Qin Ming's brows were tightly locked, his expression was solemn, now Qin Ming could only hear the friction sound of eight sharp arrow feathers cutting through the air, and he couldn't see the eight arrow feathers at all!

Qin Ming shook his head, calmed down his heart, slowly closed his eyes, concentrated, his body was running with his spiritual power, his legs were slightly bent, his hands were paddling Tai Chi, and he began to play the "Dragon Fist".

The dragon fist is divided into nine volumes, and each volume has nine styles, since Qin Ming was able to practice Taoism, he has focused on Taoism, of course, sometimes he will also practice dragon boxing, and now he has cultivated dragon boxing to the second form of the third volume!

The Dragon Fist is quite mysterious, both offensive and defensive, if it is an ordinary fist method, even if Qin Ming does not focus on it, it is impossible to only cultivate to the third volume, just now you can take it out to try the true power of the Dragon Fist!

Qin Ming's body was running with spiritual power, his clothes were windless, his momentum was like a rainbow, and he began to fight the dragon fist......

"Dragon Fist Volume 1 First Style, Leverage Strength!"

"Dragon Fist Volume 1 Second Style, Horse Stepping on Feiyan!"

"Dragon Fist Volume 1 ......"

Eight cold and shining sharp arrow feathers, as soon as they approached Qin Ming, they were torn and shattered by the fist wind formed by the Dragon Fist!

Now Qin Ming has formed a layer of fist wind shield around him, protecting Qin Ming inside, not to mention arrow feathers, even if Xiao Lan makes a killing move, how difficult is it to break the fist style of the dragon fist!

It's just that Qin Ming knows that the Dragon Fist is not ordinary, but he doesn't know how amazing the true power of the Dragon Fist is! After all, the Dragon Fist and the Immortal Emperor are closely related......

"Whoosh... ”

The bronze dragon head shot out eight sharp arrow feathers again, but no matter how tricky the angle of the shot was, and how sharp the arrow feathers were, they didn't want to shake the dragon fist fist in the slightest!

If it weren't for Qin Ming's fear that destroying the dragon head would affect the cemetery, he would have smashed the dragon head with one punch!

"Dragon Fist Volume 3 Second Style, Dragon Roar Eight Desolations!"

"Roar!"

Behind Qin Ming, a golden dragon shadow let out a dragon roar, resounding through the sky, and suddenly attacked the eight bronze dragon heads above the metal door!

The golden dragon shadow, the dragon head around the dragon tail, just sealed the dragon mouth of the eight bronze dragon heads.

Instead of closing the dragon's mouths of the eight bronze dragon heads, the dragon body of the golden dragon shadow blocked the dragon's mouth, and the sharp arrow feathers of the bronze dragon head dragon's mouth were smashed by the power of the golden dragon shadow as soon as they emerged!

After the fist, Qin Ming's body stopped working, his body came together, he took a deep breath, and slowly opened his eyes, his essence flickered.

The first metal black door has also stopped spewing light yellow poisonous mist, but now the entire space has been filled with light yellow poisonous mist, the visibility is extremely low, and there is no vent here, and the poisonous fog cannot dissipate on its own...

"Xiaolan, Ling'er, where are you, third, fourth?!" Qin Ming frowned and shouted.

"We're here!"

When the four of them heard this, they hurriedly shouted and replied.

Qin Ming's ears moved slightly, and when he heard the sound, he disappeared in place in an instant, and came to the side of Xiao Lan and the four people.

"Qin Ming, are you okay?!" Nian Ling'er frowned and said with a worried expression.

"I'm fine, now the eight dragon heads above the metal door can no longer shoot arrows!" Qin Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with a serious expression.

"Big brother, this is a confined space, there is no vent, the poisonous fog cannot dissipate on its own, the gas masks we bring can last for ten minutes, and within these ten minutes, we will either find a way to dissipate the poisonous fog, or find a way to live! Otherwise, we will all be poisoned to death!"

Zhang Laosan frowned, and said in a solemn tone.

"Well, third child, according to your estimation, how long will those eight bronze dragon heads have to shoot arrows?!" Qin Ming nodded and asked with a serious expression.

"Hmm, big brother, haven't you already asked those eight bronze dragon heads to stop spraying arrows?!" Zhang Laosan frowned and looked puzzled.

"Hmmm... I didn't solve the problem at the root, I just controlled those eight bronze dragon heads, and now there is no way to continue to spray arrows at us!" Qin Ming thought for a moment and explained aloud.

"Big brother, if that's the case, then according to my judgment, the dragon head can continue to spray arrows for more than ten minutes! After all, there are all kinds of arrows in the past, if it is not for the installation of too many arrows that will affect the construction of the cemetery, I am afraid that it can be sprayed all the time!"

Li Laosi frowned and explained with a serious face.

"Hmm!"

Qin Ming nodded, his eyes narrowed slightly, originally Qin Ming planned to wait for the bronze dragon head to stop spraying arrows, and he could control the golden dragon shadow to absorb all the light yellow poisonous mist, but now it seems that time is too late.

And Qin Ming had just fought the Dragon Fist, and he needed to use the Dragon Fist again after an interval of half an hour, and he couldn't use the Dragon Fist endlessly, even if Qin Ming was still full of spiritual power now!

"Huh?!"

Qin Ming's eyes suddenly lit up, by the way, I can summon the Yin Soldiers!

Qin Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze was like a torch, the spiritual power around his body was running, his momentum was like a rainbow, and he shouted!

"The Emperor of the Underworld has an order, the Yin soldiers are coming quickly!"

"Whew!"

A gust of yin wind blew, and a middle-aged woman dressed in white appeared in front of Qin Ming.

"Benefactor!"

The middle-aged woman in white said with an excited face.

The ghost is the female ghost Wan'er who met during bungee jumping!

"Wan'er, it's you, were you injured in the last battle?!" Qin Ming raised his eyebrows and said with a concerned expression.

Wan'er naturally knew that his benefactor Qin Ming was asking if the two companions Xiao Hei and Lao Bai, who had helped Qin Ming intercept Su Rao last time, were injured, and she was inexplicably moved in her heart......

"Returning to the benefactor, thanks to your blessing, it is not a big problem, and with the hair given to the slave family by the benefactor, now the cultivation of the slave family has reached a higher level!"

Wan'er's eyes were full of gratitude, and her tone was excited.

"Hehehehe, that's good!" Qin Ming smiled lightly and put his mind at ease.

"It's you, Wan'er?!" Nian Ling'er raised her eyebrows, took a closer look, and recognized it as the white-clothed female ghost who was on the cliff during the bungee jump.

"It's you, Ling'er!" Wan'er just focused on talking to Qin Ming, not paying attention to the others.

"Well, your family is okay?!" Nian Ling'er nodded, her tone full of concern.

"Well, thanks to the Tonn and you, our family of three is living very happily now!" Wan'er nodded heavily, the corners of her mouth raised, revealing a happy smile.

"Uh-huh, that's good!" Nian Ling'er nodded repeatedly.

"By the way, benefactor, you called the slave family this time, what do you need the slave family to do?!" Wan'er said with a serious face.

"Wan'er, you have also seen that we are now temporarily trapped in this confined space, where the poisonous gas is pervasive, and if you don't get rid of it, you may be in danger of life!

Qin Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes were blazing, and he said with a serious face.

"Oh, benefactor, is this the case? easy to do, a trivial matter!"

Wan'er nodded and said indifferently.