"Uncle Qian, don't you think I'm mocking you because of what I just said?"

Liu Zhengyang quickly thought of the reason for the abnormal reaction of the sect master of Panmen, and said dumbfoundedly: "You really don't need to compare the Tibetan sword with yourself, your situation is completely different. I just said those things, just want to tell you, we still It's just dangerous."

"Based on what I know about Liu Zhengyang, he doesn't have that idea either." Zhong Qinglei helped.

Of course, no matter what the Sect Master Panmen thinks, the most important thing right now is to save everyone's life.

Liu Zhengyang didn't have so much free time to appease the owner of Panmen.

So he quickly went straight to the point and said: "All in all, you should already be very clear about your situation. All we can do now is to continue to go deep into the hinterland of Hidden Sword and kill all the high-level officials of this stronghold. A stronghold, I can't believe how difficult it is."

After finishing speaking, Liu Zhengyang asked Zhong Qinglei to take care of the owner of Panmen, and walked towards the correct passage.

Zhong Qinglei supported the head of Panmen, followed behind Liu Zhengyang and asked: "Liu Zhengyang, although I already know the reason why you must move forward, can I ask you a question? You are sure to protect the two of us while fighting against An assassin with a hidden sword?"

Liu Zhengyang said without turning his head: "Since you have already asked a question, what else can you ask?"

Liu Zhengyang seemed to be talking about tongue twisters, and he complained about Zhong Qinglei again.

Of course, he had to admit that Zhong Qinglei asked a good question.

So he immediately replied: "Whether I can protect you at the same time or not, I can only do that, isn't it? If you leave you there, once the other assassins with hidden swords drive over, you will have no choice but to die. You might as well take a gamble with me."

"That is to say, you are not sure?" Zhong Qinglei's face turned green.

If Liu Zhengyang is really not sure, then it is very likely that death is waiting for them.

Liu Zhengyang was embarrassed to admit such a terrifying thing directly, but the Sect Master of Panmen still told the truth.

He sighed: "Liu Zhengyang was already struggling so hard to clean up the old assassins before. How could he still have spare power to protect us? If we want to survive, we can only rely on ourselves, don't think too much."

Zhong Qinglei was immediately speechless.

The Sect Master Panmen said it easily, but what they need to face is death!

Is it possible to face it bravely and not die?

With a very complicated mood, Zhong Qinglei slowly followed Liu Zhengyang forward, and soon came to a hall.

There was a round table in the hall, and there were nine chairs around the table.

Judging from the situation in the hall, this should be the place where the high-level meeting of Hidden Sword was held.

And unlike what Liu Zhengyang imagined, he thought that the high-level managers of Hidden Sword must have run clean, but when he came here, he could actually see a person sitting on every chair. In other words, he needs to face nine powerful enemies by himself.

Being besieged by nine powerful enemies, it feels sour just thinking about it.

If there is anything that is worthy of Liu Zhengyang's happiness, it is probably that the nine powerful enemies in front of him are only at the peak of the Dao Realm.

"It's a bit strange, why are the higher-ups in Hidden Sword weaker than those outside?" Zhong Qinglei asked curiously: "Usually, shouldn't the higher the status, the stronger the strength?"