After the encirclement formed by monks, Qi Tianfang, Xiao Duomi and others were very nervous.

"Dad, we can fight too."

"Yes, the sect leader, there are many people present who are not Taoist cultivators. It is easy for us to join forces to deal with them. Even if they rely on their number of people, it is even more difficult than climbing the sky to hurt Xiao Duomie under our noses."

"If we join forces, it will be much easier. Liu Zhengyang, why don't we go together?"

Liu Zhengyang listened silently to Zhong Qinglei and others' opinions, but his ideas were not shaken at all.

Of course he knew that everyone was telling the truth. On the number of powerful people in the Taoist realm, Liu Zhengyang was the one who had the advantage.

A tiger may be destroyed by a pack of wolves, but several tigers joined forces to make no mistakes even if the number of wolves is twice as large. By that time, even Xiao Duomi and Qi Tianfang would be able to end the battle with a little injury at most.

However, even if you only see Xiao Duomie being injured, Liu Zhengyang would never agree.

Even if Xiao Duomi only loses a hair, he will feel sorry for him!

Of course, there is another reason why Liu Zhengyang opposed everyone to join the war together.

That's when he wants to test his magic body.

He deliberately wanted fellow immortals and demons to make himself stronger, mainly to give himself strong enough combat power to protect Xiao Duomi and others. Now that there are so many cultivators rushing forward, wouldn’t it just happen to let Liu Zhengyang test his strength?

Liu Zhengyang smiled firmly and said, "For me, it is a good opportunity to test whether I can fight against the crowd and protect you from them. So, you can stand here and watch the show, don't interfere!"

"I'm convinced you." Zhong Qinglei said speechlessly: "It's been so late that you are still in the mood to use a strong enemy as a whetstone. I thought I was crazy enough, but I didn't expect that you, a guy, was a hundred times more terrifying than me!"

Slowly, the monks surrounded by Jueming Lake had already forced them up.

They naturally could hear the conversation between Liu Zhengyang and others clearly.

And Liu Zhengyang's attitude naturally made them very upset.

"You dare to look down on us. Who do you think you are? You don't think you have the ability to defeat all of us, do you?"

"Interestingly, you can see such an arrogant person, who is worthy of being a scum who is mixed with the demon monks. I think you are also a demon monk, right?"

"Yes, although the power of immortality flows on your body, but the mind is a monk who enters the devil's path, we should act as a devil's path to protect the devil's path!"

...

Liu Zhengyang almost fell asleep when he heard this, and he couldn't even feel a trace of anger in his heart.

Because he knew in his heart that no matter how nice the monks in front of him were, their real purpose were the secret palace in Liu Zhengyang's hands, or the inheritance inherited from the demon monks. It was just that these monks wanted to be shameless and brought out various reasons.

This method is too old-fashioned.

After thinking about it, Liu Zhengyang came out of the Secret Palace, which turned into a small house, and asked deliberately: "Do you want the things in my hands? You have been lurking nearby for so long, just to get the treasure here? If I give it to you directly, can you avoid the battle?"

The moment the small house appeared, the eyes of the monks around him lit up significantly.
Chapter completed!