With his hands on his back, Liu Zhengyang stood on the only way to enter the village, looking forward.

A few hundred meters in front of him, there was a team of more than 20 people coming in a mighty manner. Although there were only 20 people, it gave people a sense of oppression that a million army was advancing. A strong fighting spirit also rushed to the face.

Many birds and beasts, birds, beasts, insects and fish along the way were scared and fled.

In the huge forest, there was only the whirring of the wind for a while.

Although it seems exaggerated, Liu Zhengyang knows in his heart that this is normal.

Because every cultivator in front of them is a strong man who has experienced hundreds of battles. Their rich combat experience and strong strength make them full of strong killing spirit. Although there are only twenty people, they are better than thousands of troops. 10,000 horses. After all, even if it is a real army of thousands, it is impossible to have too many experienced people.

Facing such twenty-three people, even Liu Zhengyang felt enormous pressure.

Soon, the twenty-three people stopped in front of Liu Zhengyang and confronted Liu Zhengyang.

One of the twenty-three men was obviously the leader. He appeared to be about forty years old. He walked out slowly and greeted Liu Zhengyang: "Your Excellency stopped here, shouldn't you be trying to stop us from entering the village? Here are us. Doumen place, please make way."

This guy is very polite.

But since he brought out the Doumen card, he was actually bullying others.

If it wasn't Liu Zhengyang who was standing in front of them now, but someone else, they would definitely have confessed.

As for Liu Zhengyang, he naturally ignored them and said with a sneer, "Is Doumen great? This village is now my territory. If you want to enter, you have to ask my fist first. But I also know You Doumen cultivators have always been unreasonable, so let's take action."

The twenty-three Doumen powerhouses obviously did not regard Liu Zhengyang as a threat.

After hearing Liu Zhengyang's words, they were all happy.

"Have you heard that this guy clearly knows that we are from Doumen, yet he dares to provoke us. I have never seen such a courageous person."

"Maybe he's tired of living and wants to die more heroically? To be able to die at the hands of our Doumen monks is a great honor for many monks."

"That's true. He died in our hands, at least it means that he has the strength to fight with us for a period of time. This is already an honor. But he looks quite young. I really don't know why he can't think about it."

Liu Zhengyang was very unhappy when he heard the laughter of the Doumen monks.

Or not just him, any cultivator who is despised like this, probably won't be happy.

Just when he wanted to kill a few Doumen cultivators and make them have a more positive attitude, Zhong Qinglei and the others suddenly shouted in the secret palace.

"Liu Zhengyang, several of these monks seem to be easy to bully. Let's go first." Zhong Qinglei said loudly: "Since we fought Zhu Shiwen and were saved by you, haven't we been practicing hard? It's time to test our cultivation achievements."

The door owner of Panmen was also eager to try: "I also want to see how much I have improved, we can't be bullied by Doumen people all the time!"

After hearing this, Liu Zhengyang was moved.

Although Zhong Qinglei and Panmen's sect master didn't say it clearly, Liu Zhengyang was not a fool, and he had already heard their overtones.