Liu Zhengyang pretended not to understand Zhong Qinglei's words, and immediately dragged Zhong Qinglei to practice.

And the way they practice is to practice!

After the practice began, Liu Zhengyang punched Zhong Qinglei mercilessly with his fists and feet. Every attack was accompanied by a dull beating sound, accompanied by Zhong Qinglei's pained cries. In a short time, Zhong Qinglei was beaten by Liu Zhengyang until his nose was blue and his face was swollen.

Of course, it is impossible for Liu Zhengyang to completely avoid Zhong Qinglei's attack.

And he didn't mean to escape at all.

When Zhong Qinglei's fists and feet hit him, he would even deliberately remove the defense of the power of immortality, and just use his pure flesh to carry it hard.

In this case, even if his physical body has been blessed with the power of the fellow monks and the altar, it is inevitable that he will be injured.

Of course, his injury will definitely be lighter than Zhong Qinglei.

"How do I feel that you are deliberately looking for a reason to beat me up?" Zhong Qinglei protested dissatisfiedly while enduring the pain: "It's also cultivation, your injuries are much lighter than mine, and the pain you endured is much smaller than mine. Many, there are people who practice like this?"

"Don't complain, as long as you're not a fool, you should know that doing this is better for you." Liu Zhengyang said.

When playing against Liu Zhengyang, Zhong Qinglei suffered a lot of damage, but he would be cured immediately by the medicinal pill.

While the injury is being treated, the power of the altar will be absorbed by Zhong Qinglei quickly like water falling into dry soil, enhancing Zhong Qinglei's physique. Because this is a process of breaking and standing, the growth rate of physical strength will be significantly accelerated.

Liu Zhengyang said that doing so would be more beneficial to Zhong Qinglei, which is also because of this.

Zhong Qinglei himself had already felt this change, so he had nothing to say.

After fighting for an hour in a row, even if they were as strong as Liu Zhengyang and Zhong Qinglei, they were already exhausted and out of breath.

Even if there is an elixir to restore their physical strength, there is no way to persist for a long time.

However, after just one hour of practice, Zhong Qinglei's physical body had undergone a reborn change.

Now Liu Zhengyang has no way to easily hurt him.

In contrast, the damage he caused to Liu Zhengyang was also increasing rapidly.

"This practice is really good." Zhong Qinglei collapsed to the ground, obviously already seriously injured and so tired that he couldn't even lift his fingers, but still said excitedly and inexplicably: "Liu Zhengyang, let's take a break and continue, I feel like I can catch up with you. already."

Liu Zhengyang sat next to Zhong Qinglei, in slightly better condition than Zhong Qinglei.

But there were also a few more bruises on his face.

He lightly rubbed the bruises on his face and said, "I always feel that you want to continue to practice because you can start to counterattack gradually, right? Zhong Qinglei, why do I feel that your psychology is also a bit strange? Beating me is a big deal to you. A very fulfilling thing?"

"Of course!" Zhong Qinglei didn't think there was a problem at all, and said as a matter of course: "Watching you grow from a slightly weaker level than me to your current height, do you know how I feel? I'm older than you, right? How old do you know!"

Liu Zhengyang was taken aback, he had never thought about this issue before.

Indeed, when he first met Zhong Qinglei, he was slightly weaker and much younger than him.

But it didn't take long for Liu Zhengyang to far surpass Zhong Qinglei in combat power.

If he were Zhong Qinglei, he would definitely feel very uncomfortable.