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

If Zhong Qinglei is seriously injured, he will have no way to die when facing an opponent with similar strength.

So if he was Zhong Qinglei, he could 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 within the exchange.

Zhong Qinglei didn't feel that he was in danger at all. The victory of the battle made him very satisfied. He smiled happily: "Did I be injured and there is no strong man in the exchange who can fight against you again? Do you look down on yourself too much or look down on us too much?"

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

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

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

I saw a middle-aged man suddenly take out a pill and stuff it into the strong man's mouth and say, "You don't listen if you ask you to practice hard. Now you're almost beaten to death. Don't think you're so lucky every time, you can wait until I save you."

"I was almost beaten to death? Are you stupid?" Zhong Qinglei sneered: "That stupid man is dead no matter how you look at it. Do you think you can save him by taking the pills for healing? His most important heart is the most important thing!"

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 strong man's breath gradually dissipated became stable again.

At least, his vitality has been preserved.

And after waiting for a few more seconds, the strong man stood up.

It's a hell!

"Impossible!" Zhong Qinglei said in horror: "How could there be such a magical medicine in the world? What the hell are you taking? Even Liu Zhengyang cannot refine such a magical medicine, right? Are you stronger than Liu Zhengyang?"

Even the chief, who was knowledgeable and had been collecting external information, was shocked.

After a while, he trembled: "What can I do?"

Liu Zhengyang frowned, feeling a little stressed, and said, "Theoretically, it's not impossible, because the vitality of a monk is far stronger than that of an ordinary person. Even if his heart is damaged, he will not die quickly. As long as he repairs his heart before his vitality is cut off."

Of course, although it can be done in theory, it is often difficult in practice.

Because even monks with strong vitality can last for a short time after their heart is damaged.

It is too difficult to get treatment in such a short time.

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

Since you can't use it, how can an alchemist be bored to refine it?

"Can we do not manage it now? What should we do?" The chief said nervously: "If we face those two extremely powerful opponents at the same time, how should we win? Leader Liu, do you want to join forces with Zhong Qinglei, two-on-two?"

"No need." Liu Zhengyang walked up and said, "I didn't expect that before I could crack their strange tricks, Zhong Qinglei would not change the result if he went up. I could just come alone."
Chapter completed!