The monks who were still alive looked at the disabled Doumen strong man with sad expressions on their faces.

And those who were seriously injured but not disabled are thankful.

After all, serious injuries can be cured, but there is really no way to be disabled.

However, in a sad mood, there are not no happy people.

Zhong Qinglei noticed that the two Doumen strongmen next to him first stared at their companions who had been severely injured, and then gradually grinned, as if they had won the first prize. Zhong Qinglei looked at him and then at the seriously injured Doumen cultivators, seriously doubting whether the two people beside him had lost their minds.

Those who were seriously injured were all their companions!

It's the one who just fought alongside them!

No matter how fierce their internal struggle in Doumen is and how indifferent their human feelings are, they won't build their happiness on the pain of their companions, right?

Zhong Qinglei winked and asked Panmen Sect Master to look at them.

The Sect Master Panmen glanced at them, and was shocked, his face was full of incredible colors.

He looked shocked and despised: "Let people like them become Doumen cultivators, or let such Doumen become the No. 1 force in the Central District, it is simply a shame for the cultivation world! Fortunately, the interior of my Panmen is not like this, Otherwise, I would rather dissolve Panmen."

After a pause, he said unbearably: "What are you two laughing at? Are you happy to see your companion injured?"

"Don't be pretentious." One of the Doumen monks sneered: "Liu Zhengyang just got closer to the center of the explosion. Since everyone who was far away from the center of the explosion was injured so badly, even if Liu Zhengyang survives, he will definitely not be much better."

Another Doumen cultivator pointed at the noses of Zhong Qinglei and Panmen's sect master, and said unceremoniously, "I just heard your nonsense, I thought Liu Zhengyang was really that scary, but now it seems that it's just the two of you who are faking the power of the tiger. That's it."

Hearing what the two Doumen cultivators said, Zhong Qinglei and the Sect Master Panmen suddenly realized.

They finally knew what the two Doumen monks were happy about.

It turned out that they all thought that even if Liu Zhengyang survived, he must have completely lost his combat effectiveness.

Not worth worrying about at all.

In this regard, Zhong Qinglei and the Sect Master of Panmen only sneered, not even interested in explaining.

At the same time, the gradually subsided storm made Liu Zhengyang, who was extremely close to the center, also reveal his figure.

By his side, many Doumen cultivators who didn't have time to escape had already been bombed to pieces.

The scene looked even more horrific.

However, Liu Zhengyang, who was standing among the piles of corpses, looked like a Shura who was killed from hell.

There were no obvious injuries on his body at all.

If he wasn't actually standing at the center of the explosion, who would have believed that he was involved in such a terrifying attack just now?

Even Zhong Qinglei and the Sect Master Panmen were taken aback.

Zhong Qinglei stared at him and took a deep breath: "It's fake, right? Although I know that Liu Zhengyang will definitely survive, it's too exaggerated to not have any injuries at all. Could it be that after the last time, he has been trained in copper skin. Iron bones, invulnerable to swords and guns?"

The Sect Master of Panmen said in awe: "So after the last seven days of cultivation, to what height has Alliance Master Liu raised his strength? Is he still a human being now?"