Alchemy & Martial Supreme

And by joining those powers and working for them, one would be able to get a stable salary. This was the best way out.    

Although most of the Martial Cultivator were envious of Qin Ming, they weren't jealous of him.    

They all knew that the reason Qin Ming was able to achieve what he had today was all because of his own efforts.    

Perhaps he had obtained some great opportunities before, but opportunities were often accompanied by danger. He had risked his life to obtain this strength, and was worthy of the respect of the Martial Cultivator.    

Unlike those aristocratic families' disciples, their strength came from the forces behind them.    

Many ordinary Martial Cultivator that had experienced life and death disdained those aristocratic families' disciples. They did not sacrifice themselves and relied on the forces behind them to feed themselves. They were just parasites.    

They were far from being able to compare with the resources they had obtained by relying on themselves. They were even more prideful.    

It was just that the strength of the descendants of aristocratic families was often much stronger than ordinary Martial Cultivator. After experiencing life and death, their resources were insufficient, and their martial strength was still not comparable to the descendants of aristocratic families. This was the reality.    

Many people felt relieved when one of them appeared. He had relied on his own hard work to surpass an ordinary Martial Cultivator from an aristocratic family. They hoped that Qin Ming would be able to walk further.    

Along with the cheers, Qin Ming stepped onto the arena. His eyes were calm as he looked down, waiting for the challenger to come up.    

He wasn't proud of the cheers of these Martial Cultivator, nor was he proud of the fact that he had won the life-and-death battle with Yuan Long. He wasn't proud of the fact that most ordinary Martial Cultivator had won the bet.    

Qin Ming's goal was very simple. He wanted to increase his strength and reach the Saint Beast realm.    

In Qin Ming's heart, he was on equal footing with those high and mighty Saint Beast realm experts. He didn't think they were superior.    

Seeing Qin Ming being supported by everyone, worshiped, and humiliated by everyone, pei Lezhi's eyes were filled with jealousy.    

He didn't understand why Qin Ming was supported by so many people just because he defeated Yuan Long, a young master of an aristocratic family.    

He had experienced life and death, and his body was covered in wounds, but the Martial Cultivator ignored him.    

Qin Ming was clearly just a shameless person who wanted to attract attention. He had to let the Martial Cultivator see Qin Ming's true face.    

"Humph..." Seeing Qin Ming being cheered and showing his true face, pei Lezhi was very dissatisfied. Pretending, this was all an act.    

He was too good at pretending. If it was him who had such prestige, he would probably burst into laughter.    

The reason why Qin Ming was able to remain expressionless and not show his emotions, pei Lezhi felt that it was because he was very shrewd.    

He had seen a lot of very shrewd Martial Cultivator. Their actions were watertight, and they would never expose anyone who lied to them.    

Qin Ming was definitely such a shameless person.    

However, it was useless no matter how much he pretended. There was no way to disguise his strength.    

The aura on Qin Ming's body was clearly only at the Mid True Dragon Realm.    

What right did a middle-stage True Dragon Realm have to obtain the recognition of so many Martial Cultivator?    

Pei Lezhi raised his head and puffed out his chest, preparing to welcome the cheers of the Martial Cultivator. He walked onto the arena where Qin Ming stood.    

Seeing Pei Lezhi walk up the arena valiantly and valiantly, the Martial Cultivator were instantly stunned, and then they roared with laughter.    

"Haha... Pei Lezhi actually really has the courage to let Qin Ming fight. How did he live until now with such an idiot?"    

"Sigh... some Martial Cultivator are born with a screw loose in their brains. I know Pei Lezhi. He is proud of the wounds on his body. He likes to show the scars on his body when he sees others. If he wants to gain the recognition of others, most of the Martial Cultivator would not want to be meddlesome, so they would just follow his lead."