Alchemy & Martial Supreme

They only had seven people on their side, and the Langyuan Tribe had thirteen Martial Cultivator. Obviously, they had the upper hand.    

If this continued, they could only give up the blackstone mine.    

The blackstone mine was something that their tribe had spent 130 years searching for. Many of their brothers had lost their lives because of this blackstone mine. They were unwilling to give it to the Langyuan Tribe for nothing.    

However, no matter how unwilling they were, knowing that they had no way of protecting the black stone mine, they could only give in.    

This unknown person seemed to be an enemy of the Langyuan Tribe. If he could be saved, then he could. If not, then forget it.    

Seeing that the baldy was getting closer and closer, and that he couldn't escape, Qin Ming could only choose to fight.    

He had just arrived in the Supreme World, yet he had already encountered a battle. What bad luck.    

Fortunately, the baldy in front of him was not strong, and was also at the early True Dragon Realm like him.    

What Qin Ming was most worried about was the black-clothed man with the saber who had just stood in front of the baldy's Martial Cultivator. Qin Ming could not see through his cultivation level.    

"I am just passing by. I have no intention of getting involved in your business. Please make way." Looking at the bald-headed Martial Cultivator that was gradually approaching, Qin Ming cupped his hands and said in a neither servile nor overbearing manner.    

"Inadvertently getting involved?" The bald-headed Martial Cultivator sneered. "Regardless of whether it is intentional or not, you will die when you see these stones!"    

Stones?    

Qin Ming looked at the other group of people standing on the stones. He did not feel that there was any difference between the black stones and the other stones.    

Could it be that their goal was to snatch these rocks?    

They didn't want the news to leak out, so they wanted to silence them.    

No matter what, there was one thing Qin Ming was certain of. This group of men in black had already decided not to let him go.    

Since the battle was unavoidable, Qin Ming chose to strike first to gain the upper hand. He raised his fist high, and the blood in his body boiled. He suddenly rushed towards the bald Martial Cultivator and punched his chest.    

Hit?    

So simple?    

He did not know about the information regarding the Supreme World, nor did he know how powerful the Martial Cultivator here was. This was the first time he had fought a True Dragon Realm expert, and Qin Ming had used all his strength the moment he attacked.    

He had used the Wind and Fire Dao, and its power was much greater than when he had yet to break through to the Supreme World.    

The power of the Wind and Fire Dao depended on the degree of comprehension of the Wind and Fire Dao, as well as the rate of their integration.    

The Wind and Fire Dao had only been integrated by 20% and had not made much progress. However, Qin Ming's Wind and Fire Dao had both reached the early stage of the True Dragon Realm. It was far from what the mid stage of the Dragon Realm could compare with.    

After enduring Qin Ming's full force attack, the bald Martial Cultivator's body was like a kite with a broken string. It spat out blood and flew 30 meters away before falling to the ground.    

"So strong!" The bald Martial Cultivator's eyes were wide open. He looked at Qin Ming in disbelief as the blood in his mouth kept flowing down.    

He stretched out his right hand, and wanted to get up from the ground. However, he crawled and crawled, and directly laid down on the ground.    

It turned out that there was a fist-sized hole in his chest, and the internal organs inside had fallen out.    

With a punch, the bald Martial Cultivator died.    

Hiss...    

All the Martial Cultivator present sucked in a breath of cold air. The way they looked at Qin Ming became completely different from before.    

Even the indifferent looking Martial Cultivator holding the saber had an extremely ugly expression on his face.    

He looked at the bald Martial Cultivator's corpse on the ground, then looked at Qin Ming. He touched the saber at his waist, and his expression became serious.