Daily Updates!
Stay informed of NEWEST chapters of Asura God with notification directly sent to your email.
LOG IN
“Yao Wenwu, don’t be excited, let’s have something to say.” Qin Ming recruited Da Yan Gu Jian, took a sword flower in his hand, and floated lightly on the boy’s neck.
The juvenile grows very ordinary, and also has an ordinary name ‘Yangshan’, which is a natural fire. It has a strong talent for alchemy. It was found on a remote island by the Temple of Heaven ten years ago. He swallowed hard and sweated, and the blade of the ancient sword was very close to the neck, as if it might fall at any time. Sensen’s cold Qi made him unable to stop shaking. He was brought into the burial island since he was very sensible, living on the secluded and dim island, boring and calm, and no match with the world. He has never experienced such a horrible scene, his brain is blank, he does not know What did you do.
Yao Wenwu’s brow was twisted into a shackle, most afraid of an accident, and it turned out to be an accident. He personally came forward to negotiate with Qin Ming. If it hasn’t started yet, ‘Yangshan’ will die first. Don’t say returning to the Son of Heaven, Black Rock Temple is lucky if you don’t make him a war slave. “Qin Ming, don’t be too happy. I thought that using a few hostages would threaten us? You are pushing yourself to the road.”
“Put half of the people first, let me go, wait for me to be safe, and then put another half. I ask for it. If you can’t even satisfy this, you can’t go with them. Before you die, you can take 60 people. The back of the cushion is worth it.” Qin Ming has a relaxed surface and is always tight. Up to now, the funeral sea chasing lizards have not responded. The Saint Martials have not responded. They are all calm and surprised. They will easily compromise. Never possible!
Negotiating with this group of people is simply trying to get a skin with the tiger. If you make a mistake, you may be overwhelmed. Can’t escape, be lucky, can’t escape, have to be ready to fight.
The burial sea ghost also felt the pressure. His attention swept through the two burial sea vanes and the Saint Martial on their backs. These people were too strong, no accident, the biggest one. The Funeral Vatican is the Clan Head of Heavenly Martial Realm, and there are more than a dozen Saint Martial on its back, and there may be Heavenly Martial! These people are powerful and have more secrets. If they reveal any flaws, they may be killed in an instant.
The hostages are the only weapons they have now. Can you kill them? You have to see how to use them.
Four Tianwei looked at the sky and the eyes flashed cold. ‘Yangshan’ must not die, and other hostages can’t be surprised. They sent so many people, it is impossible for Qin Ming to threaten.
Tianwei Tiefu Tuo reminded Yao Wen Martial Dao: “Give you half-stick of incense time negotiation.”
His meaning is the meaning of the remaining three Tianwei, Yao Wenwu is a son of the Son of Heaven, and is the son of Saint Martial Realm, and is likely to enter Tianwei in the future. This time the funeral island incident can not blame him, so give him some time to show, if the half-stick of incense advised Qin Ming, to keep the hostage, this credit is enough to let Blackrock Temple change his mind, Yao Wenwu can return Son of Heaven. But if there is no result in the half-stick of incense, you can only say that it is regrettable. They will take Qin Ming by hand. Maybe they will take some risks, but as long as the timing is accurate, killing Qin Ming and taking the hostage is not Difficult. After all, they are Heavenly Martial. Saint Martial is visible to Earth Martial, and Heavenly Martial can also be regarded as Saint Lat.
Yao Wenwu bit his teeth and said: “First put the sheep mountain, I will order thirty more people, as long as the inspection is not hurt, you can leave. Within three days and three nights, we will never hunt down.”
“Can I believe you?” The sword frame in Qin Ming’s hand was slowly paddling on the neck of Yangshan Mountain. The soft body of Yangshan Mountain, even if Qin Ming just released his hand, the sharp Da Yan Gu Jian can Let him be in the same place.
“Don’t get in the way, this is your only chance and my biggest concession.”
Qin Ming thought for a while: “Name it.”
Yao Wenwu’s heart was shaken, and he couldn’t immediately say that 30 names were the most geniuses valued by the Elder Academy, or the identity was particularly delicate. The 30 people were saved first, and then the sheep mountain was taken away. It is an explanation for the Elder House. Then you can let go of Qin Ming with a hard way, and how many other hostages can save.
“Now, let go!” Yao Wenwu stood at the forefront and quietly gestured with the Saint Martial behind him. Once Qin Ming is released, you can shoot directly.
“Is these thirty people determined?”
“OK! Let go!”
Qin Ming smiled awkwardly: “Good! I am deducting the 30 people and Yangshan. I will wait until I am safe. Then the other twenty-nine, are you going now? Or I am back down for a kilometer and throw it again. For you guys?”
“Qin Ming! Why are you playing me?” Yao Wenwu was furious.
“It’s not that I play you, it’s so stupid. You don’t have to stay in the temple for the down closed-door training. If you experience more experience, you will grow faster.” Qin Ming sneered and finally determined who The most precious thing about the Temple of Heaven, this idiot, is it really a fool?
Qin Ming made a gesture with the burial sea ghost. The funeral sea ghost threw out the top four of Yao Wenwu’s name. Three men and one woman are the most valued geniuses of the Heavenly Temple, second only to the talent of the Son of Heaven. The golden lion was raised high and held one at a time. The ghost of the funeral sea was only one hand, and Qin Ming held one of his left hand. They are full of powerful Shengwei, and they can let the hostages in their hands die.
“Qin Ming, really, can’t I cure you?” Yao Wenwu was furious and couldn’t wait to kill him.
“Enough!” A powerful warrior will hold down Yao Wenwu, his right hand slowly grips, the squeaky sound, and the strong Qi like to lock Qin Ming. “We don’t have time to grind with you, let go immediately, you can roll.”
“I can still…” Yao Wenwu just insisted, but he was backed by a cold look.
This is a powerful military commander, the peak of Saint Martial, holding a black gold hammer, stepping into the air, like stepping on the invisible steps, step by step to Qin Ming, the formidable Qi is like a sea of pressure against the sky.
Yao Wenwu is gloomy, damn, I can do it! He was in a hurry and couldn’t take Qin Ming. What did he use to negotiate with the Head Elders in the Black Rock Hall?
Four Tianwei did not pay attention to him, disappointed! Yao Wenwu does have a lack of talent, lack of ability! I wanted to give half-stick of incense time, but… forget it.
Qin Ming and the burial sea ghost were hit back by the violent Qi potential, and even the body’s spiritual strength shields were violently rushed, like the flames under the gust of wind, flickering and fading, and the eyes were about to go out.
Qin Ming screamed: “Kill!!”
The golden lion’s right head is suffocating, the fangs are closed, and the snoring sounds, the young teenager is bitten off, and the blood splashes.
The formidable generals were cold and blasted into the sky, and the heavy hammer in the hand slammed round, wrapped in the mountains and shouted the tsunami, and slammed Qin Ming and the funeral sea ghost. At the same time, the hands of the Iron Float were in full swing, and the two silver needle-like energy bodies suddenly formed, locking Qin Ming and the funeral sea ghost.
however……
Just as the whole scene changed dramatically, the funeral sea dinosaur suddenly twisted his body and rolled the heavy wave toward the left front. Tianwei and Saint Martial squinted together and noticed a strange Qi interest. In the same direction.
Hey!
A loud noise broke out at high altitude, and the sea shook. The generals squirted blood and smashed from the sky. The wolverine fell to the back of the funeral paradise. The heavy hammer in his hand almost came out, and the palm of his hand was covered with blood. His expression was awe-inspiring, his face was pale, and his chest was in his chest. Qi blood tumbling.
Both Qin Ming and the burial sea ghosts were desperately desperate, but they were wrapped in a wonderful and embarrassing star energy. They did not wait for the reaction. They were backed by hundreds of meters of energy and stopped on a small boat.
Qin Ming is slightly stunned and looks down: “Hall Master ?!”
Enter your email address that you used to register. We'll send you an email with detailed steps to reset your password.
By signing up, you agree to our Terms of Service and Privacy Policy.
Already a member? Log In
Stay informed of NEWEST chapters of Asura God with notification directly sent to your email.