Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Shaking his head, Qin Ming said directly: "Let's start!"

"I don't know what to do!" Ju Jun chuckled, "You may not know my alchemy strength, but I am a well-known alchemist. In the whole world, there are not many alchemists who are my opponents, let alone thirty. You are now."

"In this way, as long as you kowtow three times and be my slave from now on, I will spare your life."

Compared to killing Qin Ming, after deliberation, Ju Jun felt that it might be more cost-effective to let Qin Ming be his servant.

This will not only better combat Cangyu's prestige, but also control Qin Ming's life and death. At that time, it will not be easy to get the little beauty over there, and it is justified. You don't even need to set up names.

"It's a lot of nonsense. Comparing it sooner and finishing it sooner." Qin Ming was disgusted with the smug eyes of the occupants.

"You really don't know what's good or bad!" Ju Jun's face was pale, he had already told Qin Ming his alchemy level, but he didn't expect Qin Ming to be eager to die if he didn't know what was good or bad.

"According to the agreement, if Qin Ming wins the test, then the extremely ice liquid that has frozen Lan Zhi will be handed over to Qin Ming to unblock it."

"If the elder Ju wins the contest, then Qin Ming will be executed as a spy of the Devil Scorpion force, do you two have no opinion?"

Qin Ming wanted to have an opinion. He won only to get the right to dissolve the ice liquid, but he lost his life, not enough to win or lose. There was no loss in the army, and it was unfair to think about it.

But there is no way, who calls him an outsider, people here are lighthearted.

Even if Cangyu wants to help himself, he doesn't understand his own strength and character, and there is no way to help, but as long as he demonstrates his strength, he can win his due position!

The status of the Pill God, even after ten thousand years, is supreme.

"Let's start then." Seeing that the two had no objection, the referee said lightly, he had no interest in this farce, and just wanted to end it soon.

The referee took out two wooden cards from the space ring.

"You draw one, among them, draw the white person, draw the spirit plant that will be tested next."

Qin Ming nodded and chose a wooden sign nearby.

Ju Jun snorted coldly and picked up another wooden sign. He had a sorrow for Qin Ming's refusal to look at him.

Qin Ming ignored the angry army and glanced at the wooden sign in his hand, black.

Jujun turned over the wooden sign...white, with a triumphant smile on his face: "Haha...even God is on my side, just wait for death!"

"White, the master smokes white, and the master really is a man of God." On the seat to the right of the performance stage, a young man with an ugly face saw that the resident smoked white and jumped up excitedly.

"The concubine knows that the elder Ju is unparalleled in the world, is a person of great fortune, and is not comparable to those of the villains." A woman in white clothes next to her, beautiful in shape, said with a smile on her face.

Raising his eyebrows, Qin Ming looked at Jujun speechlessly.

The referee waved, and a hundred wooden signs appeared on the generous table of the army.

"Uh..." Ju Jun's laughter stopped, and he chose a wooden sign awkwardly. Qin Ming didn't care about his pride just now, making him look like a fool.

Moreover, it seems that the white draw is not an advantage at all for the next competition.

He was so smug, it was of no use other than embarrassing him.