The tricks used by the burly man looked scary, but in Liu Zhengyang's view, it was nothing more than that.

Because when the cultivator is strong enough and punches fast enough, compressed air is the basic operation.

No monk would use it as a means of attack.

After all, the cultivator's fist can compress the air, which proves that the power of the fist will be greater.

However……

I don't know why, after Zhong Qinglei, who was very relaxed just now, faced an attack that seemed to be quite ordinary in Liu Zhengyang's eyes, his expression became extremely dignified, as if he was about to face some danger. He stared at the burly man's movements, and he didn't dare to be careless.

The chief standing next to Liu Zhengyang's face changed greatly, he took a deep breath and said, "It's finally used!"

"What do you mean?" Liu Zhengyang asked curiously: "Chief, is that the trick that made you hit hard last time?"

"Yes!" The chief nodded heavily and replied, "I just couldn't deal with that move last time. I was beaten into the body by a powerful force, and then I lost. The main attack of his punch was not the fist. It's an invisible force."

"Is that so?" Liu Zhengyang frowned.

Because he didn't feel the strange power on the fist of the strong man.

However, the reactions of Zhong Qinglei and the chief were so big, it should be true.

boom!

As the burly man's fist approached quickly, Zhong Qinglei wanted to avoid it.

But after realizing the large group of innocent monks standing behind him, he gritted his teeth again and took the initiative to punch him.

Because if he dodged, the monk behind him would surely die.

Then Liu Zhengyang's exchange will also be hit hard.

The number of monks who dare to come in the future will be greatly reduced.

The two fists collided, and both Zhong Qinglei and the sturdy man retreated at the same time, shaking their bodies for a while.

The sturdy man's fist was hit hard by Zhong Qinglei, and the skin on his fist cracked suddenly, and blood flowed out.

And Zhong Qinglei's fist also cracked, as if he had hit a pinball.

Moreover, Zhong Qinglei's fists were still shaking after the fight.

"It's weird." Liu Zhengyang immediately noticed something was wrong and said in a low voice, "Small injuries of that magnitude shouldn't make Zhong Qinglei tremble with pain, right? Is it really because of that invisible force? Chief, speak up quickly. Say what happened."

At the same time, Zhong Qinglei and the strong man were still fighting.

Just now, Zhong Qinglei, who wanted to play with the burly man, suddenly became aggressive, and the attack was very urgent and violent.

He seemed eager to end the fight quickly.

And the burly man started to defend abnormally.

While watching the battle, the chief replied to Liu Zhengyang: "As I said to you just now, after I was hit by that strange move, there was more energy in my body that was constantly destroying. Zhong Qinglei is probably the same now. He may be I want to endure the pain and defeat my opponent."

After a pause, the chief urged Liu Zhengyang again: "Lianzhu Liu, I think you should hurry up and save Zhong Qinglei, otherwise it will be too late when he is seriously injured like me."

"Maybe what you said is the truth, but I can't do that." Liu Zhengyang replied helplessly.

"Why?" the chief asked in confusion.

Liu Zhengyang shook his head with a wry smile, and did not answer the chief, because he knew that the chief would never understand.