Dad! Love My Daughter To Death

"There is another monk who wants to **** our god, you monks are really annoying!"

"Every few days it will make us sleepless, can't you let us rest for a few days?"

"I will roast you tonight, let you know what will happen to the **** who wants to rob us!"

...

Zhong Qinglei heard a chill, and before he was roasted, the scene of himself being roasted appeared in his mind.

What a joke, he would rather fight to pieces than allow himself to end up in such a tragic end.

Taking into account the fighting style of the savages, Zhong Qinglei did not dare to talk nonsense, and immediately took the lead.

He kicked the torches around him, causing the torches to fly towards the wildlings like arrows from the strings, and at the same time making the environment around him even darker. When the torches around him disappeared, he was shrouded in demonic energy as if he had merged into the darkness.

Moreover, quite a few savages have already turned sideways to avoid being hit by the torches.

Their encirclement also has a gap as a result.

"Sure enough, it's just a group of savages, and they don't have enough fighting qualities." Zhong Qinglei sneered, and immediately ran out under the cover of the night, taking the opportunity to escape.

boom!

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

The ensuing fist wind made Zhong Qinglei's cheek hurt.

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

After the improvement of the magic congealing pill, his strength is even better than in the Lake of Despair.

But this tall savage can actually make his cheeks hurt with his fist style.

What a terrible power is this?

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

Zhong Qinglei cried bitterly: "Damn it, is this guy so powerful? How did Liu Zhengyang fight him during the day? Could it be that fellow cultivators of the Immortal Demon really improved Liu Zhengyang's strength so much?"

Zhong Qinglei suddenly felt a little envious.

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

Originally sprinting at full speed, he faced the sudden punch, since he couldn't dodge it, he could only grit his teeth, and at the same time condensed the monstrous demonic energy on his right fist, and then faced it fiercely.

"I don't believe that the gap between me and Liu Zhengyang has been widened so much!" Zhong Qinglei roared in his heart in disbelief.

Click!

Although Zhong Qinglei's demonic energy was condensed as if it were substantial, in front of the fierce fist of the savage, it was like a fragile piece of porcelain, which immediately made a crisp cracking sound, and was then beaten to pieces. Moreover, the savage's fist still fell on Zhong Qinglei's fist.

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

Just like Qi Tianfang, he was injured just by punching the opponent!

Zhong Qinglei hurriedly stepped back, holding the wrist of his right hand and thinking: "Sure enough, he is not as bad as Qi Tianfang, but it's not too bad, what should I do?"

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

The tall savage who injured Zhong Qinglei stepped forward and said, "If you can't beat us, surrender."

"Surrender? Will you let me go if you surrender?" Zhong Qinglei asked.