Alchemy & Martial Supreme

As long as it could break through the Universe Formation and defend against the sneak attacks of the Martial Cultivators, it would be fine.    

Leng Qian Dong was not worried about the Martial Cultivators attacking in large numbers. He would kill as many as they came.    

There were countless Poison Demon Puppets here. They would charge forward fearlessly.    

There were also elite Poison Demons guarding at the side. If any human Martial Cultivator dared to come out, he would directly crush them with his army.    

Building the Spirit White Tiger Formation here was an open conspiracy. Qin Ming had no way to deal with the Spirit White Tiger Formation at all.    

"There's no solution?" Qin Ming sneered and said in contempt, "You are too shallow. There is nothing in this world that is impossible to solve."    

"Moreover, it's just a small Spirit White Tiger Formation. Since I know this formation, I naturally have a way to deal with it."    

"If you place all your hopes on the Spirit White Tiger Formation, then I will be disappointed. You only have this little ability. You are looking down on me."    

Qin Ming spoke casually as if he really didn't care about the Spirit White Tiger Formation.    

Hearing Qin Ming's words, the morale of the human Martial Cultivators around him soared. They had been worried about the formation that the Poison Demons had set up.    

After all, the Poison Demon Clan had set up a Heaven and Earth Sacrificial Formation before. Its power was too terrifying.    

This time, they had sent so many Poison Demons to set up the formation. This formation in front of them was definitely not ordinary.    

Therefore, everyone was worried that once the formation was successfully set up, they would be defeated by the Poison Demons.    

Especially since they could only defend and not attack, every Martial Cultivator was very anxious.    

And now, Qin Ming's confident words gave them confidence.    

It seemed that anything that came in front of Qin Ming was not a big deal.    

Since Qin Ming did not put the White Tiger Formation in his eyes and knew the White Tiger Formation very well, then the Poison Demons must have a way to deal with this formation.    

Although they did not know how Qin Ming would deal with this formation, as long as there was a way, it was fine.    

The Martial Cultivators were no longer worried about the White Tiger Formation outside, and instead laughed.    

"The White Tiger Formation, this name is not bad. It seems to be a very strong formation, but no matter how strong the formation is, it depends on who it is facing. To use the White Tiger Formation to deal with our Alliance Leader Qin Ming is simply a pipe dream."    

"Haha... Look at how Leng Qian Dong came over happily to show off, as if his formation was invincible. Who knew that he would show off his loneliness? Alliance Leader Qin Ming does not put the White Tiger Formation in his eyes at all. I'm dying of laughter!"    

"Yeah, if I were Leng Qian Dong, I would be in an awkward situation right now! He just set up a broken formation. I don't know what he is so proud of. Besides, this formation was not set up by him personally, but by the clan's formation masters. It's all the work of the formation masters. What does it have to do with him?"    

"Don't you know? In the Poison Demon Clan, all the contributions made by the Poison Demon Clan belong to the Half-Zhizun experts, and not the Poison Demon himself. All the benefits obtained must be first chosen by the Half-Zhizun Lord."    

"Then wouldn't the Poison Demons be too miserable?"    

"..."    

The faces of the Martial Cultivators were filled with ridicule.    

They hated the Poison Demon Clan to the bone, and would not let go of any opportunity to strike the Poison Demon Clan's morale. Their words were as ugly as they could be.    

Even the Half-Zhizun experts of the Poison Demon Clan dared to spit, and even pointed at Leng Qian Dong's nose and scolded him.    

Hearing the foul words of the Human Martial Cultivators, Leng Qian Dong's chest rose and fell rapidly. He had never felt that these Human Martial Cultivators were so hateful.