When Liu Zhengyang stood beside the Panmen Sect Master, the Panmen Sect Master raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised.

He knew very well that Liu Zhengyang and him were equals, not his subordinates.

Even if Liu Zhengyang is willing to help Panmen for the sake of fighting with Xiao Qian's master and apprentice, or for the sake of everyone fighting side by side, it is also a matter of friendship. He can fight alone, and there is no need to obey Panmen. The master's order.

Therefore, when Liu Zhengyang expressed his willingness to obey the command, the owner of Panmen was both surprised and moved.

"I don't really want to face the first-line powerhouses of Yuanman." Zhong Qinglei said helplessly: "But if I want to watch the two of you go to the **** battle without helping, and it's not very reasonable, I can only accompany you with all my strength. After the battle, you have to protect me."

Liu Zhengyang rolled his eyes, not knowing what to say about Zhong Qinglei.

With Zhong Qinglei's physical strength, even if he encounters a strong person above Yuanman's Taoist realm, he will not die so easily, right?

But the battle is about to start, and Liu Zhengyang is not in the mood to complain about him.

After receiving the affirmative attitude of Liu Zhengyang and Zhong Qinglei, the owner of Panmen immediately jumped off the city wall and rushed to the battlefield.

The three of them rampaged on the battlefield again, as if entering a land of no one, killing the Yuanman cultivator to the point of throwing away his armor and armor.

Although killing and killing in the short term has no way to affect the situation of the war, it can still be done to disrupt the battlefield.

As more and more Yuanman monks died in battle, Yuanman's morale plummeted.

Many have even begun to flee.

After fighting for another hour, the Yuanman monks who were fighting on the front line were basically forced to retreat.

Liu Zhengyang and the other three also retreated due to exhaustion.

The war can be said to be the first to come to an end.

After returning to Tianmen City, Liu Zhengyang and others gathered in Xiao Qian's office room to discuss.

"Although we temporarily repelled Yuanman's attack, it's only a matter of time before they make a comeback." Panmen's sect master said with a gloomy face: "They managed to catch this weak opportunity in Tianmen City, and they will never miss it. We There is no time to rest."

"Hey, I thought I could take a rest after defeating Hidden Sword." Zhong Qinglei said helplessly: "But it's not good for us to fight head-to-head, Panmen Sect Master, have you forgotten that there are people who hide swords in the dark? Are you eyeing?"

The face of the Sect Master Panmen changed, as if he really forgot this key point.

The powerhouses in Tianmen City are exhausted.

They were already stretched to deal with Yuan Man, and if they were stabbed by those who hid the sword again, the consequences would really be unimaginable.

"Although we are in a hurry, it seems that we can only free up part of our strength to make pills." Liu Zhengyang thought about it and then suggested: "The only way out now is to use the treasures of the hidden sword to refine enough pills to improve Tianmen. The strength of the city."

Although what Liu Zhengyang said was the right way, it still made the sect master of Panmen irritable.

Because Liu Zhengyang is a very important combat power, and is one of their biggest cards in Tianmen City.

If Liu Zhengyang is unable to fight because of alchemy, the high-end combat power they already lack will be even more lacking.

"Uncle Liu, what kind of medicine do you want to refine to improve our strength?" Panmen's sect master asked worriedly, with a sad face: "What do you initially estimate that those refined medicine pills can improve our strength? "