Dad! Love My Daughter To Death

In the eyes of middle-aged people, Zhong Qinglei is already the strongest in the exchange.

If Zhong Qinglei is seriously injured, there is only one way to die when facing an opponent of similar strength.

So if he is Zhong Qinglei, he can only retreat in the face of the situation just now and find a way to preserve his strength.

Unfortunately, he seriously underestimated the combat power in the exchange.

Zhong Qinglei didn't feel that he was in any danger at all. The victory in the battle made him very satisfied, and he smiled happily: "Could it be that I am injured, and there is no strong person who can fight against you in the exchange? Are you looking down on yourself too much, or are you too much? look down on us?"

"Is there a difference?" The middle-aged man said disapprovingly: "There are quite a few monks in the exchange, but you are the only one who can fight against our brothers."

While speaking, he had already walked over to the burly man at the beginning.

The injured Zhong Qinglei was unwilling to fight an opponent of unknown strength, and had already left the strong man.

I saw that the middle-aged man suddenly took out an elixir, stuffed it into the burly man's mouth, and said, "I told you to practice diligently, but you didn't listen. Now that you're better, you were almost beaten to death. Don't think that you are Every time I'm so lucky, I can wait until I save you."

"Nearly beaten to death? Are you stupid?" Zhong Qinglei sneered: "No matter how you look at that stupid big guy, he's dead, do you think you can save him by giving him the medicine for healing? It was his most important heart that was smashed!"

Zhong Qinglei directly treated the other party as a fool.

He didn't believe that someone could save someone whose heart was broken.

However, before Zhong Qinglei finished speaking, the burly man's gradually dissipating aura became stable again.

At least it is certain that his vitality has been preserved.

And after a few more seconds, the burly man has already stood up.

Live to hell!

"Impossible!" Zhong Qinglei said in awe: "How can there be such a magical medicine in the world? What the **** are you eating? Even Liu Zhengyang, it is impossible to refine such a magical medicine? Are you more than Liu Zhengyang? stronger?"

Even the well-informed chief, who has been collecting outside intelligence, was stunned.

After a while, he trembled: "How is this done?"

Liu Zhengyang frowned, feeling a little stressed, and said, "Theoretically, it's not impossible, because a monk's vitality is far stronger than ordinary people, and even if his heart is broken, he won't die quickly, as long as his vitality is cut off. Just fix the heart."

Of course, although it is possible in theory, it is often difficult in practice.

Because even a monk with a strong vitality can last for a very short time after his heart is broken.

It is very difficult to get treatment in such a short period of time.

And being so seriously injured usually means that his strength is not as good as his opponent, and the opponent will definitely not watch him recover, so this medicine is almost useless.

Since it is not used, how can an alchemist be bored to refine?

"Don't worry about whether it can be done in theory now, what should we do?" The chief said nervously: "To face those two extremely powerful opponents at the same time, how can we win? Alliance leader Liu, you want to join forces with Zhong Qinglei, Two to two?"

"No need." Liu Zhengyang stepped forward and said, "I didn't expect that Zhong Qinglei would not change the result if he went up to solve their strange tricks. Just let me do it by myself."

With that said, Liu Zhengyang asked the chief to bring healing medicine to Zhong Qinglei, while he slowly walked towards the burly man and the middle-aged man, preparing to fight one against two.