"Treat me as a prey?" Qi Tianfang looked back at Liu Zhengyang, and his expression became very strange.

After all, in ordinary people's perception, hunting is to hunt hunters to hunt various birds and animals, and then take them home as food.

From ancient times to the present, no one who was hunted was hunted.

And now, Qi Tianfang was actually regarded as prey?

What kind of black humor is this?

"Damn it!" Qi Tianfang cursed and shouted: "Does these guys want to catch me back and then bake me? Why are they so extravagant when they roast monks as meat? I want to fight with them!"

Qi Tianfang was really furious.

This time, without Liu Zhengyang's consent, he had already used his speed and rushed towards the savages at full speed, while punching one of the savages closer to him.

The savage screamed excitedly, with no intention of avoiding it, and also punched Qi Tianfang.

Bang!

The moment the two fists collided, Qi Tianfang was shocked, and then he screamed and flew backwards.

There was also a faint smell of blood following him.

Liu Zhengyang caught him and immediately felt a terrible impact coming from Qi Tianfang.

Even with his current strength and physical strength, he had to withstand it a little harder.

He quickly looked down at Qi Tianfang, and saw that Qi Tianfang's right fist was covered with blood and white bones.

Moreover, several bones on those fists have been broken.

Even Qi Tianfang's right shoulder was dislocated, obviously because the impact force just now exceeded Qi Tianfang's tolerance limit.

Qi Tianfang was so painful that his head was covered in cold sweat, and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Master of the Sect! Help me heal my wounds!"

Liu Zhengyang quickly stuffed a pill into Qi Tianfang's mouth, and then he had to admit it: "Zhong Qinglei, it seems you are right, those savages are not right. Although Qi Tianfang's physique is not particularly strong, he is a monk after all."

Liu Zhengyang had specifically observed the guy who injured Qi Tianfang.

Perhaps it was because of an unconventional monk that Liu Zhengyang could not feel the other party's strength.

However, in terms of probability, the opponent should be just a minion in the savage team, not a strong man in a high position, so the opponent is likely to be out of the Taoist realm.

Such a man almost killed Qi Tianfang with one punch?

What a joke?

You know, if Qi Tianfang was hit just now, it was not a fist, but a vital point such as the head, heart, etc., even Liu Zhengyang would not be able to save him.

"I have reminded you a long time ago, you don't care about it." Zhong Qinglei replied with a dark face: "I have been to this place and fought with those savages. Unfortunately, I finally admitted my conscience and ran away. That's a group of monsters!"

With Zhong Qinglei's temper, it is obvious that he wants to escape after knowing that the other party treats him as prey.

Liu Zhengyang thought about it and asked again: "Zhong Qinglei, what strength were you back then? How many more savages did you kill?"

Zhong Qinglei replied with a dark face: "No one of them was successfully killed in the Dao Realm."

"What?" Zhong Qinglei's simple words caused huge waves in Liu Zhengyang's heart.

A cultivator at the Dao Realm level can't even kill a savage?

Is there something ridiculous in the world?
Chapter completed!