Zhong Qinglei blinked again, dumbfounded, speechless.

In all fairness, he naturally did not want to be the coolie who destroyed the wall.

Because he had already seen in the battle just now, the walls of the stone palace were much harder than he imagined, and he didn't know what kind of stone they were made of. Although he did his best to destroy the wall, it wasn't that he couldn't destroy the wall, but he would be exhausted.

He didn't want to be too tired to stand still on the battlefield.

However, he didn't seem to be able to speak without a little effort.

The relationship between the door owner of Panmen and Liu Zhengyang is not as good as that of Zhong Qinglei, and he is even more embarrassed to shirk.

He walked directly to the wall leading to the treasure trove, and when he was full of strength, he punched.

Boom!

I have to say that the stone used by the Tibetan sword to build the stone palace is really amazing, and it was not blown up by one punch.

The fist above the Panmen Sect Master Dao Realm hit the hard wall, leaving only a depression.

The Sect Master Panmen frowned and said with a dark face: "It seems that it is more difficult to destroy this broken wall than we thought. Damn it, we should have prepared some suitable tools and brought them here. Use a fist. It's too slow to smash it all at once."

"You call this a broken wall?" Zhong Qinglei said, wanting to cry without tears: "Is there such a hard broken wall under the sky?"

In any case, whether Zhong Qinglei and the Sect Master Panmen are willing or not, this coolie will definitely be done.

Liu Zhengyang, on the other hand, sat down in a random chair, found tea leaves and water from the secret palace, boiled the water with immortal power, and then tasted it with Erlang's legs crossed, while watching Panmen Sect Master and Zhong Qinglei busy. In contrast, he was so comfortable that he didn't know how to describe it.

When the fragrance of tea drifted in the hall, Zhong Qinglei, who smelled the fragrance of tea, turned around and saw Liu Zhengyang's appearance, and was speechless.

He was silent for a long time before complaining: "Liu Zhengyang, are you embarrassed?"

"Why are you embarrassed?" Liu Zhengyang said calmly and confidently: "I used up so much energy when I just fought the assassin who had hidden the sword. It's not too much to rest now, right? We're not in a hurry anyway, we can wait. You slowly destroy."

Zhong Qinglei was so depressed that he almost smoked, but he had no choice but to go back and work as a coolie.

And, probably because he was sabotaging with indignation, he destroyed the walls even faster.

About two hours later, Zhong Qinglei and Panmen Sect Master finally opened a passage to the treasure house.

As for the price, it was natural that Zhong Qinglei and the Sect Master Panmen were both exhausted and out of breath.

"Liu Zhengyang, you must give me a hundred pills that are higher than the magic congealing pill." Zhong Qinglei said breathlessly: "Otherwise, I'm really sorry for my hard work as a digger. Elevate above the Dao realm."

"I'm already above the Dao realm. I know that my realm is not so easy to break through. I only need to improve my physical body to be 70% to 80% stronger than you." Panmen's sect master was also out of breath and said: "With Liu Zhengyang's alchemy technique, it shouldn't be a big problem, right?"

Liu Zhengyang slowly put away the teacup and walked towards the treasure house.

After walking into the treasure chest, he immediately saw the inventory inside.

Then, he froze slightly, wondering if there was something wrong with his eyes.