When Liu Zhengyang firmly said that he would not run away, a hint of surprise flashed in the young man's eyes.

In addition to being surprised, he admired Liu Zhengyang again in his heart.

Because there are many belligerent monks in the world, there are countless monks who are willing to **** the strong and help the weak occasionally, but they are still unwilling to back down when they really encounter the strong. As for those who are not afraid of death like Liu Zhengyang, it is a minority among the few.

No matter what era, the strong and truly courageous are respected.

The young man said with admiration: "I haven't seen a strong man like you for many years. If someone didn't want to buy your life, we would definitely be good friends. But even if we can't become friends, I will be friends for the rest of my life. Remember you."

"Forget it, let me remember you for the rest of my life." Liu Zhengyang sneered disapprovingly.

Because the young man said this and showed this attitude, didn't he just want to say that Liu Zhengyang would become his defeat?

But why does he think he will win?

Is there a limit to how strong self-confidence is?

In order to thwart the conceit of the youth, and at the same time to see the strength of the other party's strengthening with the help of drugs, Liu Zhengyang deliberately hooked his finger at the youth, and said slowly: "Come on, let's take action, let me see what you and just now have. different."

"You... It seems that you still haven't felt my change. Your eyesight is really not that bad." The young man said unhappily.

Almost as soon as the words fell, the young man rushed towards Liu Zhengyang.

Liu Zhengyang's attitude of ignoring all threats has indeed stimulated his self-esteem.

boom!

With the sound of a deafening sonic boom, the young man suddenly appeared behind Liu Zhengyang, kicked Liu Zhengyang's head, and said at the same time, "Although your eyesight is terrible, I still admire your courage. In return, I'll show you my full strength."

The young man's right foot pierced the air with a harsh whistling sound.

Liu Zhengyang felt the flow of air behind him, and hurriedly lowered his head to dodge, and then turned a somersault forward on the spot.

When the young man's right foot rubbed his scalp and kicked his hair forward, Liu Zhengyang, who had flipped over the somersault, smashed his foot down, and his heel just got stuck at the connection between the young man's sole and ankle, and gave the young man's right foot to the ground. Smashed into the ground, the soil swirled with it.

You know, Liu Zhengyang and the youth are now fighting in Tianmen City.

Under their feet was hard masonry, not loose earth.

When the young man's right foot was smashed into the ground, the strong impact made his complexion change in pain.

Liu Zhengyang said calmly: "I told you a long time ago, don't think it's great just because your strength has increased a little bit. When the realm cannot be broken through temporarily, in order to improve the combat power, what I have done more than you."

"I see it, but you still can't beat me." The youth responded.

With the sound of a loud drink, a very strong shock wave erupted from the whole body of the young man, as if a gust of wind was swept up.

The strong wind blew Liu Zhengyang's clothes and hair wildly.

Even the rocks and sand that wrapped the youth's right foot were bounced off.

The young man took the opportunity to pull out his right foot and kicked Liu Zhengyang's knee hard again.

He wanted to break Liu Zhengyang's leg.