"What's the matter?" Liu Zhengyang asked curiously, while secretly guessing in his heart.

When the middle-aged man made the request, the other Doumen cultivators also agreed, and they didn't even need to mention it, proving that they had reached a consensus. But when did they reach this consensus? What do they want in common?

From the middle-aged man's tone, the only thing Liu Zhengyang could tell was that the monks in Doumen seemed to be afraid of some kind of threat.

Just as Liu Zhengyang asked his doubts, the middle-aged man said to himself: "I need you to help us save our family and friends. Don't you mean that the people from Doumen must also use some means to blackmail us? ? That's Doumen's method."

At the end, the middle-aged man clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes were full of anxiety.

When it comes to this crucial point, other Doumen cultivators have similar reactions.

When Liu Zhengyang saw their appearance, he knew what was going on.

Indeed, if relatives and friends were all under the control of Doumen, it was impossible for the monks present to escape safely, unless they were all like Dingxi City's city lord. However, even if he wanted to surrender, Liu Zhengyang would not be able to accept the kind of person who destroys humanity and doesn't even care about the life of his own son.

To a certain extent, the Doumen cultivators present cared about their relatives, which was a good thing for Liu Zhengyang.

Because as long as they treat their relatives kindly, they can definitely gain the loyalty of these monks.

However, the premise is that their relatives and friends can be rescued.

Liu Zhengyang didn't think about what to do for a while, but he agreed without thinking: "No problem! Your family is my family, I can't watch them being killed by Doumen monks. And if even the relatives of my companions I can’t keep my friends, how can you trust me?”

Liu Zhengyang used the word "companion" instead of his subordinates and subordinates, which surprised the monks in Doumen for a while.

Because the world of cultivation has always been a world with distinct classes.

Weak monks are inferior.

It is very rare for Liu Zhengyang to talk to them like this when he has an absolute strength advantage.

Because of this, his words of willingness to save people are more likely to gain the trust of everyone.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then he asked incredulously: "Mr. Liu, did you promise us so easily? Do you know what you are promising? If you want to save our relatives and friends, you may have to bring them with you. We entered Doumen's lair."

The other Doumen cultivators also expressed their thoughts one after another.

"Uncle Liu, are you sure you are willing to do that for us? Are you not afraid of danger?"

"Uncle Liu, if you can do what you say, my life is yours!"

"As long as we can ensure the safety of our relatives and friends, we are willing to accompany you to fight Doumen!"

Because Liu Zhengyang agreed too readily, many Doumen cultivators felt like they were dreaming.

It's not that they don't want their relatives and friends to be rescued, but they really can't believe that there is such a talkative boss as Liu Zhengyang in the world.

Liu Zhengyang has been in the cultivation world for so many years, so he can naturally understand their feelings.

It's like being suddenly helped by a stranger in a world of intrigue, and anyone would be suspicious.

While the monks in Doumen were grateful, Zhong Qinglei suddenly asked, "Liu Zhengyang, what are you going to do?"