Alchemy & Martial Supreme

The old man's temples bulged high, and his whole body was filled with spiritual energy. He was running hard, and his white gown was flying in the air with an amazing momentum.

"Martial Master Realm!"

Someone in the Qin family crowd exclaimed.

"Da lose me!" Zhao Kuo, who was still being slapped by Qin Ming, shouted loudly.

Qin Ming watched the old man coming and kicked Zhao Kuo out towards the old man.

The old man quickly caught Zhao Kuo who was flying towards him, looked at Qin Ming sternly, and grinned.

"Junior, didn't I tell you to stop?"

"You are a disrespectful person. Who do you think you are? If you tell me to stop, I will stop. Do you think you are my grandson?"

Qin Ming said disdainfully.

The old man handed Zhao Kuo to the servant of the Zhao family next to him. His spiritual energy stirred up in his body and he said coldly...??.

"You sharp-tongued boy, I want to see if your methods are as powerful as your mouth."

The old man was sent by the head of the Zhao family to secretly protect Zhao Kuo, and his identity was Zhao Kuo's uncle.

Just now, he was just standing a little far away. He didn't expect that someone from the Qin family would really dare to take action. If he was not careful, Zhao Kuo would be beaten into a pig's head. After he returned, he still didn't know how the master would punish him. Thinking of this, Qin Ming The hatred is even greater.

The old man flashed in the air, and he was already in front of Qin Ming. He put a palm print on Qin Ming's chest. The palm of his hand caused the sound of wind, which could be heard by everyone in the Qin family from a distance.

"Snapped!"

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Qin Ming. The figure was tall and wearing a brown gown. The corners of the gown were dancing in the wind. The spiritual energy on his body fluctuated violently, causing the Zhao family to take two steps back.

"Father!" Qin Qing shouted loudly.

"Clan leader." The Qin family crowd also saluted respectfully.

The man standing in front of Qin Ming is the Qin family

Long, the peak state of a martial artist.

The figure waved his hand, without looking back, staring at the old man in front of him, and said calmly

"What? Are the elders of the Zhao family getting better and better? They actually bully the juniors and are not afraid of making people laugh."

Qin Ming stood behind his father, saying nothing, but quietly looking at the tall figure in front of him.

He had long known that his father was hiding aside, watching the farce in front of him.

Even if his father didn't take action, he could easily defeat the elders of the Zhao family, but he didn't want to expose his strength yet and deliberately let his father take action.

"Okay, okay!"

The old man said "good" three times, and then said fiercely, "It seems that the Qin family doesn't want to hang out in Liucheng anymore, and they dare to hit the eldest young master of the Zhao family, let's go!"

After saying that, the old man led the group of people and disappeared in front of everyone. Now he couldn't defeat the head of the Qin family at all. It was better for a hero to leave first if he didn't suffer the immediate loss.

"Qin Ming, come to the study with me."

After the Zhao family left, the head of the Qin family said seriously.

"Yes!" After Qin Ming said this, he followed his father into Qin's house.

Sister Qin Qing looked at her brother worriedly. She knew that Qin Ming got into trouble for her this time.

He wanted to plead for his brother, but was a little afraid of his harsh father, so he couldn't help but stand there hesitantly.

The Qin family, the master’s study room.

The head of the Qin family, Qin Yuan looked at Qin Ming, who seemed a little different from before. He was a little surprised, but more of a joy. However, Qin Yuan still showed the dignity of his father and said calmly with a straight face.

"Qin Ming, do you know how much trouble you have caused today?"

In the past, Qin Ming was most afraid of going to the study room to give lectures, and he would always be submissive. But now he is neither humble nor arrogant, standing there confidently, with eyes like abyss and a ditch in his chest. The old man's temples bulged high, and his whole body was filled with spiritual energy. He was running hard, and his white gown was flying in the air with an amazing momentum.

"Martial Master Realm!"

Someone in the Qin family crowd exclaimed.

"Da lose me!" Zhao Kuo, who was still being slapped by Qin Ming, shouted loudly.

Qin Ming watched the old man coming and kicked Zhao Kuo out towards the old man.

The old man quickly caught Zhao Kuo who was flying towards him, looked at Qin Ming sternly, and grinned.

"Junior, didn't I tell you to stop?"

"You are a disrespectful person. Who do you think you are? If you tell me to stop, I will stop. Do you think you are my grandson?"

Qin Ming said disdainfully.

The old man handed Zhao Kuo to the servant of the Zhao family next to him. His spiritual energy stirred up in his body and he said coldly:

"Sharp-tongued boy, I want to see if your methods are as powerful as your mouth."

The old man was sent by the head of the Zhao family to secretly protect Zhao Kuo, and his identity was Zhao Kuo's uncle.

Just now, he was just standing a little far away. He didn't expect that someone from the Qin family would really dare to take action. If he was not careful, Zhao Kuo would be beaten into a pig's head. After he returned, he still didn't know how the master would punish him. Thinking of this, Qin Ming The hatred is even greater.

The old man flashed in the air, and he was already in front of Qin Ming. He put a palm print on Qin Ming's chest. The palm of his hand caused the sound of wind, which could be heard by everyone in the Qin family from a distance.

"Snapped!"

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Qin Ming. The figure was tall and wearing a brown gown. The corners of the gown were dancing in the wind. The spiritual energy on his body fluctuated violently, causing the Zhao family to take two steps back.

"Father!" Qin Qing shouted loudly.

"Clan leader." The Qin family crowd also saluted respectfully.

The man standing in front of Qin Ming is the Qin family

Long, the peak state of a martial artist.

The figure waved his hand, without looking back, staring at the old man in front of him, and said calmly

"What? Are the elders of the Zhao family getting better and better? They actually bully the juniors and are not afraid of making people laugh."

Qin Ming stood behind his father, saying nothing, but quietly looking at the tall figure in front of him.

He had long known that his father was hiding aside, watching the farce in front of him.

Even if his father didn't take action, he could easily defeat the elders of the Zhao family, but he didn't want to expose his strength yet and deliberately let his father take action.

"Okay, okay!"

The old man said "good" three times, and then said fiercely, "It seems that the Qin family doesn't want to hang out in Liucheng anymore, and they dare to hit the eldest young master of the Zhao family, let's go!"

After saying that, the old man led the group of people and disappeared in front of everyone. Now he couldn't defeat the head of the Qin family at all. It was better for a hero to leave first if he didn't suffer the immediate loss.

"Qin Ming, come to the study with me."

After the Zhao family left, the head of the Qin family said seriously.

"Yes!" After Qin Ming said this, he followed his father into Qin's house.

Sister Qin Qing looked at her brother worriedly. She knew that Qin Ming got into trouble for her this time.

He wanted to plead for his brother, but was a little afraid of his harsh father, so he couldn't help but stand there hesitantly.

The Qin family, the master’s study room.

The head of the Qin family, Qin Yuan looked at Qin Ming, who seemed a little different from before. He was a little surprised, but more of a joy. However, Qin Yuan still showed the dignity of his father and said calmly with a straight face.

"Qin Ming, do you know how much trouble you have caused today?"

In the past, Qin Ming was most afraid of going to the study room to give lectures, and he would always be submissive. But now he is neither humble nor arrogant, standing there confidently, with eyes like abyss and a ditch in his chest.