"No!" The man who rescued the alchemist sneered: "My name is Zhong Qinglei!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Qinglei's fist was already hitting the burly man's face.

boom!

As if hitting a mass of mud, Zhong Qinglei's fist easily smashed the sturdy man's cheeks, cracked the corners of his mouth, and bleeding from his teeth. And because the strength of the fist is too amazing, the burly man took half a step back before barely standing.

As he stepped back, his right foot left a clear footprint on the ground.

At the same time, the chief who also temporarily lived in the exchange also received the news and rushed out.

However, his movements were obviously not as fast as Zhong Qinglei's, and when he came out, he only saw a sturdy man who had regained his footing.

So in his eyes, Zhong Qinglei and the strong man are obviously still in the confrontation stage.

After seeing the burly man, the chief's pupils shrank sharply, and said with a solemn expression, "It's you!"

The burly man turned his head and glanced at the chief, and said deliberately with anger, "It's you, old guy, so you're not dead yet, it seems that Liu Zhengyang's medicinal pills are indeed unique, and they can actually treat your The deputy old bone was pulled back from the gate of hell."

The chief's face became even more ugly.

It's not a slap in the face, let alone a slap in the face in public.

Is he dignified as a chief to lose face?

However, the chief, who knew that his strength was insufficient, did not have any seizures. He gritted his teeth and reminded Zhong Qinglei: "Brother Zhong, he is the one who severely injured me last time. He is very powerful. You must be careful. You don't have me in your body. Powerful, and fighting him is dangerous."

"Is it dangerous? Why don't I think?" Zhong Qinglei sneered disapprovingly.

The burly man wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and was also enraged by Zhong Qinglei.

"Just taking a little advantage, are you so proud?" He said angrily: "If you think that means you can beat me, then you are more naive than a three-year-old! I don't care who you are, if you want to be If Liu Zhengyang is in his early stage, then go to hell!"

While roaring, the burly man smashed his fist at Zhong Qinglei's temple.

Zhong Qinglei's head was slightly tilted back, avoiding the fist of the sturdy man, and at the same time said easily: "Whether I can win you is second, I just want to know, are you really the one who hit the chief last time? You Shouldn't there be twin brothers?"

"What do you mean?" the sturdy man asked with a livid face.

"I mean, was that person your twin brother or something like that last time?" Zhong Qinglei replied, "No matter how I look at it, I can't see that you have the strength to seriously damage the chief."

"What did you say?" The burly man was so angry that he almost exploded.

He suddenly increased the speed of his attack, and every punch and every kick hit Zhong Qinglei with a clear air-breaking sound.

When his fists and feet cut through the air, the wind blade he brought up would also leave clear slashing marks on the ground and walls.

Various tables and chairs in the exchange were also damaged catastrophically.

Fortunately, the people present were all monks with certain strength. Although they did not participate in the battle, they would not be injured by this level of attack.

They watched Zhong Qinglei fight with the burly man, and the burly man who had already forced him to attack desperately was still able to do so, and they couldn't help being stunned.

Because when the burly man attacked, he was really fast and ruthless, and his fists and feet were almost interwoven into a net.

Not to mention dodging all attacks, dodging one punch is hard enough.

But Zhong Qinglei just didn't get hit once.