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boom!

Sect Master Panmen's heavy right fist hit Zhong Qinglei's stomach from top to bottom, like a meteorite.

While knocking Zhong Qinglei to the ground, a terrifying force also penetrated Zhong Qinglei's body, shaking the rocks and soil under Zhong Qinglei into the air, as if something exploded under the ground. Sand even obscures their vision.

And Zhong Qinglei, who was hit hard, even screamed in pain.

He opened his mouth and spat out a large pool of gastric juices.

The Sect Master Panmen was so frightened that he hurriedly avoided, and at the same time complained: "Why do you still have such an attack method?"

After the Sect Master of Panmen retreated, Zhong Qinglei also hurriedly kicked a carp and jumped up.

He spat out the gastric juices in his mouth, wiped off the stains on the corners of his mouth, and said angrily: "Damn it, how long has it been since I suffered such an attack? Even during the five days of hard work with Liu Zhengyang, I wouldn't have been beaten up. So tragic, so painful."

"Are you all right?" Panmen's sect master was stunned for a moment, and said in astonishment, "I was punched so hard in the stomach that you can stand up as if nothing had happened. Are you a monster?"

"I already said that my physical strength is on the same level as the Southern District Head!" Zhong Qinglei said angrily.

He gritted his teeth and attacked the Sect Master Panmen again.

The Sect Master of Panmen easily blocked all Zhong Qinglei's attacks, but his expression became more solemn, and he said solemnly: "Really? This is the physical strength of the Southern District Chief? Since the poisoning, I haven't played against him for a long time. I think he has grown so fast."

The master of Panmen and Zhong Qinglei started the most basic fistfight.

This way of fighting quickly made Panmen Sect Master feel how powerful Zhong Qinglei's body was.

Even with Zhong Qinglei's relatively weak strength, it is enough to give the Panmen Sect Master a headache and cannot easily win. If the Southern District Chief, who has the same powerful body, uses his stronger strength to fight, how much should he give the Panmen Sect Master? pressure?

The Sect Master of Panmen was thinking with a headache when Zhong Qinglei punched him again.

The Sect Master Panmen was about to dodge, but suddenly felt a pain in his heart, as if he had been stabbed by a needle.

He froze all over, his movements slowed down, and he was directly hit by Zhong Qinglei.

After being hit, he lost his balance instantly, streaked across a parabola like a cannonball, and flew towards Liu Zhengyang.

"Not good!" Xiao Qian, Zhang Tuo, and even Zhong Qinglei and Panmen Sect Master who were watching the battle were all shocked.

Liu Zhengyang's medicinal pill has not yet been successfully refined.

If this disturbs Liu Zhengyang, what should I do?

But they couldn't stop it either.

It was impossible for Zhong Qinglei to make it in time, and the Sect Master of Panmen could no longer move freely. Although Xiao Qian and Zhang Tuo had time, they did not have enough ability to stop them.

This time Liu Zhengyang's alchemy was about to fall short.

"You can learn from each other, is it really okay to disturb me?" Liu Zhengyang said dissatisfiedly.

At the same time, he took Panmen Sect Master with one palm, and then took Pan Men Sect Master to draw a circle in the air to dissolve the power.

The door owner of Panmen also landed steadily.

Of course, although a pot of medicinal herbs was rescued, the physical condition of the Panmen Sect Master did not improve.

He was still lying on the ground, unable to get up, and was pale, clutching his heart in agony.

Xiao Qian was shocked and asked nervously, "Father, what's wrong with you? Alliance Lord Liu, please save him!"