Alchemy & Martial Supreme

After entering the Supreme World, Qin Ming started to feel dizzy. He couldn't help but close his eyes.    

He only felt as if something was grabbing him towards the ground, and his body became heavier and heavier.    

When he opened his eyes, he saw himself falling to the ground at an extremely fast speed.    

He hurriedly flew to stop himself from falling, but he felt his body become much heavier. In the end, he was unable to completely stop himself and fell to the ground.    

Before he could figure out what this place was... When he heard these sounds, Qin Ming, who had just woken up, had a serious expression on his face.    

Qin Ming was very familiar with the sounds of battle.    

He had just arrived in the Supreme Being World, so he wasn't familiar with this place, so he didn't want to involve himself in any unprovoked disputes.    

Qin Ming wanted to avoid this place first, and after examining his position, his expression became even more unsightly.    

He unexpectedly fell right in the middle of the two groups of people's battle.    

"Big brother, a person suddenly fell from the sky. What should we do?" A bald, muscular man in black pointed at Qin Ming, who had suddenly fallen down, and asked the saber-wielding Martial Cultivator beside him.    

"Kill him!" The saber-wielding Martial Cultivator looked at Qin Ming and discovered that he was only at the early stage of the True Dragon Realm. Without any emotion, he said, "We don't know who he is, so we can't kill one more person. Right now, we have the absolute advantage, and we will not allow any accidents to happen!"    

"Yes, big Brother!" The bald Martial Cultivator looked at the black crystal mine beside him, licked his dry lips, and walked towards Qin Ming.    

Hearing the conversation between the two, Qin Ming had already stood up, and looked vigilantly at the bald Martial Cultivator walking over.    

Looking around from the corner of his eye, Qin Ming thought that it was not good.    

Two groups of people. One group was dressed in black and held all kinds of weapons in their hands. They were crazily attacking the other group of Martial Cultivator that was standing on the black rock.    

The two sides were clearly separated. It was obvious that the group of people standing on some black rocks were defending. Looking at their tattered clothes, most of them were injured. It was obvious that they had been at a disadvantage all this time, and had been defending for quite some time.    

Qin Ming was experienced. He could see the situation at the scene with just a glance.    

When this group of black-clothed Martial Cultivator wanted to kill him, Qin Ming's first reaction was not to join in. Instead, it was safer to escape.    

However, sensing the powerful strength of the other party and standing by the side, although he did not make a move, his mental energy firmly locked onto him.    

Qin Ming knew that it was impossible for him to escape.    

So now, there was only one way. Join the other side and fight against this group of people together.    

The enemy of the enemy was a friend. Qin Ming, who wanted to live, could only place his hopes on another group of people.    

The group of people standing on the black rock looked at Qin Ming, who had suddenly appeared, and felt a little confused.    

Where did this person come from? It seemed like he came from the sky.    

He clearly knew that there was a battle going on here, so he didn't choose to hide. Instead, he came to join in the fun.    

He said that he was bold and skilled, but his martial arts realm was only at the early stage of the True Dragon Realm.    

With this bit of strength, why would he want to join in?    

Could it be that he was tired of living?    

"Qing Yu, do you know that hothead?" An old man dressed in white desperately blocked the enemy's attack as he asked in puzzlement.    

"I don't know him. I thought he was from the Langyuan Tribe at the beginning. Looking at the movements of the Langyuan Tribe, it seems like they want to kill him." The Martial Cultivator called Qing Yu was a relatively young Martial Cultivator. He frowned and sized Qin Ming up and down.