In just one face-to-face, the two brothers who were still showing their teeth and claws just now have lost their combat effectiveness.

Zhong Qinglei and the chief, who were watching the game not far away, were dumbfounded.

They have all played against burly men before and know how powerful their opponents are. And since the middle-aged man is the eldest brother, his strength is of course higher than that of the burly man. Judging from the attitude of the burly man towards the middle-aged man, this result can be easily drawn.

However, such a powerful two were defeated so simply in front of Liu Zhengyang.

Is it really that people are more than people, more than dead?

"Liu Zhengyang, how powerful are you now?" Zhong Qinglei walked to Liu Zhengyang's side and asked with a very complicated expression: "During my cultivation a few days ago, I had progressed almost as well as you, right? Why are the results of the battle so different? "

"Oops." Liu Zhengyang suddenly screamed and pretended to be injured: "It hurts, their brothers are really powerful, don't look at me as if I won, but I was also seriously injured, and my strength was almost exhausted. It's over."

Zhong Qinglei rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think I'm a fool?"

The chief also walked over slowly and said, "Lianzhu Liu, although Zhong Qinglei's brain is not particularly useful, you can't insult his IQ like this. We can see clearly if you are injured or not. ."

Zhong Qinglei glared at the chief, dissatisfied with his evaluation.

Why is his brain not particularly useful?

If even his brain is not particularly useful, how many smart people are there?

Of course, the focus now is why Liu Zhengyang is so much stronger than him, so Zhong Qinglei is too lazy to talk nonsense.

Seeing that Liu Zhengyang couldn't go on, he had to stand up again.

"In the final analysis, you can't think that I am much stronger than you because of this battle." Liu Zhengyang explained solemnly: "It just happens that their attacks are ineffective against me. As for quickly defeating them, seriously, can't you do it? arrive?"

Liu Zhengyang asked Zhong Qinglei in return.

Zhong Qinglei naturally understood what Liu Zhengyang meant, was speechless on the spot, and laughed dryly.

As Liu Zhengyang said, Zhong Qinglei had the upper hand when he faced the strong man at the beginning.

At that time, if he wanted to quickly defeat his opponent, he could do it with three or two punches.

But because his rapidly growing strength has inflated his mentality, I want to try to see where my limits are and play tricks on my opponent.

The battle dragged on for a long time, giving the opponent an opportunity to take advantage.

The chief is also a well-informed person. He understood it in an instant, turned his head and said to Zhong Qinglei: "Liu alliance leader is right, Zhong Qinglei, you have to get rid of your bad habits. Otherwise, I and my clansmen will be attacked by you in the future. Kill me, I won't let you go."

"You were killed by me, why didn't you let me go?" Even if Zhong Qinglei knew that was the truth, he couldn't allow the chief to talk about himself.

Who made the chief not as powerful as he is now?

The chief was speechless by him, and after thinking for a while, he replied, "Even if I die, my clan will never let you go!"

"Then wait for your clan to have such a strong strength." Zhong Qinglei replied nonchalantly.

Liu Zhengyang ignored the dispute between Zhong Qinglei and the chief, and continued to look at the middle-aged and burly man who fell to the ground.

They all lay down on the ground, looking at Liu Zhengyang in horror.