"This is how you put out the fire?" The muscles on Zhong Qinglei's face spasmed.

He was convinced by Liu Zhengyang's imagination.

What's more outrageous is that Liu Zhengyang's method seems to be working.

"Isn't it right?" Zhong Qinglei asked incredulously: "Liu Zhengyang, you made such a big noise to blow the flames in the city, shouldn't they blow more and more violently under normal circumstances? Why did they blow out instead? You are inside. What's the trick?"

"At first glance, you know that you don't eat human fireworks." Liu Zhengyang replied: "The more the fire is blown, the more prosperous it is, it can only mean that the wind is not strong enough. As long as the wind is strong enough, there will be no flames that cannot be blown out. In addition, you have time Rory. Shut up, why don't you come and help."

Zhong Qinglei nodded embarrassedly, and quickly used Liu Zhengyang's method to help put out the fire.

The two of them joined forces and blew out the flames in the city within a few breaths.

Of course, even though the flames have been blown out, the temperature hasn't dropped significantly.

But this kind of thing can only depend on the people in the city.

Anyway, there are many wells in the city, and it is very simple to cool the ground.

At the same time, someone in the city, or a cultivator, discovered the existence of Liu Zhengyang and Zhong Qinglei.

A gray-faced middle-aged man with several scorched clothes jumped up.

"Two seniors, thank you for your life-saving grace. We will never forget your great kindness and virtue." The middle-aged cultivator clasped his fists gratefully and said, "I don't know the names of the two seniors. Can you stay in the city for a while? Time, let's hold a banquet?"

Liu Zhengyang and Zhong Qinglei waved their hands again and again, expressing that they were not interested.

Of course, they still said their name.

When the middle-aged monk heard the names of Zhong Qinglei and Liu Zhengyang, he was struck by lightning and was shocked.

Look at him like that, as if he has heard of Liu Zhengyang and Zhong Qinglei for a long time.

"The two are going to attack the Tibetan sword, Alliance Leader Liu and Zhong Qinglei?" The middle-aged cultivator said quickly: "It's great that you came to Longkan City. If it was you, there must be a way to help us solve the matter completely. "

what's the situation?

Liu Zhengyang and Zhong Qinglei glanced at each other, both monks were puzzled.

Of course, since the other party knew that they were going to attack Zangjian, he was probably someone from inside Panmen.

After all, this is also the site of Panmen.

It is completely normal for the door owner of Panmen to tell his doormen and let them provide convenience.

Since the other party is from Panmen, Liu Zhengyang doesn't mind taking a moment to listen to the other party to explain the reason.

The middle-aged cultivator also knew that the time of Liu Zhengyang and Zhong Qinglei was precious, so he skipped the unnecessary politeness and went straight to the topic: "You two, you have also seen how serious the fire in Longkan City is. This is all about the assassins who hide their swords. Fires everywhere."

"The assassin who hid the sword set fire?" Liu Zhengyang frowned.

Although he and Zhong Qinglei had similar guesses, there was still a difference between guesses and facts.

After seeing his conjecture turned into reality, Liu Zhengyang thought of another question.

He hurriedly asked: "There should be a lot of powerful monks in your Longkan City, right? Could it be that you can only watch the assassins who hide their swords do damage, and there's no way to stop them? Could it be that there are so many assassins who came to set fire to hide the swords as you are? Can't handle it?"

The middle-aged cultivator blushed slightly and replied embarrassingly, "It's really because we are not strong enough to fight against the assassin who hides the sword."