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"That kind of thing, even I can't give you an answer in advance." Liu Zhengyang smiled bitterly.

Although he can understand the mood of the Panmen sect master, there is no way for some things to be done.

The use of medicinal pills to improve strength is inherently different from person to person.

It doesn't mean that with enough rare elixir, a person's combat power can be improved 100%.

If improving strength is really that simple, there will not be so few strong people in the world.

Therefore, the owner of Panmen is now faced with a difficult choice.

He wants to use Liu Zhengyang to make alchemy? Or when combat power is fighting on the front lines?

After hesitating for a long time, the Sect Master Panmen finally gritted his teeth, slapped the table in front of him to smash, and made a decision: "Fight, so far, we can only gamble. Liu Alliance Master, you go as soon as possible. Alchemy, Zhong Qinglei and I and everyone try to delay time for you."

"Huh?" Zhong Qinglei jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He protested: "What do I mean by procrastinating? I'm just a weak chicken..."

Zhong Qinglei was just halfway through his words, when the Sect Master Panmen raised his hand to interrupt him and said, "Mr. Zhong, you are too modest, except for Alliance Master Liu, I don't think anyone in the Taoist realm is your opponent. You are like this. If neither is strong, then who is strong?"

After a pause, he continued: "And we just need to delay time, and we don't have to fight to the death with the senior officials of Yuan Man. With your strength, Mr. Zhong, isn't it enough?"

Zhong Qinglei was completely speechless.

And he doesn't seem to be able to refuse.

After all, he himself knows that his strength is very exaggerated in the Taoist realm.

There was no way he could shamelessly make himself weaker.

Seeing Zhong Qinglei's depression, Liu Zhengyang thought about it and said, "Zhong Qinglei, I don't think you need to be too nervous. Delaying time may not be as difficult as you think."

"How do you say?" Zhong Qinglei didn't quite believe Liu Zhengyang's words, and asked listlessly.

He should have taken Liu Zhengyang's words as comfort.

Liu Zhengyang didn't care, and continued: "Simply put, don't you think Yuanman's people are strange? So far, none of the strong men above their Dao realm have played, otherwise, when we slaughtered Yuanman monks in the daytime It won't be that easy either."

"It seems so." Zhong Qinglei patted his head hard, and suddenly realized: "Don't they have something to do and can't make it? Hahaha! If that's the case, don't say it's delaying time, even if I kill all the monks in Yuanman. It's not difficult!"

When he heard that Yuanman's top management might not be able to take action, Zhong Qinglei was immediately excited and laughed.

After all, what he feared was only the high-level officials of Yuan Man.

If the high-level Yuanman above the Dao Realm does not show up, even if the remaining monks go together, what can they do?

"And..." Liu Zhengyang continued: "You can find someone who is more like me in the city. Occasionally when the city wall is swaying, it should be able to provide a certain deterrent even if you don't make a move. As long as the high-level officials of Yuanman dare not attack the city. , your pressure will be much less."

After explaining everything clearly, Liu Zhengyang left the room and went back to his residence to make alchemy.

As he said at the beginning, time is very precious now, and he cannot afford to waste even a minute and a second.

As for defending the city, he could only trust Panmen Sect Master and Zhong Qinglei.