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The door owner of Panmen disliked the middle-aged man, and his face was full of impatience.

However, when he turned around, Zhong Qinglei was keenly aware that the sect master of Panmen was still very happy.

After all, if he can force a strong man like a middle-aged man down and let him do his best for Liu Zhengyang, Liu Zhengyang will have a very capable assistant, and he will not have to go into battle in person in the future. Whether it is for Liu Zhengyang himself or for Liu Zhengyang's relatives and friends, it is a big good thing.

And after the middle-aged man also surrendered, none of the Doumen cultivators who still insisted were gone.

After solving the current problem, the sect master of Panmen walked back to Liu Zhengyang, stared curiously at the medicinal pill Liu Zhengyang was refining, and asked inexplicably, "I have a question, what is Liu Zhengyang refining? Medicine pill? Healing medicine? Help these Doumen monks recover?"

"It looks quite similar... No! No!" Zhong Qinglei quickly denied his idea and said, "If Liu Zhengyang wants to help these Doumen cultivators recover, he can just take out a bunch of medicinal pills for healing. , where does it need to be specially refined?"

As people who have been with Liu Zhengyang all the time, Zhong Qinglei and the door owner of Panmen still know Liu Zhengyang very well.

Because Liu Zhengyang and the people around Liu Zhengyang are often injured in battles, what Liu Zhengyang prepared the most was the healing medicine, and it was enough to be eaten as beans. Therefore, since Liu Zhengyang is going to take the risk to make it himself, it must be something else.

The other Doumen monks became more and more curious when they heard Zhong Qinglei talking with the Sect Master of Panmen.

The pill that Liu Zhengyang is refining now is obviously refining for them.

But if it's not a cure, what is it?

In the eyes of everyone's curiosity, Liu Zhengyang quickly finished refining the medicine pill.

The moment he finished refining the medicinal pill, he slowly stood up straight, then handed over the gradually cooling medicinal pill and said, "All Doumen cultivators who are willing to surrender can come and take one to eat. As for those who are unwilling to surrender, I I don't mind sending you back to the West."

Liu Zhengyang's meaning is obvious enough.

If you want to surrender, you must take the medicine pill.

If you don't want to take the medicine pill, you must die!

The monks in Doumen who can cultivate to this level are naturally smart people. They instantly understand that the medicinal pill refined by Liu Zhengyang is definitely not a good thing, and they are naturally unwilling to eat it. However, in Liu Zhengyang's cold eyes, someone finally compromised.

The first compromise was the middle-aged man, who just picked up the pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

Liu Zhengyang was surprised when he watched him swallow the pill.

"Is it so straightforward? Aren't you afraid of poison?" Liu Zhengyang asked playfully.

The middle-aged man said with disapproval: "If you want to kill us now, is it so troublesome to poison us? Although I know that your medicine pill is definitely not a good thing, but since you have decided to surrender, then simply do it, you can still harm Can't we?"

Liu Zhengyang nodded lightly and glanced at the middle-aged man.

Because the truth spoken by the middle-aged man is understood by everyone, but there are not many who can really walk the talk.

Just relying on his ability to act is enough to make Liu Zhengyang appreciate him.

The other Doumen monks were relieved when they saw that the middle-aged man did not die after taking the medicine pill, and came up to take the medicine pill one after another.

When the monks in Doumen had eaten the medicine pill, Liu Zhengyang explained: "Actually, your guess is correct, this medicine pill is indeed a poison, if you don't get the antidote for a long time, you will die from the poison. When Doumen is over, I will naturally give you the antidote."