Liu Zhengyang sat on the ground to rest, feeling relieved.

Of course, he was more mentally tired than physically tired.

Because the time he fought with the old assassin was not long at all, compared to the evenly matched powerhouses who would fight for a few days, or compared to the last time he went to intercept the army of Yuan Man, his physical strength can be said to be exhausted. is not worth mentioning.

What really made him feel tired was the fatigue caused by the huge psychological pressure.

Fighting the old assassin, but a battle that may die at any time.

As soon as Liu Zhengyang sat down to rest, Zhong Qinglei and the sect master of Panmen had already walked up.

"Liu Zhengyang, you are really a monster, and you can solve a strong person above the Taoist realm so easily." Zhong Qinglei sighed with lingering fear: "I saw you and the old assassin working hard just now, I thought you would all die together, then The price is too heavy.”

The Sect Master of Panmen tapped Liu Zhengyang's shoulder lightly and persuaded: "Lianmeng Master Liu, although you were really brave in the battle and finally won the battle, I still don't recommend you keep fighting like this. There is only one life, but not Good for betting."

The moment the palm of the Sect Master of Panmen fell, an impact force spread throughout Liu Zhengyang's body.

Although the force was pitifully small, if it was normal, it would be like a fly falling on Liu Zhengyang.

But Liu Zhengyang is now injured, and the result is completely different.

The touched wound made Liu Zhengyang grin in pain, and he was sweating profusely.

He spat out carefully: "Uncle, can you think about how I feel? I'm a wounded now."

The Sect Master Panmen was startled, and quickly retracted his palm and laughed dryly.

"Zhong Qinglei, give me the medicinal pill for healing. I don't even dare to move now." Liu Zhengyang greeted Zhong Qinglei and asked Zhong Qinglei to take out the medicinal pill for himself, and waited until the broken rib was completely healed. Stand up slowly.

Zhong Qinglei muttered: "It's just a broken rib, shouldn't it be nothing to you? As for the medicinal herbs, do you want me to feed you?"

"Although the injury is nothing, it is worth it to have less pain." Liu Zhengyang smiled, and then said sternly: "Speaking of which, Uncle Qian's words are also very reasonable, even if it is just to stop being injured, I will Try to avoid it as much as possible.”

"Is it just to avoid getting hurt as much as possible?" The Sect Master Panmen burst into shame.

Zhong Qinglei also complained: "Liu Zhengyang, you can't always use your standards to judge others, the old assassin's attack on you may only hurt you, but when it falls on others, it can directly It's life-threatening."

For example, Zhong Qinglei and Panmen Sect Master, once they are hit, they will die.

but……

Liu Zhengyang didn't quite understand what they meant, and asked inexplicably: "I didn't let you go to the battlefield, how can you say that you are judged by my standards? Could it be that you see that I am very tired and tired. Excuse me, do you want to go to the battlefield in person?"

"This..." Zhong Qinglei and the Sect Master Panmen hesitated.

Liu Zhengyang was also honest and unceremonious, and said with great ease: "It was so happily decided, I can understand the monk's mood to want to go to the battlefield, the next battle will be left to you to solve, I just take a break and adjust my state. it is good."

Zhong Qinglei and Panmen Sect Master looked at each other and were speechless.