Alchemy & Martial Supreme

The spiritual energy in this secret realm is very abundant. Qin Ming speculated based on the layout of this secret realm that this may be a secret realm dedicated to planting spiritual plants.

"If I can get this secret realm, coupled with my ability to make alchemy, I believe that all the elixirs will be available in the future. Unfortunately, this secret realm will be closed in due time.

If we want to open it up again, we have to wait until two hundred years later. What a pity! "

Qin Ming drank tea and listened to the conversations of the disciples around him.

After a while, several other disciples also arrived.

"Brothers, I'm sorry, I'm late." The short-haired disciple came over last and couldn't help but apologize.

"It's not too late. We can just have some tea and have a rest. Since you're here, let's set off now!" Song Zhou stood up and said.

Everyone stood up and walked towards the place where the tasks were distributed.

If you want to go out to pick spiritual plants, you need to get permission from the sect, and you also need to accept tasks.

"What! We are not allowed to pick spiritual plants now, so we have to prepare for a battle?" Song Zhou looked at the steward blankly and said in surprise.

The black-clothed steward smiled and said, "You are a member of the sect. You are about to prepare to fight the Zhengqi Sect. Of course you have to contribute."

"But...I..." Song Zhou stammered.

Fighting is not as good as picking spiritual plants. Although the reward for killing people is higher, fighting is much more dangerous than gathering spiritual plants. If you are not careful, you will lose your life.

"The battle is about to begin. All missions have been closed now. Even the disciples who are working outside will be called back.

Even if I give you a mission now, it's meaningless. Why don't you have to be called back? "

The steward said again.

Several people returned to the inn helplessly and found that

The war was about to start, and the entire station was only allowed in and out, and even if you went out, you would be called back, so it was better to recharge your batteries in the inn with peace of mind.

The news has spread throughout the inn, and now the entire sect's disciples are discussing the upcoming battle. Some disciples are nervous, and some are excited.

"Song Qing, how many people do you think will die in this battle?" Song Zhou asked worriedly.

Qin Ming smiled and said, "I believe you can survive if you be smarter and don't rush blindly."

"Song Zhou, why are you just thinking about death? This battle is a good opportunity. The sect has contributed a lot. If you can kill a few more people, you may have enough resources to be promoted to a great martial artist."

The short-haired disciple slapped Song Zhou fiercely and said.

"Yes! This kind of battle is rarely encountered. If you miss it, it will be gone!" Other disciples also agreed.

Qin Ming shook his head secretly. These disciples were all cannon fodder. In a real battle, there was no telling how many would survive.

Now that I'm still thinking about my merits, I guess this kind of person will die first.

"Thum...thum!" Several thick bells rang, and the whole station was boiling.

"Let's go, hurry up and gather!" the short-haired disciple urged.

"Let's go!" Song Zhou said helplessly. Now that he was stationed, it was impossible to find a place to hide.

Even if you don’t want to fight, you have to go!

Qin Ming followed Song Zhou and others to a spacious square. Qin Ming glanced around and saw that the entire square was full of people.

There is a high platform in the middle, on which an old man with a white beard and several middle-aged people stand.

"Look, Elder Yan! This time, Elder Yan is personally in charge! It looks like we are really about to start a war with the Zhengqi Sect."

A disciple nearby looked at the old man on the stage and said in surprise. The spiritual energy in this secret realm is very abundant. Qin Ming speculated based on the layout of this secret realm that this may be a secret realm dedicated to planting spiritual plants.

"If I can get this secret realm, coupled with my ability to make alchemy, I believe that all the elixirs will be available in the future. Unfortunately, this secret realm will be closed in due time.

If we want to open it up again, we have to wait until two hundred years later. What a pity! "

Qin Ming drank tea and listened to the conversations of the disciples around him.

After a while, several other disciples also arrived.

"Brothers, I'm sorry, I'm late." The short-haired disciple came over last and couldn't help but apologize.

"It's not too late. We can just have some tea and have a rest. Since you're here, let's set off now!" Song Zhou stood up and said.

Everyone stood up and walked towards the place where the tasks were distributed.

If you want to go out to pick spiritual plants, you need to get permission from the sect, and you also need to accept tasks.

"What! We are not allowed to pick spiritual plants now, so we have to prepare for a battle?" Song Zhou looked at the steward blankly and said in surprise.

The black-clothed steward smiled and said, "You are a member of the sect. You are about to prepare to fight the Zhengqi Sect. Of course you have to contribute."

"But...I..." Song Zhou stammered.

Fighting is not as good as picking spiritual plants. Although the reward for killing people is higher, fighting is much more dangerous than gathering spiritual plants. If you are not careful, you will lose your life.

"The battle is about to begin. All missions have been closed now. Even the disciples who are working outside will be called back.

Even if I give you a mission now, it's meaningless. Why don't you have to be called back? "

The steward said again.

Several people returned to the inn helplessly and found that

The war was about to start, and the entire station was only allowed in and out, and even if you went out, you would be called back, so it was better to recharge your batteries in the inn with peace of mind.

The news has spread throughout the inn, and now the entire sect's disciples are discussing the upcoming battle. Some disciples are nervous, and some are excited.

"Song Qing, how many people do you think will die in this battle?" Song Zhou asked worriedly.

Qin Ming smiled and said, "I believe you can survive if you be smarter and don't rush blindly."

"Song Zhou, why are you just thinking about death? This battle is a good opportunity. The sect has contributed a lot. If you can kill a few more people, you may have enough resources to be promoted to a great martial artist."

The short-haired disciple slapped Song Zhou fiercely and said.

"Yes! This kind of battle is rarely encountered. If you miss it, it will be gone!" Other disciples also agreed.

Qin Ming shook his head secretly. These disciples were all cannon fodder. In a real battle, there was no telling how many would survive.

Now that I'm still thinking about my merits, I guess this kind of person will die first.

"Thum...thum!" Several thick bells rang, and the whole station was boiling.

"Let's go, hurry up and gather!" the short-haired disciple urged.

"Let's go!" Song Zhou said helplessly. Now that he was stationed, it was impossible to find a place to hide.

Even if you don’t want to fight, you have to go!

Qin Ming followed Song Zhou and others to a spacious square. Qin Ming glanced around and saw that the entire square was full of people.

There is a high platform in the middle, on which an old man with a white beard and several middle-aged people stand.

"Look, Elder Yan! This time, Elder Yan is personally in charge! It looks like we are really about to start a war with the Zhengqi Sect."

A disciple nearby looked at the old man on the stage and said in surprise.