After disposing of Xue Cangyuan's body, Liu Zhengyang and Zhong Qinglei continued to set off.

Of course, it was all urged by Liu Zhengyang.

Otherwise, Zhong Qinglei could still be intoxicated by Xue Cangyuan's body for ten days and ten nights, until Xue Cangyuan's body rotted.

On the way forward, Liu Zhengyang said to Zhong Qinglei, who was a little lost: "Don't think about Xue Cangyuan, if you want, there are probably a lot of powerhouses above the Dao Realm who will be waiting for you to kill until you kill them. Soft hands and feet, until I feel like vomiting."

"What?" Zhong Qinglei said in surprise: "Where in the world are there so many powerhouses above the Dao level? Do you think it's Chinese cabbage?"

Zhong Qinglei didn't believe Liu Zhengyang's words at all.

"Whether what I said is the truth, you will know right away." Liu Zhengyang replied confidently.

Zhong Qinglei still didn't believe it, because it subverted his cognition.

But seeing Liu Zhengyang's confident look, he was a little murmured again.

After all, Liu Zhengyang's performance all the time, he can see it.

Since Liu Zhengyang said this, the possibility of realization exceeds 90%.

They continued to move forward, and encountered several assassins with hidden swords along the way, most of which were Taoist monks.

But occasionally there are still existences above the Dao realm.

Not counting Xue Cangyuan, Zhong Qinglei had already fought three or more assassins from the Dao Realm.

The high-intensity and high-frequency combat has quickly made him lose the freshness at the beginning.

He's already starting to figure out a way to escape the fight.

"Liu Zhengyang, next time there are assassins above the Dao level, go and deal with them." Zhong Qinglei said with a look of disgust: "It's stinky, hard and hard to beat, I've already vomited, and you're the only one. Only a kind of evildoer can easily take care of them."

"Isn't it? You changed your mind so quickly?" Liu Zhengyang asked curiously, "You didn't say that a few days ago."

"Your memory may not be so good." Zhong Qinglei glared at Liu Zhengyang, and then changed the subject: "I'm curious, do you have the ability to predict the future? Otherwise, how do you know that the assassin who hides the sword will be on the way? stop us?"

Zhong Qinglei has been thinking about this question for a long time.

At the beginning, there was an assassin with a hidden sword, which he thought was just a coincidence.

But as more and more hidden sword assassins appeared, he had to admit Liu Zhengyang's judgment.

Especially after getting close to the new territory of Tibetan Sword, the frequency of Tibetan Sword Assassins appeared more and more frequently.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a hidden sword deliberately.

Liu Zhengyang knew that Zhong Qinglei would ask this question for a long time, and replied calmly: "It's very simple, because the purpose of hiding the sword should be to delay time and not let us get close quickly, they need time to call in more strong defense, so I only Let you speed up your way."

"What? Hidden Sword sent so many strong men over to die just to delay time?" Zhong Qinglei's face changed greatly.

He asked in a trembling voice, "Is Tibetan Sword's family so rich?"

Zhong Qinglei used the word family background, which made Liu Zhengyang agree.

Because Hidden Sword sent such a powerful cultivator to die, it proved that they were not short of strong men.

Moreover, it is also very difficult to let those powerful monks voluntarily come to die.

To be able to do these two things at the same time, the hidden sword must have thousands of years of heritage.

And the Tibetan sword with such a deep background must be very difficult to attack.

Liu Zhengyang said with relief: "Although the battle is difficult, Zhong Qinglei, you should understand that we must fight this battle no matter what."