"It seems that we don't need the consent of your Panmen to negotiate business with Alliance Leader Liu, right?"

The middle-aged man said lukewarmly: "Whether or not you want to trade with us, it should be decided by Alliance Leader Liu, it's not your turn to dictate. If you have any dissatisfaction, we can use the cultivator's way, relying on fighting. Victory or defeat determines the right to speak.”

"You want to fight with me? Do you think I'll be afraid of you?" said the Sect Master Panmen with a dark face.

Liu Zhengyang frowned and found that the situation had gotten out of control.

In all fairness, he naturally didn't want the Panmen Sect Master and the middle-aged man to do it for this reason.

Win-win cooperation is his philosophy.

However, the middle-aged man deliberately provoked the Panmen Sect Master, and even took advantage of the chance that the Panmen Sect Master had just finished the battle, obviously wanting to take advantage of the danger. Based on this alone, Liu Zhengyang's favorability for him dropped rapidly, and with that, he didn't have any favors for medicinal pills.

Of course, he didn't stop the fight.

Because the Sect Master of Panmen was really quick to talk, he agreed without saying a word.

Since he has promised to fight, Liu Zhengyang has no reason to stop it.

It was a decisive battle between monks and men's dignity.

After leaving the battlefield to the Panmen Sect Master and the middle-aged man, Liu Zhengyang silently retreated.

Although the cultivators of Panmen were indignant, since the sect master of Panmen said that they would be due out, they could only step back.

Zhong Qinglei retreated to Liu Zhengyang's side and asked with interest: "Liu Zhengyang, are you really not going to intervene in the battle between them? As long as you are willing, a word can stop this battle from happening. A duel is not a duel, I think The Sect Master of Panmen doesn't care much."

Liu Zhengyang does not agree with Zhong Qinglei's statement.

At the age of Panmen's sect master, maybe he really doesn't care about dueling or not.

But since he agreed to use this method to fight for the right to trade in front of his disciples, he couldn't back down.

Because it is related to the dignity of the door owner.

When Liu Zhengyang said his thoughts, Zhong Qinglei had to nod.

Yes, maybe a person can ignore some rules in his heart, but not on the table.

As the sect master, he must rely on his fists to show his majesty.

"Actually, I let them fight. Another reason is to see how strong the alchemists of the alchemy club are." Liu Zhengyang said: "From the combat power of this middle-aged man, it should be possible to preliminarily calculate the overall strength of the alchemy club. , it is related to my attitude towards them."

"Why do you feel like you've become a philistine?" Zhong Qinglei said, dumbfounded.

"A philistine is a philistine. For the safety of relatives and friends, there is really no way out." Liu Zhengyang shook his head helplessly.

If he is a solo traveler, he can do whatever he wants, but not with a family.

After all, his relatives and friends are not strong enough to ignore the assassination of everyone in the world.

The real powerhouse, it is better not to offend if you can.

"So, who do you think will win the battle between Panmen's sect master and that uncle?" Zhong Qinglei asked again.

"You are an old monster who doesn't know how many years you have lived. Is it really good to call someone else's uncle?" Liu Zhengyang said while complaining: "I don't think Panmen's sect master has a good chance of winning, not because of his strength, but because of his state. When the sword is hidden in battle, the Panmen Sect Master will consume too much after all."