"Whoa!"

A man walked out of the crowd.

He looked like he was in his twenties, a young man in white.

It was the one who was in charge of the back hall of the Drunken Immortal Building.

"You are Qin Ming?"

The young man in white had a pair of eyes shining, and there was a faint sense of anger.

"Who are you? Look at your pretense, you are not from our Central Plains at all! ”

"Your vision can't be said not to be poisonous, I am indeed not from the Central Plains, but my subordinates are all from the Central Plains, and I also have my Central Plains name Zhang Jinfeng!" The young man in white looked up and said, "Bring it, take out our things!" ”

"Your stuff?"

Qin Ming really hadn't figured out what this group of people wanted, but he remembered something in his mind.

In the underground ice room, the Tai Chi roulette wheel in his uncle's hand, the black feather bow of the county lieutenant Xin Han.

If there's one thing, it's both!

"Knowingly, our Black Feather Bow!" Zhang Jinfeng, a young man in white, went straight to the point.

Qin Ming immediately understood that this group of people must be related to Simba, the county lieutenant, or Simba's own people.

Otherwise, they would not have had so much power, and directly bought the Taiping Inn and changed it to the Drunken Immortal Building.

"Since you are not from the Central Plains, you should be from the Southern Tang Dynasty remnants of Simba!"

"The more you know, the faster you die!"

Zhang Jinfeng pointed at the folding fan in his hand, and his subordinates swarmed up and surrounded Qin Ming again.

"Shrimp and shrimp will be it!"

Qin Ming was no longer polite, and his golden hand was instantly formed, and he grabbed one of them at once.

Without delay, he was thrown out of the courtyard gate, and his invincible momentum directly crushed this group of people.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, there was a fluctuation in the air, and Qin Ming knew that there was an innate master who made a move.

The people who surrounded him were indeed shrimp generals, and the real masters were all on the periphery.

Three of them caught Qin Ming's attention, two men and one woman.

Especially the middle-aged woman's eyes were like electricity, and her invisible momentum already showed her strength, the innate peak.

The fluctuation just now was the palm wind of one of the two middle-aged men beside him.

A huge palm glowing with red light covered it naked with a thick coercion.

"Moo moo moo!"

A dragon's phantom appeared behind Qin Ming, and with a move of the Heavenly Dragon Claw, it directly grabbed the huge palm in the air.

The strong wind blew the black-clothed warriors around him in unison.

The battle of the innate masters, how can they bear it.

"Bang!"

The huge red palm was swung by the dragon's tail behind Qin Ming, causing it to shake around.

Layers of ripples spread, blowing up the dust on the ground, and suddenly the surrounding sand and rocks were foggy.

The tall man with his palm struck his forehead.

He was almost injured by Qin Ming's innate qi, and his body hurriedly retreated to avoid Qin Ming's strong wind.

"Dragon Elephant Fist Print!"

The middle-aged woman's mind at the peak of her innate nature was racing, and she immediately recognized Qin Ming's moves, and secretly muttered in her heart.

Being able to recognize Qin Ming's moves at a glance showed that she had heard of Qin Shan's Dragon Elephant Fist Seal, even the one she was very familiar with.

"With such a tough fist style, even Qin Shan can't reach this level, is this kid even more powerful than Qin Shan? But since he is Qin Shan's nephew and has the true inheritance of Qin Shan's Dragon Elephant Fist Seal, why did he kill Qin Shan in the underground ice room? ”

In the kung fu that the middle-aged woman was thinking, the tall middle-aged man's body moved.

Like a water snake, it swooped over with a loud sound, and slashed straight at Qin Ming's head with another palm.

There are no bells and whistles, and even the innate anger is hidden.

Before the person arrived, Qin Ming felt a strong wind blowing, and the heavy palm wind had the strength of at least fifteen hundred catties.

He was out of anger, especially the disgruntled eyes of the middle-aged woman, so he struck out with all his strength.

Looking closely, there was a red cloud flickering in the middle of his palm, and the scorching breath was surging like a fire palm.

Huoyun Palm, his fame.

Since his debut, he has never had a defeat, and just now he suffered a secret loss under Qin Ming's fluttering punch.

He couldn't bear it.

"Hmm!"

When Huoyun's palm fell, the tall man's pupils contracted.

There was no Qin Ming on the ground, and he didn't even see how Qin Ming disappeared when he patronized the momentum.

Qin Ming, who stepped on the ethereal steps of the seven stars, was like a wind, and turned behind him with a swish.

The golden hand was formed and hit directly, and with a pop, the tall man's huge body came directly to gnaw on the mud.

A corner of his chest had collapsed.

Five distinct finger prints were imprinted on his chest, and a hot and burning breath came in, and when he opened his mouth, there was a mouthful of blood.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, or if Qin Ming did it on purpose, this one came with a five-body throwing gift, and the direction was Qin Shan's tomb.

"You...... Daring! ”

Before the other middle-aged man could make a move, a kick fell on the chest of the tall man.

With just one foot, the tall man lost his combat effectiveness, and his body trembled on the ground, causing him to break out in a cold sweat all over his body.

You've all come to kill me, so I'm naturally going to be polite and unceremonious.

Treating the enemy is as cruel and ruthless as the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, Qin Ming's heart.

"Second brother!"

The middle-aged man, who was slightly short and somewhat obese, stepped forward, but quickly stopped.

Because Qin Ming's feet were stepping on the face of a tall middle-aged man, in the stunned eyes of the fat man, Qin Ming's soles flipped over, and there was an extra footprint on this person's face, and when his body rolled, three teeth flew out of his mouth.

Like three nails, it shot straight through the chest of a black-clothed warrior, and he fell down without even snorting.

"You!"

The hearts of fat men are going to break.

He is such a younger brother, he was trampled in the face by Qin Ming, he was very horny, he wanted to kill.

Especially Qin Ming's gaze, which made him even more angry, that kind of arrogance and indifference, that kind of looking down on the eyes, it was simply incredible.

"You're going to give it to you!"

Qin Ming's body was like a wind, and his right hand flipped a converging of innate qi, directly stepping on the tall middle-aged man with a flat face, like a humanoid weapon, and smashed straight towards the fat man, his brother, with a pop.

Out of instinct, the fat man's right hand stretched, and the sharp knife in his hand flipped over.

Somehow, it was so coincidental that the tall middle-aged man's head was cut off, and the blood directly poured the fat man.

A middle-aged woman who has been watching the battle indifferently, she naturally can't be watered with blood.

Her body shook, and a protective shield of Innate Gang Qi appeared, isolating herself.

A pair of eyes showed a fine light.

Qin Ming's thunderous power really deterred the scene, not only the middle-aged woman was shocked, but the young man in white, Zhang Jinfeng, was even more shocked inexplicably, he involuntarily touched his neck, and a trace of uneasiness passed through his heart, as if the head was his.