Dad! Love My Daughter To Death

Liu Zhengyang coldly asked the monks in Doumen, and he was not in a hurry.

Because he wanted to delay as long as possible and let the villagers leave.

As long as the villagers go to a safe place, everything will be fine.

But what made Liu Zhengyang wonder was why the Doumen cultivator stopped when he saw him coming out to intercept him? Don't they want to try their best to catch up? With their advantage in numbers, even if they don't want to break through the encirclement, they should start a war immediately and kill Liu Zhengyang and other talents.

Liu Zhengyang was thinking suspiciously when a middle-aged man walked out slowly.

The middle-aged man looked about forty-five years old, with a face full of stubble, and the thick muscles on his body made his clothes bulge, making him look like a human-shaped iron tower. However, unlike the reckless man known to most people, his eyes always flashed with a wise light.

"Uncle Liu, do you know what it is called Dongjingdong?" the middle-aged man asked.

Liu Zhengyang was startled, and instantly understood what the other party meant.

That is, according to normal people's thinking, since Liu Zhengyang destroyed Dingxi City, there must be a lot of Doumen monks guarding around Dingxi City, so Liu Zhengyang should not leave this place. And if the monks in Doumen thought the same way, there would be the fewest monks nearby.

However, Liu Zhengyang knew that Dingxi City was almost irreparably damaged, and he thought that there would definitely not be many Doumen cultivators here.

Anyone who knows Doumen will also count it.

However, after learning about Doumen cultivator's thoughts, Liu Zhengyang really wanted to laugh.

He sneered: "It seems that you still have another task to be responsible for rebuilding Dingxi City, but you all waited until we walked over before starting to chase, don't you think it's too late? You were delayed by the task of rebuilding Dingxi City, let Can't you stop it in time?"

Obviously, if the Doumen cultivators intercepted at the front instead of chasing at the rear, Liu Zhengyang and others would have had a lot of difficulty.

Because if you want to leave safely, you must first solve the enemy blocking the road.

But because Doumen's monks could not intercept in front, one of the biggest crisis was solved invisibly.

The cultivator in Doumen was hit by Liu Zhengyang, and his face suddenly became ugly.

The middle-aged man took a few deep breaths, and suddenly calmed down and said, "Mr. Liu, have you misunderstood our mission? All we want is your head, and those villagers are just tools to contain you. If you kill you, what does it matter if those villagers are dead or alive?"

The other Doumen cultivators immediately calmed down when they heard the middle-aged man's words.

They stared at Liu Zhengyang, gradually showing a hideous smile, and seemed to have regarded Liu Zhengyang as a prey that was powerless to resist them.

And while Liu Zhengyang was communicating with the middle-aged man, the monks in Doumen had gradually started to form.

No matter which direction Liu Zhengyang and others left, they could catch up in time.

In this respect, they are really well prepared.

Against them, the difficulty is definitely many times more difficult than the previous twenty-three Doumen cultivators.

However, Liu Zhengyang will not be afraid because of this kind of battle.

He said calmly: "Listen to what you mean, do you think you can kill me? It's just you?"

The middle-aged man raised his hand and pointed to the fifty Doumen strongmen behind him, and said, "Of course, do you think you can win? They are all rare Doumen strongmen, and none of them are much worse than you."