Liu Zhengyang stared at Zhong Qinglei who was smiling, and suddenly wanted to beat him up.

Although he did say just now that he wanted to find a way to deal with similar situations, but that's something in the future, okay?

When did he say it was going to be resolved immediately?

When Zhong Qinglei suddenly mentioned this matter, he was simply digging a hole to bury him.

In front of Panmen's Sect Master and many monks in Panmen, can he still say that he has no choice, he was just bragging? At least, Liu Zhengyang's face is not that thick, and he will still be in Panmen and the Central District in the future.

The Sect Master of Panmen continued to stare at Liu Zhengyang and asked expectantly, "Lianmen Liu, what method did you think of?"

Liu Zhengyang sighed and reluctantly said the prototype of his idea: "Although there is a solution, it is only a prototype. I don't know how to implement it. I will tell you if you can offer some advice, Uncle Qian."

Slowly, Liu Zhengyang spoke out his thoughts.

In short, like this turtle shell defense, there are two ways to crack it.

One of them is what Zhong Qinglei mentioned before, using violent attacks to slowly drain the opponent's energy.

As long as the energy consumption is clean, the so-called absolute defense will naturally be gone.

The other method is to break the surface with points.

Because no matter how strong the defense of this kind of thing is, there must be a limit. As long as the attack strength exceeds that limit point, the defense line can be directly broken. In Liu Zhengyang's view, the second method is undoubtedly the best method to deal with the current situation.

After understanding Liu Zhengyang's thinking clearly, Zhong Qinglei and Panmen Sect Master both lowered their heads and fell silent.

"This is the truth, but how do you increase your own destructive power?" Zhong Qinglei asked.

The Sect Master of Panmen rolled his eyes lightly, and then suddenly asked: "Lianmen Liu, how many Immortal Pills do you have on your body?"

"It's only a hundred or so, what's wrong?" Liu Zhengyang asked inexplicably.

He had absolutely no idea what medicine was being sold in the gourd of Panmen Sect Master.

The more than 100 Immortal Pills that remained were made by him in time to make them for emergencies.

Because he didn't want to rush to refine it when he needed it.

But the more than one hundred immortal pills can only enhance the physique of more than one hundred cultivators at most, and it can't do much.

When Liu Zhengyang looked at Sect Master Panmen with a puzzled face, Sect Master Panmen proposed with anticipation: "Lianmeng Master Liu, do you remember that when you fought with Master Yuanman, the Master of Yuanman once ate it. A large number of immortal pills, temporarily improve their strength?"

With a move in Liu Zhengyang's heart, he finally understood what the Sect Master of Panmen meant.

The sect master of Ganqingpanmen wants to learn other people's tricks and use the same method to improve his combat effectiveness.

Maybe he felt that as long as the combat power was increased again, he could break through the defense line of the Tibetan sword.

However, it would be nice if things were that simple.

"Let's not say whether we can use that method. Even if we can, Uncle Qian, do you really think it's enough?" Liu Zhengyang said with a wry smile: "My strength was no worse than that of the barbarian master, since even I can't open the door, What if you eat the Immortal Pill?"

"No, I want you to eat it." The Sect Master of Panmen said solemnly.

Liu Zhengyang was stunned for a moment, then blinked in confusion.

what the hell?

The brain hole of this Panmen Sect Master is too big, right?