boom!

In the blink of an eye, the battle between the leader of Pan Sect and the middle-aged man had already begun.

The leader of Panmen was the first to attack.

The leader of Pan Sect probably knew that he had consumed a lot of power when attacking the Tibetan sword, and neither physical nor mental state was at the peak, so he did not dare to fight a protracted battle at all. As soon as he got up, he condensed all his energy on his right fist and directly hit the middle-aged man's forehead.

Just like when Liu Zhengyang just punched the Master of Cangjian to death, the Master of Panmen's fist could already compress the air.

Although the noise caused was not as big as Liu Zhengyang, it was real.

The middle-aged man's white hair exploded and fluttered in the wind.

But for some reason, facing such a powerful punch from the leader of Panmen, the middle-aged man had no change in his expression.

He was so calm that he was watching the ants fight.

When the leader of Panmen's fist was about to hit him, he suddenly spewed out a white mist.

After the Bai Wu encountered the fist of the leader of Pan Sect, the energy condensed on it instantly dissipated.

At the same time, the fist of the Panmen Sect Master quickly lost its luster, as if he had become dozens of years old in an instant.

Such a fist hit the middle-aged man, and even the middle-aged man's body protection energy did not break.

After resolving the attack from the leader of Pan Sect, the middle-aged man stretched out another finger and gently flicked it on the leader of Pan Sect, directly bounced the leader of Pan Sect, and flew back to the feet of Liu Zhengyang and Zhong Qinglei, and could not get up for a long time.

insult!

In this way, attacking a strong man above the Taoist realm and being the leader of a sect is clearly an insult!

Being defeated so easily can make Pan Sect Master deal with himself in front of his disciples in the future?

The leader of Panmen shook his head and finally eliminated the dizziness. Then he punched the ground hard and said unwillingly: "Damn it! How could this happen? What trick did this bastard use to make me unable to exert my strength."

When looking at the middle-aged man, the leader of Pan Sect had a little more fear in his eyes.

What Liu Zhengyang cares even more was that when the leader of Pan Sect hit the ground and vented, his fist was actually injured!

How could a strong person with a physical body of a strong man above the Dao Realm be scratched by a mere stone?

Intuition told Liu Zhengyang that this should be because of the white mist that the middle-aged man had just sprayed out.

I just don't know what the hell it is.

The middle-aged man didn't even look at the leader of Pan Sect who was defeated by him, and then asked confidently: "Master Liu, did you see it? I wonder if you are interested in working with us? As long as you are willing, you can have the same power."

What he said should be using the power of the white fog battle just now, right?

Liu Zhengyang was indeed quite curious.

However, it is obviously impossible to cooperate with Liu Zhengyang for this reason.

Liu Zhengyang sneered and said, "Why should I cooperate with you?"

"What? I have defeated the leader of Panmen, and the right to trade with you is our bet." The middle-aged man replied.

"No, that's just that Uncle Qian, as the leader of Pan Sect, is fighting to protect the interests of Pan Sect, and it has nothing to do with me." Liu Zhengyang disagreed: "I didn't promise to be your bet. You have to figure it out that I am the chess player myself, not the chess piece you control."

"Is that so? Is Leader Liu not interested in our strength?" asked the middle-aged man.
Chapter completed!