The monks who were still alive looked at the disabled Doumen powerhouses and looked sad.

Those who were seriously injured but did not become disabled are very grateful.

After all, serious injuries can be cured, but there is really nothing to do if you get disabled.

However, in a sad mood, there are also people who are happy.

Zhong Qinglei noticed that the two strong men from Doumen next to him first stared at their eyes wide and looked at their companions who had suffered severe injuries in horror, and then gradually grinned, as if they had won the first prize. Zhong Qinglei looked at him and then looked at the seriously injured Doumen monks, seriously doubting whether the two people around him had their brains.

Those seriously injured are their companions!

It's the one who just fought side by side with them!

No matter how fierce the internal struggle between them and how indifferent the human relationships are, they will not base their happiness on the pain of their companions, right?

Zhong Qinglei winked and asked the leader of Pan Sect to look at them.

The leader of Panmen glanced at them, and his whole body was shocked, his face full of incredible expressions.

He looked shocked and contempt: "It is simply a shame to the cultivation world to make people like them become monks of Doumen, or to make such Doumen the number one force in the central area! Fortunately, this is not the case inside my Panmen, otherwise I would rather disband the Panmen."

After a pause, he said unbearable: "What are you two laughing at? I'm happy to see your companions being injured?"

"Don't pretend." One of the Doumen monks sneered: "Liu Zhengyang has just been closer to the explosion center. Since even everyone who is far away from the explosion center is so seriously injured, even if Liu Zhengyang survives, he will definitely not be much better."

Another Doumen monk pointed to Zhong Qinglei and the leader of Pan Sect and said without hesitation: "I just heard you talk nonsense, and I thought Liu Zhengyang was really that scary. Now it seems that it's just that you two are just pretending to be powerful."

When he heard what the two Doumen monks said, Zhong Qinglei and the Panmen Master suddenly realized.

They finally knew what the two monks from Doumen were happy about.

It turned out that they all thought that even if Liu Zhengyang survived, he would definitely have completely lost his combat effectiveness.

Not worth worrying at all.

In this regard, Zhong Qinglei and the leader of Pan Sect had no choice but to sneer, and they didn't even have the interest in explaining.

At the same time, the gradually calming storm also revealed Liu Zhengyang, who was extremely close to the center.

Around him, many monks of Doumen who had no time to escape had been blown up to pieces.

The scene looked even more terrible.

But Liu Zhengyang, standing among the pile of corpses, looked like a Shura who had emerged from hell.

There was no obvious trauma on his body.

If he wasn't really standing in the center of the explosion, who would have believed that he had been caught in such a terrible attack just now?

Even Zhong Qinglei and the leader of Pan Sect were already shocked.

Zhong Qinglei stared at his eyes wide and took a deep breath and said, "Is that fake? Although I know Liu Zhengyang will definitely survive, it is too exaggerated to have no injuries at all. After the last time, he has developed a body of copper and iron bones, which is invulnerable to swords and guns?"
Chapter completed!