Alchemy & Martial Supreme

"Unless you have the talent to become a divine beast, wouldn't Xuandan Pavilion focus on training?" Qin Ming asked doubtfully.

"Not bad!" Liang'er nodded.

"Then it doesn't mean that there are many divine beast-level alchemists in Xuandan Pavilion?" Qin Ming asked rhetorically.

"Yeah!" Liang Er nodded again, "otherwise how could Xuandan Pavilion be one of the most powerful forces in the Supreme World? It is precisely because it has the ability to cultivate powerful people in the realm of divine beasts."

"In the entire Supreme World, there are not many forces with this ability. The Forging Guild is one, the Xuandan Pavilion is one, and the Formation Guild. In the entire Supreme World, there are no more than 100 warriors who have the ability to cultivate powerful warriors in the Divine Beast Realm in large numbers. Both hands."

"Then where did they go?" Qin Ming wondered again.

Although Yin Hensong told him not to ask about this secret before, Qin Ming still couldn't help but think about where they went?

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Liang Er smiled lightly, "I am not obsessed with the realm of mythical beasts like Yin Hensong. I am very clear about my talent. It is impossible for me to break through to the realm of mythical beasts in this life."

"Forcing yourself to be harsh will only lead to a dead end."

"There are many more geniuses in the world who are more talented than me, and they are all trying desperately to break through to the realm of divine beasts. None of them can break through, let alone me."

Qin Ming could hear the helplessness in Liang'er's words. With Liang's genius level talent, how could he not want to break through to the realm of divine beasts.

But Liang'er knew very well that even if he tried his best and fought to the death, there was not much hope.

Yin Hensong was stronger than Liang Er in both martial arts and alchemy. Yin Hensong failed to break through. You can imagine how difficult it would be to break through.

It was a wise choice for Liang to give up.

No

To make this wise choice, Liang had to pay a lot.

Qin Ming could hear the reluctance in his words, and also the deep helplessness.

At this moment, Yin Hensong came out.

He didn't seem to be in a high mood, and his face was a little sad.

"After so many years, she hasn't found anyone again. She has been waiting for me." Yin Hensong murmured to himself, guilt overflowing from his words.

Qin Ming, who was on the side, gently patted Yin Hensong's shoulder.

He can understand Yin Hensong very well. The deeper Mengzhi's feelings for him, the deeper his guilt becomes.

If Yin Hensong was not injured, he might be able to go back to the past with Meng Zhi and make up for what he had owed over the years.

However, Yin Hensong was seriously injured and did not have long to live. If he returns to Mengzhi now, he will be even more hurt when life and death are separated in the future.

Qin Ming can understand Yin Hensong's helpless mood.

Qin Ming had never seen Yin Hensong like this before. In Qin Ming's heart, Yin Hensong had always been a highly respected elder who taught countless alchemists. The warriors in Haoyuan City respected him very much.

After Qin Ming came to Haoyuan City, he also received a lot of help from Yin Hensong.

All along, in Qin Ming's heart, Yin Hensong has always been a man who takes charge of his own affairs and can face it bravely no matter how difficult it is.

Even though Yin Hensong didn't have many days left to live, he had always been thinking about the Xuandan Pavilion in Haoyuan City. In order to keep the Xuandan Pavilion, he had tried every means to invite him to become a direct disciple.

As a dying man who devoted his remaining time to Xuandan Pavilion, it was natural for Yin Hensong to be respected by the warriors of Haoyuan City.

Yin Hensong was not even afraid of death, but he was only afraid of Mengzhi. "Unless you have the talent to become a divine beast, wouldn't Xuandan Pavilion focus on training?" Qin Ming asked doubtfully.

"Not bad!" Liang'er nodded.

"Then it doesn't mean that there are many divine beast-level alchemists in Xuandan Pavilion?" Qin Ming asked rhetorically.

"Yeah!" Liang Er nodded again, "otherwise, how could Xuandan Pavilion be one of the most powerful forces in the Supreme World? It is precisely because it has the ability to cultivate powerful people in the divine beast realm." .??.

"In the entire Supreme World, there are not many forces with this ability. The Forging Guild is one, the Xuandan Pavilion is one, and the Formation Guild. In the entire Supreme World, there are no more than 100 warriors who have the ability to cultivate powerful warriors in the Divine Beast Realm in large numbers. Both hands."

"Then where did they go?" Qin Ming wondered again.

Although Yin Hensong told him not to ask about this secret before, Qin Ming still couldn't help but think about where they went?

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Liang Er smiled lightly, "I am not obsessed with the realm of mythical beasts like Yin Hensong. I am very clear about my talent. It is impossible for me to break through to the realm of mythical beasts in this life."

"Forcing yourself to be harsh will only lead to a dead end."

"There are many more geniuses in the world who are more talented than me, and they are all trying desperately to break through to the realm of divine beasts. None of them can break through, let alone me."

Qin Ming could hear the helplessness in Liang'er's words. With Liang's genius level talent, how could he not want to break through to the realm of divine beasts.

But Liang'er knew very well that even if he tried his best and fought to the death, there was not much hope.

Yin Hensong was stronger than Liang Er in both martial arts and alchemy. Yin Hensong failed to break through. You can imagine how difficult it would be to break through.

It was a wise choice for Liang to give up.

No

To make this wise choice, Liang had to pay a lot.

Qin Ming could hear the reluctance in his words, and also the deep helplessness.

At this moment, Yin Hensong came out.

He didn't seem to be in a high mood, and his face was a little sad.

"After so many years, she hasn't found anyone again. She has been waiting for me." Yin Hensong murmured to himself, guilt overflowing from his words.

Qin Ming, who was on the side, gently patted Yin Hensong's shoulder.

He can understand Yin Hensong very well. The deeper Mengzhi's feelings for him, the deeper his guilt becomes.

If Yin Hensong was not injured, he might be able to go back to the past with Meng Zhi and make up for what he had owed over the years.

However, Yin Hensong was seriously injured and did not have long to live. If he returns to Mengzhi now, he will be even more hurt when life and death are separated in the future.

Qin Ming can understand Yin Hensong's helpless mood.

Qin Ming had never seen Yin Hensong like this before. In Qin Ming's heart, Yin Hensong had always been a highly respected elder who taught countless alchemists. The warriors in Haoyuan City respected him very much.

After Qin Ming came to Haoyuan City, he also received a lot of help from Yin Hensong.

All along, in Qin Ming's heart, Yin Hensong has always been a man who takes charge of his own affairs and can face it bravely no matter how difficult it is.

Even though Yin Hensong didn't have many days left to live, he had always been thinking about the Xuandan Pavilion in Haoyuan City. In order to keep the Xuandan Pavilion, he had tried every means to invite him to become a direct disciple.

As a dying man who devoted his remaining time to Xuandan Pavilion, it was natural for Yin Hensong to be respected by the warriors of Haoyuan City.

Yin Hensong was not even afraid of death, but he was only afraid of Mengzhi.