"Old man, you Danhui really don't take your own people as people."

Liu Zhengyang looked at the two guards beside him who had already passed out due to the shock and bleeding from their seven orifices. He couldn't help shaking his head and complaining: "I know I'm Liu Zhengyang, and I also know how powerful I am, but I even let two guards. The monks of the realm level come to see you."

"If you don't have a monk to come to the door, won't it alarm you?" the old man replied.

"So from the very beginning, you planned to make these two monks at the Tao level as victims?" Liu Zhengyang said coldly: "I found that your alchemy skills are really inhumane. You are all cold-blooded."

"Did you kill fewer alchemists than us?" the old man sneered disapprovingly.

"That's different. I killed them because they provoked me first." Liu Zhengyang said coldly: "And when you kill those innocent monks, they are not guilty of death. But we have already done it, let's argue again. This seems a little childish."

When Liu Zhengyang said this, he was about to shut up.

Because it doesn't make any sense to talk about right or wrong in a monk's battle.

Even if there is a right or wrong, the wrong party cannot surrender obediently.

In the end, it's up to a pair of fists to win or lose.

So as soon as he finished speaking, Liu Zhengyang kicked the old man's temple.

The old man quickly stretched out his hand to block, patted Liu Zhengyang's calf with a palm, then grabbed Liu Zhengyang's ankle and smashed Liu Zhengyang to the house where Liu Zhengyang lived before. In the blink of an eye, Liu Zhengyang was used as a weapon by him and smashed the house into pieces.

The collapsed house turned into countless fragments, burying the two unconscious Taoist monks.

Originally, with the strength of the Taoist cultivator, it was naturally impossible to die because of this.

However, the wreckage of the collapsed houses all carried power above the Dao Realm.

Such a terrifying force fell to the ground, causing the ground to vibrate slightly, swallowing the fragments of the house into the ground several meters deep. So terrifying power acts on the two unconscious Taoist monks, and naturally it runs through their bodies in an instant, killing them.

However, Liu Zhengyang's physical body is so strong that it is impossible for him to be easily injured.

With both hands on the ground, he threw out with one foot, directly throwing the old man away.

Taking advantage of the chance that the old man was stagnant in mid-air, he chased after him, stepped on the back of the old man, and stomped the old man to the ground.

Several other houses nearby collapsed.

The old man was also buried directly.

Liu Zhengyang returned to the open space, looked at the ruins of the house in front of him and said, "Old man, stop pretending, come out, I know that an attack of that level just now can't do anything to you. Although your body is not as strong as mine, you want to kill it. It's not easy for you either."

Liu Zhengyang had already discovered it when he was just fighting with the old man.

The old man's fist is actually incomparable to his own.

Just as he was fighting, he was already injured and his bones were cracked.

But for some unknown reason, the injury on the old man's body recovered instantly, and the recovery speed was faster than any monk Liu Zhengyang had seen before.

Even when some monks use healing medicine, they can't compare with it.

With that powerful recovery ability, it is no wonder that he would suffer substantial damage in an attack of this magnitude.