Alchemy & Martial Supreme

It was very likely that Qin Ming would break through to the Divine Beast Realm. Once such a talent entered the faction behind him, he would definitely do his best to nurture him.    

He didn't know if Qin Ming would agree, but there was no harm in giving it a try.    

"Thank you for your kindness. My Dao Origin Skill isn't as simple as you think!" Qin Ming smiled. Suddenly, the ice on the ground began to rise, and the air became wet. Most importantly, it blocked his vision.    

More than one Martial Cultivator had tried to recruit him. Every place he went, other people would try to recruit him when they found out that he was a monstrous genius of the Martial Dao, and that he had never joined any powerful force.    

Even the deputy City Lord of Hao Yuan City was rejected by him.    

If he had something to gain, he would inevitably need to pay a price. If he joined a force, he would obtain their benefits, and at the same time, he would also need to pay a lot of things.    

Qin Ming did not lack cultivation resources, nor did he need the support of other forces. He relied on his own hands, and he also did not lack cultivation resources.    

Looking at the rising fog, Zhu Lechun's expression changed dramatically.    

Previously, the ground was smooth, which had an impact on his strength. Fortunately, he was using the Sword Dao, which didn't require much from his lower body. He was confident that he would be able to exert his full strength in such an environment.    

However, this sky full of fog had blocked his vision. Qin Ming's speed was also fast, and it was not easy to deal with him.    

As the fog got thicker and thicker, Zhu Lechun's gaze was fixed on his surroundings. He could sense a killing intent.    

Behind him!    

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind him. Qin Ming had already circled behind him. A huge fist with raging flames was thrown at him.    

Zhu Lechun suddenly stepped on the ground and moved sideways. If it was any other time, After transforming, he would definitely be able to dodge Qin Ming's attack. However, the ground was frozen, and stepping on the ice was not easy. He was unable to completely dodge Qin Ming's attack.    

With just a slight scratch, Zhu Lechun felt as if his shoulder had been hit by a huge mountain, and his entire body was sent flying.    

"Ah!" Zhu Lechun cried out in pain. The longsword in his hand was swung backwards in an instant. Eleven sword strikes in a row, as fast as lightning, stopped Qin Ming from continuing his chase.    

"Phew... phew..." Zhu Lechun was breathing heavily as he pulled a little distance away from Qin Ming.    

Zhu Lechun's painful cry was heard by all the Martial Cultivator in the arena. Chen Xiuxian's eyes became serious. He circulated his Dao and observed the battle between Qin Ming and Zhu Lechun.    

The Martial Cultivator below the stage was burning with anxiety.    

What was going on?    

Initially, they were looking forward to a wonderful battle. But now, although they could hear the sound of the battle and knew that the battle inside was very intense, they were blocked by the fog and could not see anything.    

As for the other side, how could the battle between Ran Sibo and Wei Cheng be more attractive than Qin Ming and Zhu Lechun?    

They wished they could go up the stage and disperse the fog.    

Unfortunately, they could only think about it. This was Qin Ming's Dao Origin Skill, his way of fighting his enemies. Dispersing the mist was equivalent to helping Zhu Lechun.    

Creating a mist that filled the entire arena was not that simple. It would surely consume a lot of Qin Ming's energy.    

With such a huge consumption of energy, Qin Ming's goal was definitely to end the battle quickly. He wanted to defeat Zhu Lechun without wasting too much of his energy, so that he could prepare himself for the more intense battles ahead.