Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Since Feng Runan was safe and sound, he was willing to go out and talk.    

Whether it was Qin Ming or the Martial Cultivator that led them in, none of them were willing to stay here any longer.    

Only Feng Xue and Feng Yan were assured that they would not be at a disadvantage and did not take this dirty environment to heart at all.    

However, they also knew that this was not the place to talk. If they wanted to save Feng Runan, they had to think about it carefully.    

Although they felt sorry for Feng Ru Nan, they still walked out of the cell under the lead of the Martial Cultivator.    

After coming out, the Martial Cultivator brought them to an expensive private room on the third floor.    

"Bring the menu over." Qin Ming sat down and said lightly to the Martial Cultivator.    

He wanted to see how expensive it was here.    

The price list behind the counter clearly did not include all the prices.    

On the wall behind the counter, although the prices were high, it was not to the extent that a Martial Cultivator would spend a huge sum of money on two eighth-grade black stones in a short period of time.    

Hearing this, the Martial Cultivator took out an exquisite menu from the corner of the room and respectfully handed it to Qin Ming with both hands.    

At the same time, a gorgeously dressed woman walked in. Her martial arts realm had shockingly reached the True Dragon Realm. She respectfully poured tea for Qin Ming and the other two as she said some flattering words.    

These women's bodies were very soft, and there was a light fragrance on their bodies that was extremely pleasant to smell.    

"This tea is free. The price of the private room is one piece of fifth-grade black stone per two hours." The Martial Cultivator faintly introduced.    

At this time, the beautiful woman leading the way opened her red lips and said in a crisp voice, "Young Master looks like a talented person. One look and you can tell that he has a deep background. Does he look like someone who lacks black stones?"    

"You are introducing Young Master in such a way. It seems like you are saying that Young Master can't afford it. You are belittling Young Master at this time."    

When the lady spoke, she was very close to Qin Ming, causing him to feel itchy in his ears.    

"This lowly one is wrong. I apologize to Young Master." The Martial Cultivator lowered its head and tried to please him.    

"I will pay for the room, get lost!" Qin Ming wasn't mesmerized by the girl. He immediately told the girls to get lost.    

It was obvious that the two of them didn't have good intentions. They were trying to provoke him.    

If he was a young man who wasn't familiar with the world, he wouldn't be able to stand this provocation. He would try his best to prove himself.    

Once he wanted to prove himself, then he would not hesitate to spend money here, and then walk step by step into the trap they carefully prepared.    

Ever since he entered the Spring Pavilion, the Spring Pavilion had been charming him in every aspect. If the Martial Cultivator that did not have a strong will entered this place, the black stones in the Dimensional Ring would definitely be dug out.    

Not only that, it would also make him owe a huge sum of money.    

This might be the reason why Feng Runan owed the black stones.    

Hearing Qin Ming's words, the girl's expression changed. The young man in front of her... He looked young, but she didn't expect him to be so difficult to deal with. Just as she was about to try another method, she heard Qin Ming say again, "Don't be an eyesore here. Get out!"    

Hearing this, the woman's expression changed. This was the first time a man had been so rude to her.    

All the men who saw her pitiful face couldn't help but want to protect her. They held her in their hands and took good care of her. It was rare for them to ignore her, and no one had ever scolded her in such a way.    

The girl didn't get angry. Instead, she showed a pitiful expression and respectfully bowed to Qin Ming before slowly retreating.