Hundreds of Taoist monks spoke tearfully, all telling Liu Zhengyang their stories.

In fact, hundreds of people told their stories together. Even if Liu Zhengyang had hundreds of ears, he couldn't hear it. The only information he could receive was that these monks had a miserable life when they were cultivating as solo travelers. Resources are very difficult.

Also, being bullied is a common occurrence.

Liu Zhengyang is not a fool, he naturally knows what they are talking about.

The world of cultivation is, after all, a place where the weak eat the strong, and it is almost impossible to make sense.

A single monk is always weak against a force of monks.

Seeing how pitiful everyone is, Liu Zhengyang also moved with compassion and sighed: "I can fully understand your feelings, in fact, when facing super powerful forces, why haven't I tasted despair? Establishing a new faction in the central district will inevitably lead to bloodshed."

"How do you say?" a Taoist monk asked inexplicably.

Liu Zhengyang didn't know whether he was really stupid or fake, so he had to continue: "There are only so many resources in the Central District, and there is no place where the strong can't get involved. If we step in, we are touching other people's cakes. How is it possible not to fight?"

After glancing at everyone, Liu Zhengyang continued: "At that time, everyone here may die in battle."

"But if you don't help, they will be killed in the cruel cultivation world sooner or later." Zhong Qinglei said.

The Sect Master of Panmen also nodded and persuaded: "Mr. Zhong is right, if it wasn't for the fact that it was too difficult to survive on their own, they would not risk joining the Dan Club. Even if it was just in case, they were willing to take their own Live to gamble, just to become stronger."

When the Taoist monks saw that Zhong Qinglei and Panmen Sect Master supported them, they also expressed their opinions.

"Uncle Liu, we believe in you, you will definitely not let us die easily."

"We have all seen how desperate you are to protect Senior Zhong Qinglei and the Sect Master Panmen. We know that you will definitely do your best to protect us. We beg you."

"We just want to survive, as long as we can survive, even if you don't give us the resources to cultivate."

Liu Zhengyang was speechless.

They have already mentioned this, what else can Liu Zhengyang do?

There is no one who stands in his position now.

He can't just watch the monks in these Taoist realms die, can he?

Liu Zhengyang let out a long sigh, and then said resignedly: "If that's the case, then we'll find a way to find a place to live and treat it as our branch. It's just not easy to find that kind of place. You want to live here."

Anyway, monks can survive as long as they have enough spiritual energy, and they don't need to eat at all.

In Liu Zhengyang's secret palace, it is impossible to have insufficient spiritual energy.

He has plenty of time to find the right place.

It's just that he hasn't started to look for it, and the door owner of Panmen has already stood up with a thief smile.

He said, "Lord Liu, in fact, I have a good place to offer you."

"What?" Liu Zhengyang was shocked, and looked at the Sect Master Panmen in surprise.

Although he has a close relationship with the Panmen Sect Master, can the Panmen Sect Master really provide such a good place?

Shouldn't he be the first to occupy it?