to the front line to patrol and inspect, maybe because of this.

Eight hundred zhang away from the south of Tianmen City, where the Panmen cultivators could not have attacked, a large number of Yuanman cultivators were watching the show in their spare time, as if the whole battle had nothing to do with them. The people who are climbing are only a few of the Yuanman monks.

And still very few.

Liu Zhengyang and Panmen Sect Master, who had just arrived on the battlefield, were initially attracted by the battle in front of them.

It was only now that they realized that Yuan Man obviously had a back-up move.

"What on earth are they thinking?" The Sect Master Panmen asked with a livid face.