When Liu Zhengyang silently said his guess, Panmenmen took the initiative to accept it.

Because Zhong Qinglei is too dangerous to do that.

Zhong Qinglei took the initiative to fight, rather than shirk it to Liu Zhengyang, which meant that he believed that even if Liu Zhengyang played with all his strength, there was a risk of falling, so he needed to get some information for Liu Zhengyang. But the strength gap between him and Liu Zhengyang is also huge.

He knew the difficulty of the sword master and still wanted to fight, so what does it mean?

"Liu Zhengyang, do you also feel unsure?" The head of Panmen asked anxiously, "Are you sure you need Zhong Qinglei to sacrifice himself like this?"

"It's not that I'm not sure, there is still a 70-80% chance of winning." Liu Zhengyang replied.

In the battle, there is a 70-80% chance of winning, which is actually a very high winning rate.

Enough to make a monk gamble with his life.

Therefore, after knowing that Liu Zhengyang has such a high winning rate, the owner of Panmen was first surprised.

He widened his eyes and looked at Liu Zhengyang in disbelief, as if asking why Liu Zhengyang didn't stop Zhong Qinglei.

"Don't look at me with such terrifying eyes." Liu Zhengyang said with a wry smile: "I have already said that this is respect for the strong and trust for the companions. Since Zhong Qinglei has made such a decision, I will stop him. An insult to him!"

"Understood, then I can only hope that Zhong Qinglei can survive." Panmen Sect Master sighed.

At the same time, Zhong Qinglei and Cangjian Sword Master have officially started.

Zhong Qinglei, who walked in front of the Sword Master of Tibetan Sword, took the lead in attacking and smashed his fist towards the Sword Master's chin.

boom!

Hidden Sword Sword Master didn't know whether he didn't want to dodge or couldn't dodge, and was directly hit by Zhong Qinglei.

A dull blow followed.

The dull blow was as loud as thunder, and the echoes inside the stone palace overlapped, making it even more terrifying.

From the earth-shattering sound, it can also be seen how amazing Zhong Qinglei's boxing power is.

Sect Master Panmen's eyes lit up, and he smiled excitedly: "Haha, if that guy is really the sword master who hides the sword, then he must be a fool, with Zhong Qinglei's physical strength, his fist can be hard-connected casually. Is it? Even someone stronger than Zhong Qinglei can't stand it."

For some reason, Liu Zhengyang always felt that the stronger person mentioned by the sect master of Panmen was himself.

After all, his realm is still higher than Zhong Qinglei.

However, as a reference, is Panmen Sect Master really qualified?

On the battlefield, the sect master of Panmen, whose chin was severely attacked, did not change his expression at all, not even his movements. He said coldly, "You are the famous Zhong Qinglei who has been following Liu Zhengyang all the time? Have you not eaten?"

"What did you say?" Zhong Qinglei gritted his teeth, angry.

He clenched his fists tightly again, and the powerful demonic energy began to condense, and finally turned into two gloves to wrap the fists.

Then, his heavy fist slammed into the Sword Master of the Tibetan Sword, punch after punch.

Whether it is speed or strength, it is far stronger than the punch just now.

But for some reason, the Sword Master of Hidden Sword still did not dodge, nor was he injured either.

Liu Zhengyang and the Sect Master of Panmen watched the battle next to him, and cold sweat broke out.

Too strong!

It's so powerful!

It is simply not something that humans can do to withstand such a heavy attack with a fragile jaw.