Alchemy&Martial Supreme

Originally, Qin Ming wanted to save all the people here, but after knowing the reason, he had no idea.

"Take me to the wind as South." Qin Ming said lightly.

He couldn't believe that Feng Runan would come to such a place, and he owed Blackstone.

At least Feng Runan is also the son of the owner of the Feng family. He should have seen the world and know where to come and where not to come.

Even if you enter the spring Pavilion and spend a little here at will, it doesn't matter much.

After all, martial artists are also human beings and need to enjoy. Although Qin Ming doesn't come to such a place himself, he doesn't despise martial artists to enter such a place.

Martial artists are a group of people who tie their heads to their pants and belts. They work hard to earn Blackstone. It's normal to want to enjoy it.

But the wind like South should not consume too much and reach the point where you can't afford it?

"Please follow me." The warrior who led the way smiled and continued to walk inside with Qin Ming.

It's very dark here. The people detained here will certainly not be served. You can imagine how dirty the cage is.

Qin Ming glanced at the filthy things on the ground and frowned, but he followed the leader into the room.

As the four people went deeper and deeper, the smell became more and more bad. Qin Ming saw that many of the martial artists imprisoned in the cage were injured, and even those with martial arts were unconscious.

It seems that the people in Chunge have kept these people here and tortured them.

Although they were tortured unconscious, they owed Chunge Blackstone. Even if they were tortured to death, no one would come out to preside over justice for them.

The only way to save the people here is to pay Blackstone.

"Father!" A weak cry came from the prison, and a martial artist with bruised upper body and haggard face appeared in front of them.

"Ru Nan!" Feng Xue looked at his son in prison and exclaimed.

Qin Ming looked at the warrior with disheveled hair. After careful identification, he recognized that the warrior in front of him was as strong as the wind.

When he first saw the wind like South, he was so tall and angry, but now there are wounds all over his body, his body is filthy, his face is haggard and haggard, how miserable it is.

His hands tied him to the cage, which made him unable to sit down and had to kneel in the cage.

You can see the place where he knelt, with dry blood, the pants at his knees were worn out, and his gorgeous clothes became worse than beggars.

"Father!" The weak wind was like the south. Seeing his father was like seeing the Savior. His eyes recovered some look.

This father contains too many feelings, shame, remorse, shame

After a short time, Qin Ming felt that the wind was like the south, just like a person has changed.

If he hadn't known him before, Qin Mingzhen felt that the martial arts in front of him were not as good as ordinary martial arts. Where could there be the temperament of the son of the leader of the powerful family.

"How could you do this? Why did they lock you up?" Feng Xue loves his son so much that he runs up to open the cage and asks in a deep voice.

Feng Xue was very angry and wanted to burn the whole spring Pavilion.

But Feng Xue is very rational. He knows that what he should do now is to rescue Feng Ru Nan, not blindly.

"Ru Nan, why did you leave the family!" One side of the wind said that it hurt the heart.