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The Sect Master of Panmen also had a sinking face, staring at the approaching Yuan Man cultivator in front of him.

He frowned, already racking his brains to think of a way.

However, looking at his painful appearance, it can be seen that the solution is not so good.

"Uncle, how long will it take for your people to gather?" Liu Zhengyang asked suddenly.

The door owner of Panmen looked at Liu Zhengyang suspiciously, not knowing what Liu Zhengyang did when he asked such a question.

But he still answered honestly: "It will take about two days, what's the matter?"

"Two days? Yuanman's cultivators only need one day to rush to Tianmen City from here, that is to say, we have to delay here for more than a day, which is very difficult." Liu Zhengyang said solemnly: "Also, except for Yuan Savage cultivator, we have to be alert to the southern district chief."

Liu Zhengyang can think of it with his toes.

It takes a lot of physical strength to fight against the massive cultivators of Yuan Man and the Sect Master of Panmen.

Moreover, after consuming a lot of physical strength, it is still unable to obtain specific results.

When he and Panmen Sect Master are exhausted, he can imagine what the Southern District Chief will do.

As he waits for work, he will definitely kill at the last minute.

Liu Zhengyang whispered his judgment to Sect Master Panmen, which immediately made Sect Master Panmen's face even more ugly.

"I should have brought out more Taoist monks." Sect Master Panmen said regretfully: "If there are a group of Taoist level powerhouses to help us out, maybe we won't be so embarrassed. It's all my responsibility. , I hurt you."

"It doesn't need to be so serious." Liu Zhengyang thought about it and said, "I have already thought of a way."

"What? In this desperate situation, you can still think of a way?" Panmen Sect Master took a deep breath.

He stared at Liu Zhengyang with wide eyes, seriously doubting whether Liu Zhengyang was a monster.

"Don't look at me with such eyes?" Liu Zhengyang smiled bitterly, and then explained: "It's really scary for thousands of monks to unite, but their physical strength is not endless, we can slowly consume their physical strength."

After speaking, Liu Zhengyang held back his strength and punched forward.

When the monks of Yuanman were moving slowly, they did not attack Liu Zhengyang and the Panmen Sect Master endlessly.

As Liu Zhengyang said, they are also human, they will be tired and need rest.

But once Liu Zhengyang attacked them, they would be forced to attack them.

Otherwise, they will be killed by Liu Zhengyang's attack.

When the attack of the Yuanman monks came, Liu Zhengyang and the Sect Master Panmen only had to retreat.

After dozens of attacks in a row, many of Yuanman's monks began to breathe.

Sect Master Panmen's eyes lit up, he patted Liu Zhengyang's shoulder hard, and said, "Uncle Liu, it's really you who can even think of such an insidious play. No, this should be a clever play, not a sinister one. The way to play, haha!"

When the palm of the door owner of Panmen fell, Liu Zhengyang tilted his body and almost fell.

This is obviously not normal for a powerhouse at the Dao level.

The door master of Panmen, who noticed the strangeness, said in astonishment: "Lianmen Liu, what's the matter with you?"

Liu Zhengyang rolled his eyes and said angrily, "Although the method is a good method, don't take things too simple, uncle, my physical strength is limited. I can hit dozens of attacks in one breath, even if my iron is strong. I can't stand it either."