boom!

In the blink of an eye, the battle between the Panmen Sect Master and the middle-aged man had already started.

The first to attack is the Panmen Gatekeeper.

The Sect Master of Panmen guessed that he knew that he had consumed a lot of strength when attacking the hidden sword, and neither his body nor his spirit was at its peak, so he did not dare to fight for a long time. As soon as he came up, he concentrated his energy on his right fist and hit the middle-aged man directly on the forehead.

Just like when Liu Zhengyang punched the sword master of the Tibetan sword to death, the fist of the master of Panmen can compress the air.

Although the disturbance is not as big as Liu Zhengyang's, it is real.

The middle-aged man's full head of white hair exploded and fluttered in the wind.

But for some unknown reason, the middle-aged man's expression did not change at all in the face of such a mighty punch from the Sect Master Panmen.

He was as calm as he was watching ants fight.

When Panmen Sect Master's fist was about to hit him, he suddenly spewed out a white mist.

After Bai Wu met the fist of the Sect Master Panmen, the energy condensed on it dissipated in an instant.

At the same time, the fist of the Sect Master Panmen also quickly lost its luster, as if it were several decades old in an instant.

Such a fist hit the middle-aged man, and even the middle-aged man's body protection energy was not broken.

After defusing the attack of the Panmen Sect Master, the middle-aged man stretched out another finger and lightly flicked it on the Panmen Sect Master's forehead. Zhong Qinglei's feet, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

insult!

Attacking a strong person above the Dao Realm in this way, and being the master of a sect, is clearly an insult!

Being defeated so easily, how will the door owner of Panmen handle himself in front of the doormen in the future?

The Sect Master of Panmen shook his head, and managed to get rid of the dizziness, and then slammed a heavy punch on the ground, and said unwillingly: "Damn it! How could this be? What tricks did this **** use to make it happen? I can't make up my mind."

When looking at the middle-aged man, the Sect Master Panmen's eyes became a little more fearful.

What made Liu Zhengyang even more concerned was that when the fist of the sect master of Panmen slammed on the ground to vent, his fist was injured!

With a strong body of a strong person above the Dao level, how could it be scratched by a mere stone?

Intuition told Liu Zhengyang that this should be because of the white mist sprayed by the middle-aged man just now.

Just don't know what the **** that is.

The middle-aged man didn't even glance at the Panmen Sect Master who was defeated by him, and then asked confidently: "Lianmeng Master Liu, do you see it? I wonder if you are interested in cooperating with us? As long as you want, you can also have the same power."

What he said should be to use the power of the white fog battle just now, right?

Liu Zhengyang is really curious.

However, it is obviously impossible for Liu Zhengyang to cooperate with them for this reason.

Liu Zhengyang sneered and said, "Why should I cooperate with you?"

"What? I have already defeated the Panmen Sect Master, and the right to trade with you is a bet between us." The middle-aged man replied.

"No, it's just that Uncle Qian, as the owner of Panmen, is fighting to protect the interests of Panmen, and it has nothing to do with me." Liu Zhengyang said with disapproval: "I didn't promise to be your bet, you have to do it. Clearly, I am the chess player myself, not the chess piece controlled by you."

"Is that so? Isn't Alliance Leader Liu not interested in our power?" the middle-aged man asked.

"If the power you're talking about refers to your power to defeat the Sect Master of Panmen, then I'm really interested." Liu Zhengyang replied, "However, I'll use my own method to figure it out."