He realized that Xiao Qian might have been on the battlefield, and the leader of Panmen was so nervous.

Even though he had seen Xiao Qian stand in front of him with his own eyes, he was still worried as his father.

He pulled Xiao Qian over and groped almost all over his body. The ferocious expression on his face gradually disappeared. He sighed and said with a sigh of relief: "It's fine, it's fine, then what's the blood on your body? Where did you get it?"

"Father, there are many people watching it, it's so embarrassing." Xiao Qian said.

As the commander of Panmen, his father was treated like a child. Xiao Qian felt that he had lost all his face.

However, he still answered the question honestly and said, "These bloodstains were left by the Yuanman monks who rushed up to attack when I was patrolling the battlefield. Some Yuanman monks who knew that they were destined to rush up to attack us."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Zhengyang had already seen real examples on the battlefield.

When Yuanman monks on the ground climb to Tianmen City, they will carefully avoid the attack.

So the speed is greatly affected.

The Panmen monk's attack rate at him was not high.

However, once those Yuanman monks fail to avoid attacks and suffer fatal trauma, but cannot retreat successfully because they are on the mountainside, they will burst out all their strength, soar into the sky like a rocket, jumping up to pull a cushion.

Of course, those who can do this must at least have the strength of the Taoist realm or be close to the Taoist realm.

This is obviously how the blood on Xiao Qian's body came from.

After witnessing this process with his own eyes, the face looked so ugly.

He demanded firmly: "Then don't patrol in such a dangerous place."

"Father, how can that be?" Xiao Qian objected loudly: "If I don't patrol, how can I understand the situation on the battlefield, and how can I make the right choice as a commander? With guards by my side, one or two Taoist cultivators will not be in the way."

The guy who followed Xiao Qian last time in Pengji City was still standing next to him silently.

The guard Xiao Qian mentioned was obviously him.

With his strength, it is indeed easy and simple to protect small money from the hands of monks in the Dao Realm.

The leader of Pan Sect looked at Xiao Qian's guards, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Because both of them are right.

"Uncle, I think it's no longer the time to let you discuss such a thing." Liu Zhengyang suddenly interrupted the dispute between the father and son, and looked to the south with a serious expression and said, "The next battle will be more tragic than we imagined."

"What does it mean?" asked the leader of Panmen Sect?

Xiao Qian had no change in his attitude, and he seemed to have known that the situation was wrong.

He came to the front line to patrol and inspect, and maybe this is because of this.

Eight hundred feet south of Tianmen City, where Panmen monks could not attack, a large number of Yuanman monks were watching the show leisurely, as if the entire battle had nothing to do with them. The people who were climbing were only a few of Yuanman monks.

And it's a very small number.

Liu Zhengyang and Pan Sect Master, who had just arrived on the battlefield, were attracted by the battle in front of him at first.

Until now, they realized that Yuan Man had obviously had a back move.
Chapter completed!