Alchemy&Martial Supreme

"Surrender

"Surrender The voice of the warrior of Cloud City Alliance is high, with the joy of victory in his voice.

With the deafening surrender, many of the warlords of the emperor Shizong laid down their weapons.

"The battle is over." Looking at the scene of calling Shizong warriors to surrender, Qin Ming fell down with a smile on his face.

"Alliance leader!" Feng Bai holds Qin Ming in a coma and exclaims.

Lian Ren hurriedly came over and explored Qin Ming's situation. Then he relaxed his way: "it's OK. I just fainted because I was too tired."

Qin Ming's body was in a mess and he was seriously injured, but these injuries were not enough to make him coma.

With Qin Ming's strong physique, these injuries will soon be healed, but because he was too tired and forced to use a powerful attack, he was unconscious.

Experienced Lian Ren, after checking out Qin Ming's condition, tells the warriors of the cloud city alliance that they have a heart in their stomach.

Everyone knows that Qin Ming's attack was not so simple.

That's the power of the real dragon realm. A warrior in the Dragon realm, even a warrior who hasn't reached the peak of the Dragon realm, will be released. If there is no burden on the body, no one will believe it.

In addition, before Qin Ming fought with the poison demons, he turned to kill all sides. Although he didn't get much hurt, he consumed a lot of physical strength.

It's not a serious thing to faint after fighting. It's reasonable.

The warriors of the Cloud City Alliance concentrate on gathering the prisoners, waiting for Qin ming to wake up.

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When Qin Ming opened his eyes again, he had already returned to the sedan chair.

He forced himself to sit up, and a trace of pain came from his body.

"What's going on? Didn't I take the perfect dragon healing pill before I was in a coma? " Qin Ming covered his chest, puzzled.

There is a perfect dragon level healing pill even for calling heaven. As the refiner of the pill, why don't there be enough pills?

In the previous battle, Qin Ming took more than one pill.

Although the effect of taking pills was much worse than that of other martial arts practitioners, he took not only one or two pills, but ten pills at a time.

There are so many perfect dragon level pills, which can cure the less serious injury in his body. It should be cured soon.

It's not bad. It's not too serious.

For Qin Ming, injury is a common thing, and he has suffered more than one or two injuries that are much more serious.

He's used to this little injury.

But before this point of injury, the use of perfect dragon healing pills, should soon be able to recover.

Although I don't know how long I have been in a coma, I always have one or two hours.

Close your eyes, Qin Ming spirit into the body, feel the perfect dragon level pills in the body completely disappeared.

"No, with the power of the perfect dragon level pill, I should be able to cure all my injuries."

"But now although some of the injuries have been treated, there is no treatment for other injuries."

With an idea, Qin Ming takes out a perfect dragon level elixir from the space ring and swallows it.

All of a sudden, the pills fused and their power came out.

But with the distribution of the medicine, they didn't go to the place where they were injured. Instead, they swam freely in their bodies and disappeared a little bit.

"What's the matter? Is my perfect dragon level healing pill inferior? " Qin Ming laughs absurdly.