"Zhong Qinglei, are you as for running so fast? I didn't let you bite the bullet." Liu Zhengyang was speechless.

However, Zhong Qinglei did not think it was embarrassing to be a deserter at all.

After hearing Liu Zhengyang's words, he ran faster.

He ran back to Xiao Duomi, Qi Tianfang and others, and confirmed that Liu Zhengyang would protect Xiao Duomi and Qi Tianfang while protecting him. Then he said with a red face: "If you are not as skilled as humans, you must run faster, and there is nothing to be ashamed of. Master Liu, come on!"

In order to let Liu Zhengyang continue to fight for him, his name changed.

Liu Zhengyang rolled his eyes and was completely speechless at this guy.

Liu Zhengyang has seen many powerful monks, but he has never seen many powerful monks as shameless as Zhong Qinglei.

Or to some extent, that's his style.

Being straightforward and not caring about what others think of him at all.

Of course, Liu Zhengyang didn't have the intention to argue with Zhong Qinglei. The most important thing at the moment is to find a way to defeat the strange purple figure first.

After the people on the battlefield changed from Zhong Qinglei to Liu Zhengyang, the big knife that was originally in Zhong Qinglei's hand also fell at Liu Zhengyang's feet.

The purple figure did not continue to chase Zhong Qinglei, but faced Liu Zhengyang.

Liu Zhengyang was not interested in the big knife. While guarding against the purple figure, he walked to the corner of the room and picked up a long spear.

It was when Zhong Qinglei split the weapon frame and then flew into the corner.

Compared to the big sword, Liu Zhengyang felt that the long spear was longer, which could keep a distance from the purple figure, and could be used with both hands, so it should be safer.

Strangely, when Liu Zhengyang went to pick up the spear, the purple figure was always indifferent and did not seem to like to attack his opponent. Moreover, after Liu Zhengyang picked up the spear, the weapon in the purple figure's hand also changed from a big knife to a spear, even the style and length were exactly the same.

"I seem to understand a little." Liu Zhengyang said, holding the spear tightly, "No matter what weapon we pick up, that guy will transform into the same weapon, right? In other words, we need to defeat him under the same circumstances before we can leave."

"It seems like that." Zhong Qinglei said seriously: "If we don't want to be trapped here, we can only rely on you."

Chih!

With a harsh sound of breaking through the air, the purple figure rushed up like lightning.

He ran quickly, and at the same time approached Liu Zhengyang with a gun in one hand. After approaching Liu Zhengyang, the spear in his hand stabbed out like a dragon, and the sharp spear tip pierced Liu Zhengyang's throat.

Liu Zhengyang stood steadily, holding guns in both hands to stand up.

Seeing the purple figure moving, he shook his spear hard, pressed the opponent's spear to the ground with the gun rod, and stepped forward and stepped on the spear head, and then stabbed the other party's head with a shot.

With Zhong Qinglei’s lesson just now, Liu Zhengyang dared not give the other party any chance to fight back.

Zhong Qinglei looked at Liu Zhengyang's actions and asked curiously at Xiao Duomian and others: "Is Liu Zhengyang also an expert in using guns? Is he an expert in so many fields?"

"No, this shouldn't be there." Qi Tianfang shook his head and said, "I have never seen the sect leader fight with a spear."
Chapter completed!