Liu Zhengyang pretended not to understand Zhong Qinglei's words and immediately dragged Zhong Qinglei to start practicing.

And their way of practicing is to practice correctly!

After the practice began, Liu Zhengyang's fists and feet ruthlessly hit Zhong Qinglei. Every attack caused a dull striking sound, accompanied by Zhong Qinglei's painful cry. In a few efforts, Zhong Qinglei was beaten to the point of bruising and swollen face by Liu Zhengyang.

Of course, Liu Zhengyang could not completely avoid Zhong Qinglei's attack.

And he had no intention of evading.

When Zhong Qinglei's fists and feet hit him, he would even deliberately remove the defense of the power of the immortal way and just use his pure body to force it.

In this case, even if his body has been blessed by fellow immortals and demons and the power of the altar, he will inevitably be injured.

Of course, his injury will definitely be lighter than Zhong Qinglei.

"Why do I feel like you are deliberately looking for a reason to beat me?" Zhong Qinglei protested dissatisfiedly while enduring the pain and fighting, "The same practice, you have suffered much less injuries than me, and the pain you endured is much smaller than mine. Is there anyone who practices like this?"

"Stop complaining, as long as you are not a fool, you should know that doing this will benefit you more." Liu Zhengyang said.

When practicing with Liu Zhengyang, Zhong Qinglei suffered a lot of damage, but he would be cured immediately by the pill.

While the injury is treated, the power of the altar will be quickly absorbed by Zhong Qinglei like water falling into the dry soil, strengthening Zhong Qinglei's physique. Because this is a process of breaking and then standing, the growth rate of physical strength will be significantly accelerated.

Liu Zhengyang said that doing this would benefit Zhong Qinglei even more because of this.

Zhong Qinglei himself has already felt this change, so he has nothing to say.

After an hour of continuous battle, even though they were as strong as Liu Zhengyang and Zhong Qinglei, they were already exhausted and panting.

Even if there are pills to restore their physical strength, there is no way to persevere for a long time.

However, after only one hour of practice, Zhong Qinglei's physical body has undergone a complete transformation.

Now Liu Zhengyang has no way to easily hurt him.

In contrast, the damage he caused to Liu Zhengyang was also increasing rapidly.

"This practice is really good." Zhong Qinglei collapsed to the ground. He was obviously seriously injured and so tired that he couldn't even lift his fingers, but he still said excitedly: "Liu Zhengyang, let's take a break and continue. I feel that I can catch up with you."

Liu Zhengyang sat next to Zhong Qinglei, and his condition was slightly better than Zhong Qinglei.

But there were also a few more bruises on his face.

He rubbed the bruises on his face and said, "I always feel that you want to continue practicing because you can gradually start counterattacking, right? Zhong Qinglei, why do I feel that your mind is a bit strange? Beating me is a very fulfilling thing for you?"

"Of course!" Zhong Qinglei didn't feel any problem at all, and said naturally: "Watching you grow from a slightly weaker level than me to this level today, do you know what I feel? I am older than you and I don't know how many years I am!"

Liu Zhengyang was stunned. He had never thought about this problem before.

Indeed, when I first met Zhong Qinglei, I was slightly weaker than him and was much younger than him.

But not long after, Liu Zhengyang had already surpassed Zhong Qinglei in combat power.
Chapter completed!