Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Hearing the good news from Jue Wuya, Qin Ming was happy. For a while, he was refreshed, and his thoughts on studying the medicine became smoother.

In the north of the Great Xia Dynasty, in a valley, there was a resident,

There are few people in the resident, but all of them are very strong. The weakest warriors are all in the realm of martial spirits, and the strongest warriors have reached the realm of martial kings.

"Sect Master, how long will our Qixin Sect stay hidden? Or we will fight with the Qin family, we are too stubborn." A young man, with a bitter face, looked at the old man in front of him.

The old man was gray-haired, dressed in a Confucian costume, and looked gentle, he was the Sect Master Qixin Sect.

"Relax, as long as we are a little patient, the Qin family will definitely be destroyed. The evil son is already preparing. I believe that after a while, the Qin family will become blind. At that time, we will be able to regain the sky."

The old man smiled and comforted.

"But... Emperor Ao Tongwu, it's not something Evil Master can handle at all. When will we wait? It is because we listened to the Evil Master's order that our sect disciples were killed and wounded." The young man complained. Tao.

The old man waved his hand: "You don't understand, the evil son is not as simple as you said. If Ao Tong still jumps, his death will be approaching. As for the disciples under the sect, they die when they die, and keeping them is a waste of resources."

Now their Qi Xinzong lives in real seclusion with limited resources, and the ordinary warriors have to waste a lot of resources. The old man has long been impatient. He just received the order of the evil son to push the boat along the water and directly borrowed Qin Ming's hand to make the disciples disappear.

boom!

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the old man was startled and looked up.

A man in Tsing Yi stood proudly in the air.

"Ao...Tong!" The old man had just a little bit of wind, his face was pale and his legs trembled.

The evil son may not be afraid of Ao Tong, but he is far from an opponent.

"He... how did he find here?" The old man's lips trembled and he was puzzled.

"Emperor Ao Tongwu is here, run quickly..." Qi Xinzong's disciples reacted and fled out of the valley in groups with a bang.

"Sect Master, what should I do now?" The young man looked panicked and looked at the old man.

The old man lowered his head and thought, but he still couldn't figure out who had leaked his whereabouts, which made him sleepless.

"Sect Master, it's too late, Ao Tong is here to kill." The young man shouted anxiously, Qingyi Wuhuang in the sky, obviously noticed this side, and flew straight toward here.

"It's you." Unexpectedly, the old man didn't run at all. Instead, he pointed to the young man and said loudly, "I know, it must be you. The place where we are hiding now is covered with hidden stones, and the Martial Emperor's sense of the gods is simply investigating. No, I am here, no one in the sect knows, only you."

With sweat stains on his forehead, the young man trembled and said, "Sect Master, why would you doubt me? I have followed you since I was a child and have always been loyal to you."

The old man snorted coldly. He had seen the young man's nervousness, and he was even more sure that he was a traitor.

"Why are you betraying me, I ask myself I've always been nice to you?"

At this time, Emperor Wu Huang of Tsing Yi was standing above them, overlooking the two.

At the same time, there was a swelling vigor, and the old man knew that he would never escape.

At this time, the young man no longer looked frightened, but looked at the old man triumphantly.