Shi Jinshui looked forward with a confused look on his face, understanding Liu Zhengyang's thoughts, but he didn't quite understand.

As a monk, he naturally understood what kind of mood a monk wanted to fight a powerful opponent.

But on the other hand, he felt that the most important thing now is to kill the opponent, how can he let the opponent become stronger?

Even if Liu Zhengyang can deal with it, the descendants of Shi Jinshui were threatened.

"President Liu should be able to deal with it, right?" Shi Jinshui asked Zhong Qinglei with some hope and luck, "President Liu can withstand such a terrible attack just now. I think even if the cultivators of the Yang family become stronger, they can't do anything to him."

"That's certain." Zhong Qinglei was very confident in Liu Zhengyang's strength and said for granted: "He will never have any trouble himself. The problem is if a monk from the Yang family runs away and goes to chase your descendants? Do you still think it doesn't matter? And..."

"And?" Shi Jinshui looked at Zhong Qinglei in confusion.

Since Zhong Qinglei said, that should be a more serious matter, right?

But what else is there more serious things than the descendants of the Yang family cultivators who chased Shi Jinshui?

"Are you really stupid or fake?" Zhong Qinglei rolled his eyes and said depressedly: "There are so many monks in the Yang family who forcibly improve their strength. Do you think Liu Zhengyang can stop them all? Do you think no one among them comes to us?"

Shi Jinshui was stunned for a moment and immediately felt that nothing was wrong.

He questioned without hesitation and said, "I thought it was a matter of the matter. What a big deal? I would rather have ten thousand Taoist cultivators come to chase me than have a Taoist cultivator who is out of Taoist cultivator to chase my relatives and friends."

"I don't have relatives and friends, what does it have to do with me?" Zhong Qinglei said unhappy.

Shi Jinshui was stunned for a moment and was speechless on the spot.

After all, what Zhong Qinglei said is indeed the truth.

At the same time, the monks of the Yang family have temporarily increased their strength to their limits with the help of the power of the pills.

A large part of them immediately attacked Liu Zhengyang, and a melee broke out.

But as Zhong Qinglei had expected at the beginning, some monks from the Yang family liked to be sloppy and did not want to bite Liu Zhengyang's hard bones. They turned around and rushed towards Zhong Qinglei and Shi Jinshui. Especially Shi Jinshui has become a soft persimmon in their eyes.

Seeing the many monks pounce on them like hungry wolves, Shi Jinshui's face turned green.

He shouted loudly: "Brother Zhong! Save me!"

"Aren't you ready to be killed by us? What's the difference between dying early and late?" Zhong Qinglei said disgusted.

"Then I can't die at the hands of a group of minions! I am a Taoist cultivator!" Shi Jinshui was almost crying.

As a strong man at the Dao Realm level, he can die at the hands of someone like Liu Zhengyang.

Even after being severely injured by Old Man Yang, he was slowly moving towards death.

But he would never allow himself to die at the hands of a group of people who had not even entered the Dao Realm!

The key is that even if he is seriously injured, he can't run away.
Chapter completed!