Alchemy & Martial Supreme

During the Great Xia Dynasty, Qianyang City, early in the morning, the vendors in the city set up stalls and started shouting.

There are a few residents, carrying baskets, wandering in groups.

Among them, there was a middle-aged man wearing a black gown with a scar on his head. He was holding a big knife and had a pair of ferocious eyes, looking around with malice in his eyes.

The residents around him distanced themselves from him one after another, and some warriors even looked at him from a distance, talking and pointing.

He looked fiercely at the warriors. Suddenly, the warriors who had been discussing just now lowered their heads, not daring to look at him, let alone give advice.

The vendor next to the middle-aged man seemed a little bored and whispered to the short-haired vendor next to him.

"Hey, business is getting harder and harder now. I heard that Wu Zun from the Qian Dynasty has lurked in our dynasty and is killing people. The residents are hiding in their homes and don't dare to come out."

The short-haired vendor next to him shook his head, sighed helplessly, and replied, "Isn't it true? If I really couldn't survive, I would definitely not go out to do business."

"What's the use of hiding at home? If Martial Lord comes to attack, unless Martial Lord can resist, ordinary warriors like us will die wherever we hide."

"You are right. Hiding at home can only comfort yourself and is of no use. Now I just hope that our Martial Lord of the Great Xia Dynasty can fight back hard."

The short-haired vendor next to him, perhaps feeling a little uneasy, asked in a low voice, "Do you think the Martial Lord of the Qian Dynasty will attack our Qianyang City?"

"Yes." A wild laugh suddenly came, and the middle-aged man in a black gown suddenly changed his aura.

Fang, loudly said, "I have decided, Qianyang City is my goal this time, you all just wait to die. Haha..."

There was a sudden silence on the street. Everyone looked at the middle-aged man in front of them, their faces full of fear. They were all bent over by his aura, struggling painfully, trying to escape.

There were even weaker residents who fell directly to the ground, their breathing getting weaker and weaker.

Wu Zun's aura is so oppressive that ordinary people simply cannot bear it.

The two vendors next to the middle-aged man were closest to the middle-aged man and felt the strongest sense of oppression.

They knelt down directly, their faces twisted, and their blood vessels seemed to burst.

Seeing everyone's embarrassment, the middle-aged Martial Lord felt a perverted pleasure. He laughed crazily, "Let them all die!"

After saying that, the power of heaven and earth gathered around him, and an even more terrifying aura came from him.

"You are the one who is going to die." A voice suddenly came from the horizon, and in a moment, a figure appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone felt that the pressure on their bodies suddenly disappeared. They all looked at the figure who had just appeared in surprise and ran outside quickly.

"Qin Ming?" The middle-aged man was shocked and recognized the man in front of him. He was shocked and said in disbelief, "Qin Ming, how did you find this place? How did you know that I would attack this city? I Is this one chosen at random and I don’t even know about it?”

The middle-aged man was full of doubts and asked several questions at once.

"None of these are important. What is important is that you must die today to forgive the warriors you killed." Seeing the residents on the ground who had been crushed to death by the middle-aged man's momentum, Qin Ming looked ugly and said in a cold tone. During the Great Xia Dynasty, Qianyang City, early in the morning, the vendors in the city set up stalls and started shouting.

There are a few residents, carrying baskets, wandering in groups.

Among them, there was a middle-aged man wearing a black gown with a scar on his head. He was holding a big knife and had a pair of ferocious eyes, looking around with malice in his eyes.

The residents around him distanced themselves from him one after another, and some warriors even looked at him from a distance, talking and pointing.

He looked fiercely at the warriors. Suddenly, the warriors who had been discussing just now lowered their heads quickly, not daring to look at him, let alone give advice.

The vendor next to the middle-aged man seemed a little bored and whispered to the short-haired vendor next to him.

"Hey, business is getting harder and harder now. I heard that Wu Zun from the Qian Dynasty has lurked in our dynasty and is killing people. The residents are hiding in their homes and don't dare to come out."

The short-haired vendor next to him shook his head, sighed helplessly, and replied, "Isn't that true? If I really couldn't survive, I would definitely not go out to do business." .??.??

"What's the use of hiding at home? If Martial Lord comes to attack, unless Martial Lord can resist, ordinary warriors like us will die wherever we hide."

"You are right. Hiding at home can only comfort yourself and is of no use. Now I just hope that our Martial Lord of the Great Xia Dynasty can fight back hard."

The short-haired vendor next to him, perhaps feeling a little uneasy, asked in a low voice, "Do you think the Martial Lord of the Qian Dynasty will attack our Qianyang City?"

"Yes." A wild laugh suddenly came, and the middle-aged man in a black gown suddenly changed his aura.

Fang, loudly said, "I have decided, Qianyang City is my goal this time, you all just wait to die. Haha..."

There was a sudden silence on the street. Everyone looked at the middle-aged man in front of them, their faces full of fear. They were all bent over by his aura, struggling painfully, trying to escape.

There were even weaker residents who fell directly to the ground, their breathing getting weaker and weaker.

Wu Zun's aura is so oppressive that ordinary people simply cannot bear it.

The two vendors next to the middle-aged man were closest to the middle-aged man and felt the strongest sense of oppression.

They knelt down directly, their faces twisted, and their blood vessels seemed to burst.

Seeing everyone's embarrassment, the middle-aged Martial Lord felt a perverted pleasure. He laughed crazily, "Let them all die!"

After saying that, the power of heaven and earth gathered around him, and an even more terrifying aura came from him.

"You are the one who is going to die." A voice suddenly came from the horizon, and in a moment, a figure appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone felt that the pressure on their bodies suddenly disappeared. They all looked at the figure who had just appeared in surprise and ran outside quickly.

"Qin Ming?" The middle-aged man was shocked and recognized the man in front of him. He was shocked and said in disbelief, "Qin Ming, how did you find this place? How did you know that I would attack this city? I Is this one chosen at random, even I don’t know?”

The middle-aged man was full of doubts and asked several questions at once.

"None of these are important. What is important is that you must die today to forgive the warriors you killed." Seeing the residents on the ground who had been crushed to death by the middle-aged man's momentum, Qin Ming looked ugly and said in a cold tone.