Liu Zhengyang knew very well in his heart that there was only one way for him and Dan Hui to go to war.

Because there is no possibility of reconciliation between the conflict of interests of both parties.

Since war is doomed, if Liu Zhengyang handed over the twenty-four hidden spirit Xuandan in his hand, wouldn't it mean to strengthen his enemy's strength? At that time, facing at least twenty-four Dao-level or above powerhouses, plus the Pill Society's own Dao-level masters and above, will Liu Zhengyang take the lead?

Even if Dan Hui does not use the hidden spirit Xuandan for monks at the Tao level, but the powerhouses above the Tao level eat it themselves, their strength will be changed like earth-shaking.

It didn't take long for Liu Zhengyang to break through to above the Dao realm, and the realm is far from a cultivator of the same level.

Now let him fight against the powerhouse above the Dao Realm who has broken through again?

He's not that stupid yet.

Liu Zhengyang put the Qianling Xuandan into his secret palace, and then said calmly: "If you want to get the Qianling Xuandan from me, I am afraid you have to kill me. But with your strength, I am afraid There is no way to do that.”

At the same time, the old man in gray has used his divine sense to search Liu Zhengyang's entire body.

Liu Zhengyang himself can feel this.

However, because the hidden spirit and profound pills had already been put into the secret palace, he could not sense it.

"It seems that what you said is true." The gray-clothed old man's face was ashen, and he said, "I can't find out where you hid those hidden spirit pills, and since I can't find it, I can only kill you. I'm looking for it slowly. Although it will be very hard to fight with you, but there is nothing I can do."

As soon as the voice fell, the old man in gray suddenly shouted.

Then, a bright golden light burst out from his body.

Under the impact of the golden light, the gray clothes on his body shattered like paper.

Revealing the close-fitting shirt inside.

What made Liu Zhengyang more concerned was that although the old man looked like he was about to die on the surface, after the gray clothes were shattered, his strong and sturdy muscles were exposed.

I don't know how many cultivators would be envious of that body shape.

Of course, this kind of thing will definitely not scare Liu Zhengyang.

Liu Zhengyang said with disgust: "Old man, do you like to express your strength in this way? Isn't this kind of thing easy for any cultivator to do? Why? I'm more curious, are you? Different from other monks in the Dan Society?"

When he fought Zhang Er last time, Liu Zhengyang already had an impression of the fighting style of the Danhui cultivator.

That is to try to use poison to hurt people.

Because of this, he was especially wary of the old man from the very beginning.

But in fact, the old man's fighting style seems to be different from what he imagined.

The old man sneered: "Don't worry about what fighting style I use, it just works."

As soon as he finished speaking, his right fist hit Liu Zhengyang's face with a piercing sound.

Liu Zhengyang didn't avoid it, but he was looking forward to it.

To be honest, he didn't like Zhang Er's fighting style very much, and it was really uncomfortable to always be on guard against the opponent's use of poison.

Since the old man chose his favorite fighting style, of course he wanted to play with the old man.

By the way, he has to weigh the actual combat ability of the Dan Society cultivator again.

boom!

Liu Zhengyang also punched up to meet him, and his right fist and the old man's fist collided fiercely.

A dull loud noise echoed in the void.

The two guards standing in front of Liu Zhengyang's gate were shocked to the point of bleeding.