"Even I can't give you an answer in advance for that kind of thing." Liu Zhengyang smiled bitterly.

Although he could understand the mood of the leader of Pan Sect, there was nothing he could do about some things.

Using elixirs to improve strength depends on the person.

It does not mean that having a rare enough pill can increase a person's combat power by 100%.

If it is really that simple to improve one's strength, there will be no fewer strong people in the world.

Therefore, the leader of Panmen is now facing a difficult choice.

Do he want to use Liu Zhengyang to refine alchemy? Or do he use combat power to fight on the front line?

After hesitating for a long time, the leader of Pan Sect finally gritted his teeth, slapped the table in front of him to pieces, and decided to say, "I've tried it, and now we can only have a gamble. Leader Liu, go and refine the alchemy as soon as possible. Zhong Qinglei and I and everyone try to delay time for you."

"Huh, huh?" Zhong Qinglei jumped up immediately as if he had been stepped on his tail.

He protested: "What do I mean to delay time? I am just a weak chicken..."

As soon as Zhong Qinglei was halfway through his words, the leader of Pan Sect had already raised his hand to interrupt him and said, "Mr. Zhong, you are too humble. Except for Leader Liu, I think no one in the Taoist realm is your opponent. If you are not as powerful as this, then who is powerful?"

After a pause, he continued, "And we just need to delay time, and we don't have to fight to the death with the senior management of Yuanman. With Mr. Zhong, your strength is not enough?"

Zhong Qinglei was completely speechless.

And he really doesn't seem to be able to refuse.

After all, he himself knew that his strength was very exaggerated in the Dao Realm.

He couldn't say that he was shameless and weak.

Liu Zhengyang saw Zhong Qinglei's depression, thought for a while and said, "Zhong Qinglei, I don't think you have to be too nervous. Procrastinating time may not be as difficult as you imagined."

"What do you mean?" Zhong Qinglei didn't believe Liu Zhengyang's words and asked listlessly.

He should have used Liu Zhengyang's words as comfort.

Liu Zhengyang didn't care and continued, "Simply put, don't you think the Yuanman people are strange? So far, the strong people above their Taoist realm have not gone to fight, otherwise we wouldn't be so easy when we slaughter the Yuanman cultivators during the day."

"It seems." Zhong Qinglei slapped his head hard and suddenly realized: "Is there something they are doing and can't make any moves? Hahaha! If that's the case, let alone delaying time, it's not difficult for me to kill all the Yuanman monks!"

When Zhong Qinglei heard that Yuanman's senior management might not be able to take action, he was immediately excited and laughed.

After all, the only one he feared was the senior management of Yuan Man.

If the senior Yuanman in the Dao Realm does not appear, what can the remaining cultivators do to him even if they go together?

"And..." Liu Zhengyang continued: "You can find someone in the city who looks more like me, occasionally swaying on the city wall, and even if you don't take action, it should provide a certain deterrent force. As long as the senior management of Yuanman does not dare to attack the city, your pressure will be much less."

After explaining everything clearly, Liu Zhengyang left the room and went back to his residence to refine the alchemy.

As he said at the beginning, time is very precious now, and he cannot waste even a minute or a second.
Chapter completed!