"There are monks who want to come and snatch our gods. You monks are really annoyed!"

"Every few days we will be unable to sleep. Can't you let us rest for a few days?"

"I will bake you whatever I say tonight, so that you can know what the end of your life who wants to steal our god!"

...

Zhong Qinglei felt chills when he heard this, and before he could be roasted, the scene of himself being roasted appeared in his mind.

What a joke, he would rather fight to the point of being crushed than allow himself to end up in such a miserable end.

Considering the combat style of the wild people, Zhong Qinglei did not dare to talk nonsense and took the lead.

He kicked away the torches around him, making them fly toward the savages like arrows away from the strings, and at the same time, it also makes the environment around him dim. When the torches around him disappear, he was shrouded in the demonic energy and seemed to be melting into the darkness.

Moreover, a considerable number of savages have already dodged sideways in order to prevent themselves from being hit by torches.

Their encirclement has also been shortened.

"It turns out that it's just a group of savages, and they don't have enough combat qualities." Zhong Qinglei sneered, and immediately rushed out under the cover of the night and took the opportunity to escape.

Bang!

When Zhong Qinglei jumped off the platform and broke through in a direction with a relatively small number of people, an extremely tall savage suddenly appeared in front of him, and his powerful punch was smashed down with a harsh sound of a sonic boom.

The subsequent fist wind made Zhong Qinglei's cheeks hurt.

You know, Zhong Qinglei is a demon cultivator, and he is an extremely powerful demon cultivator with an extremely powerful body!

After being improved by the Demon Condensation Pill, his strength is even further ahead than being at Jueming Lake.

But this tall savage could actually make his cheeks hurt by the wind of fists.

What a terrible power this is?

There is no doubt that this person who seriously threatened Zhong Qinglei was the savage who fought with Liu Zhengyang during the day.

Zhong Qinglei secretly cried out: "Damn it, is this guy that powerful? How did Liu Zhengyang fight with him during the day? Could it be that the fellow immortals and demons have really improved Liu Zhengyang's strength so much?"

Zhong Qinglei suddenly felt a little envious.

Of course, on the battlefield, it is not the time to think about these things.

Originally, he was sprinting at full speed, facing a sudden punch. Since he could not avoid it, he could only grit his teeth and condensed the surging demonic energy on his right fist, and then faced it hard.

"I don't believe that the gap between me and Liu Zhengyang has been widened so much!" Zhong Qinglei roared in his heart without believing it.

Click!

Although Zhong Qinglei's demonic energy was as solid as it was, it looked like a fragile porcelain in front of the savage's fierce fist, and immediately made a crisp breaking sound, and then it was smashed to pieces. Moreover, the savage's fist still fell on Zhong Qinglei's fist.

Zhong Qinglei suddenly felt like he hit an iron lump, and a stinging pain came from his fist.

Like Qi Tianfang, he was injured just by fighting with the other party!

Zhong Qinglei quickly took advantage of the force to retreat, and at the same time held the wrist of his right hand and thought, "It's true that he is not as domineering as Qi Tianfang, but he is not feeling well. What should I do?"

At the same time, other savages had taken advantage of Zhong Qinglei's opportunity to retreat to reorganize the formation and surrounded him again.

The tall savage who injured Zhong Qinglei stepped forward and said, "You can't beat us, surrender."
Chapter completed!