Alchemy & Martial Supreme

If the law did not punish the masses, he would be drowned by the sea of people.    

Up until now, he still did not know what had happened. Why did the audience suddenly hate the two of them? Why did they support Qin Ming without hesitation?    

"Damn it, it's the Wang Family! If it wasn't for the Wang Family, I wouldn't have fallen into such a crisis."    

His heart was filled with fear. His palms were full of sweat, and his heart was pounding.    

His condition wasn't right, and he was on the verge of collapsing.    

He had thought that it was a very simple thought, but for some reason, changes had occurred again and again.    

Ever since he had become Qin Ming's enemy, it seemed like even the heavens were not on his side.    

First, he discovered that Qin Ming was disguised as a snake Alchemist, and his ability to concoct pills was extremely powerful.    

Secondly, the two of them used schemes. Not only did they not harm Qin Ming, they even ruined his pill furnace, and even offended the judge.    

Finally, for some baffling reason, the audience began to support Qin Ming and hate the two of them.    

Regardless of whether he won or not, it seemed like he would not be able to leave Lan City alive.    

Under the fear of death, it would be strange if he could refine the pill in peace.    

"Referee, the audience is making noise about me refining the pill..." Chiaki had no choice but to ask for help from the referee who was in charge of this match.    

Up until now, the referee had remained neutral throughout this match. He was impartial and impartial. Only with his strength and prestige as a Flood Dragon would he be able to suppress the cheers of the audience.    

"Refining your own pills. How the audience shouts is their full strength." Qi Lin glanced indifferently at Chiaki and said, "Although I'm the referee, I don't do whatever I want. The audience below is the true referee of this match."    

"Without their support, this match is meaningless."    

"Besides, Qin Ming didn't say anything. You have two Snake Alchemist on your side, and you already have the advantage."    

After saying that, qi Lin lowered his head and continued to pay attention to Qin Ming's pill concoction.    

He found that Qin Ming's pill concoction technique was very stable.    

It was as if he had accurately measured it. From the beginning until now, he hadn't made a single mistake.    

It was as if he had concocted countless pills, and knew everything that happened in the furnace like the back of his hand.    

This was something he had never seen before.    

As for Chiaki's life and death, he didn't care at all.    

From the looks of it, this duel was already decided.    

If the Prefectural Turtle succeeded in refining the snake level pill, the three of them would perish together.    

If the Prefectural Turtle failed in refining the pill, Qin Ming would win.    

Actually, chiaki was already destined to die.    

What he refined was only a Heavenly Level pill. Regardless of whether he succeeded or not, it wouldn't affect this match at all.    

It was just that he had fallen into a trance and couldn't see clearly.    

Or, it could be said that he was struggling on the verge of death.    

He did not have the leisure to chat with someone who was about to die. Especially since this person had no value at all.    

When he heard the shouts by his ear, qi Lin thought to himself, 'Maybe it's a good thing that Chiaki's dead.'"    

"'If he told me to stop the audience, who does he think I am? '"    

"'If I stop them, wouldn't it be obvious that I'm helping him? ' Isn't this offending Qin Ming and countless Martial Cultivator from the Lan City?"    

"He really doesn't know what's good for him."    

As the judge, he was either fair or helping someone who was beneficial to him.    

How could he possibly help Chiaki? This was a snake Alchemist that came out of nowhere?    

Chiaki felt like dying after being rejected by the referee.    

"That's right, I'm not the only one fighting. There's also a Prefectural Turtle."    

Chiaki looked to the side and saw that the Prefectural Turtle was calmly and unhurriedly concocting pills.    

It was as if what happened underground had nothing to do with him.    

When she saw that the Prefectural Turtle was in good condition, for some reason, the more Chiaki looked at the turtle, the more she liked it.    

The two of them originally didn't want to deal with each other, but she didn't expect that they would need to rely on each other in the end to save her life.    

Chiaki's emotions were rather complicated.