Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Since Tao was of no use to him now, Qin Ming put it aside and began to concentrate on practicing.

Seeing Qin Ming closing his eyes, he seemed to have entered a state of cultivation.

Several snake-level warriors who truly nurtured the small world raised their heads and looked at Qin Ming's gloves.

The gloves were obviously real objects, but just now they were like flames.

How Qin Ming allowed the freedom to switch between flames and real objects.

What kind of treasure is this?

Why have they lived so long without even hearing about this treasure, let alone seeing it?

Is Qin Ming a warrior in the small world, or are they warriors in the small world?

Why do I feel that Qin Ming's knowledge is much better than theirs?

…

Lancheng Fengjia, underwater.

Mi You, the head of the Feng family, has almost completed the crucial nirvana, and his body is radiating bright fire.

"Okay, okay." Mi Fufeng was overjoyed to see that everything went well for Mi You.

It is really difficult for a holy blood warrior to break through the Jiao level and reach the Dragon level.

When he successfully reached the Dragon Realm, luck played a major role.

He was not sure whether the family members could successfully break through to the dragon level.

Now Mi You will succeed, and the Feng family will have no worries.

Mi You is a young holy blood warrior. Once he breaks through the dragon level and practices for a while, no one in the entire Tianlong world will be able to defeat him.

At that time, the Poison Demon can be driven out from the Tianlong World again.

But the Feng family can be protected from worries for a thousand years, and he can die with peace of mind.

"As long as you successfully reach the dragon level, the Poison Demon is nothing." Mi Fufeng stared at Mi You closely and muttered something.

"It's a pity that he has no chance." At this moment, a voice suddenly appeared in the room.

"Who?" Mi Fufeng's expression changed when he heard the voice.

After a change, he looked around and saw no one.

Suddenly a black light flashed and flew towards Mi You in the pool.

Although Mi Fufeng was observing his surroundings, most of his thoughts were focused on Mi You.

Seeing someone sneaking up on him, Mi Fufeng dodged and appeared in front of Mi You.

The long sword at the waist was drawn out at some point and struck the black light.

Sizzling...

Falling on the long sword, an unpleasant sound echoed in the room.

"Poison demon."

Smelling the unpleasant stench in the air and seeing the black corrosive liquid on the sword, Mi Fuleng's sword shook slightly, and the venom escaped from the sword.

He observed the surroundings attentively, his face full of contempt: "Poison Demon, thousands of years have passed, and your methods have still not improved at all."

"Just do things that are not worthy of publicity."

"The means are no longer high or low, just easy to use." The unpleasant voice sounded again.

Mi Fufeng concentrated on finding the source of the sound, and said tentatively, "The Poison Demon is nothing more than that."

"They will only use these dirty tricks."

"Thousands of years ago, I could kill you until you were running away with your head covered, and it's the same now."

"Just wash your necks and try my sword's strength!"

"Haha..." A duck-like laughter floated throughout the room, making people confused. "Thousands of years ago, I admitted that I was no match for you."

"But now, your body is completely old. I wonder how many percent of your peak strength you can still exert?"

"I wonder how many more days you can live?"

"I found you." Mi Fufeng didn't care when he heard the other party mocking him for being old.

He has been looking for the other party's location, and now he finally found it.

Although the other party hid it very well, this place was carefully built by him. How could it be so easy to hide? Since Tao was of no use to him now, Qin Ming put it aside and began to concentrate on practicing.

Seeing Qin Ming closing his eyes, he seemed to have entered a state of cultivation.

Several snake-level warriors who truly nurtured the small world raised their heads and looked at Qin Ming's gloves.

The gloves were obviously real objects, but just now they were like flames.

How Qin Ming allowed the freedom to switch between flames and real objects.

What kind of treasure is this?

Why have they lived so long without even hearing about this treasure, let alone seeing it?

Is Qin Ming a warrior in the small world, or are they warriors in the small world?

Why do I feel that Qin Ming's knowledge is much better than theirs.

…

Lancheng Fengjia, underwater.

Mi You, the head of the Feng family, has almost completed the crucial nirvana, and his body is radiating bright fire.

"Okay, okay." Mi Fufeng was overjoyed to see that everything went well for Mi You.

It is really difficult for a holy blood warrior to break through the Jiao level and reach the Dragon level.

When he successfully reached the Dragon Realm, luck played a major role.

He was not sure whether the family members could successfully break through to the dragon level.

Now Mi You will succeed, and the Feng family will have no worries.

Mi You is a young holy blood warrior. Once he breaks through the dragon level and practices for a while, no one in the entire Tianlong world will be able to defeat him.

At that time, the Poison Demon can be driven out from the Tianlong World again.

But the Feng family can be protected from worries for a thousand years, and he can die with peace of mind.

"As long as you successfully reach the dragon level, the Poison Demon is nothing." Mi Fufeng stared at Mi You closely and muttered something.

"It's a pity that he has no chance." At this moment, a voice suddenly appeared in the room.

"Who?" Mi Fufeng's expression changed when he heard the voice.

After a change, he looked around and saw no one.

Suddenly a black light flashed and flew towards Mi You in the pool.

Although Mi Fufeng was observing his surroundings, most of his thoughts were focused on Mi You.

Seeing someone sneaking up on him, Mi Fufeng dodged and appeared in front of Mi You.

The long sword at the waist was drawn out at some point and struck the black light.

Sizzling...

Falling on the long sword, an unpleasant sound echoed in the room.

"Poison demon."

Smelling the unpleasant stench in the air and seeing the black corrosive liquid on the sword, Mi Fuleng's sword shook slightly, and the venom escaped from the sword.

He observed the surroundings attentively, his face full of contempt: "Poison Demon, thousands of years have passed, and your methods have still not improved at all."

"Just do things that are not worthy of publicity."

"The means are no longer high or low, just easy to use." The unpleasant voice sounded again.

Mi Fufeng concentrated on finding the source of the sound, and said tentatively, "The Poison Demon is nothing more than that."

"They will only use these dirty tricks."

"Thousands of years ago, I could kill you until you were running away with your head covered, and it's the same now."

"Just wash your necks and try my sword's strength!"

"Haha..." A duck-like laughter floated throughout the room, making people confused. "Thousands of years ago, I admitted that I was no match for you."

"But now, your body is completely old. I wonder how many percent of your peak strength you can still exert?"

"I wonder how many more days you can live?"

"I found you." Mi Fufeng didn't care when he heard the other party mocking him for being old.

He has been looking for the other party's location, and now he finally found it.

Although the other party hid it very well, this place was carefully built by him. How could it be so easy to hide?