Dad! Love My Daughter To Death

In Liu Zhengyang's dictionary, taking advantage of people's dangers is anything but glorious.

Although it is normal to do anything to win in battle, a real strong man is forced to be self-respecting and definitely does not want to win this kind of victory. Even if he had to do it for the life of his subordinates, at least Liu Zhengyang asked himself that he would not regard this victory as a record.

The reverse is also true, he doesn't think that those who want to win this kind of victory are considered strong.

but……

"Although it is impossible to fight, I can't be stupid enough to rush to suffer such a loss, but it is not the way to let them make trouble like this." Liu Zhengyang frowned and pondered: "If someone in our alliance thinks I am Not having the guts to fight will affect morale.”

"This is a problem." Zhang Feng was also a little distressed and worried: "Even if it's just a duel between monks, factors such as mood and determination can seriously affect the outcome of the battle. If the scale is expanded to the present The degree, the impact will be even greater, and we must find a way to deal with it.”

Zhang Feng lowered his head and fell silent, and began to think of a way.

However, he was silent for several minutes, unable to say why.

Even if he is as smart as him, he can't think of a way for a while.

And Zhong Qinglei and Panmen's sect master were a little nervous when they saw that Zhang Feng couldn't think of a way.

Because they have been together for a period of time, they already know how useful Zhang Feng's head is, and they can often point out the key points of each other, reducing a lot of pressure for Liu Zhengyang and others to fight. But now, even he is helpless?

Then can they only watch the arrogance of the monks in Doumen?

How could this be?

The sect master of Panmen suddenly said: "Can we wait for the physical strength to recover? The big deal is like last night, let them suffer a big loss, and recall how terrible we are when we regain our fighting strength. I can't believe that so many died last night. Human Doumen can become even more difficult."

"Just do it!" Zhong Qinglei said excitedly: "I still like to win on the frontal battlefield. Although it is safe to hide in the tortoise shell made by Liu Zhengyang, I have no sense of accomplishment at all."

"The question is, how long will it take for you to recover to your peak state?" Zhang Feng suddenly said: "Even if your energy can recover, what about your mental state? I don't think it will be possible to recover without more than half a day? Do we have to swallow it up? Gas for a long time?"

After a pause, Zhang Feng pointed forward and said, "Besides, the people in Doumen seem to be doing something."

Liu Zhengyang looked forward, and sure enough, he saw a huge change in the Doumen cultivator in front of him.

When they first approached the split, they placed an ordinary square formation.

But now, the Doumen cultivators at the forefront have already put on a mysterious pattern, which is obviously a strange formation, and they don't know what it is used for. At the moment when the formation was completed, the monks also emitted a very dazzling light, which was very obvious even under the rising sun.

Moreover, the energy emanating from the cultivator is condensing and eventually becomes an energy bow and arrow.

Zhang Feng's cold sweat instantly flowed down, and he said with a pale face: "Lianmen Liu, do you still remember the result of our discussion last night? That's why Doumen suddenly sent messengers here."

Liu Zhengyang naturally remembered it, nodded and said, "Of course, the result of our discussion is not that Doumen sent messengers to either buy time to find a way to break the alliance's defense line, or it takes time to prepare stronger forces."