Dou Po's refining medicine can become stronger

Chapter 87 Fire Sea
The two strong men leaned forward, and their huge arms exerted force on Qin Chuan's shoulders instantly.

"What's the situation, I can't press it down."

At this moment, Qin Chuan suddenly kicked back with his left foot, hitting the man's calf, and the man lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Then he turned around quickly, and the touched right shoulder shook the tattooed man's body away.

With the momentum of turning around quickly with his left hand, an elbow hit the tattooed man's forehead, and he fell unconscious on the ground.

Passers-by in the alley heard the voice and quickly surrounded him to remove their disguise, revealing the same black tattoos as those of the two men.

It turned out that this alley was full of people from the Sand Mercenary Group, but it was still a public area, and it had already been secretly a private camp of the Sand Mercenary Group.

"What a face."

Qin Chuan glanced at the crowd, there were about a dozen people, all strong and strong.

The fainted man and the man lying on the ground were helped up.

People made way for a bald man with a protruding mouth and cross-eyed eyes.

The bald man looked at the fainted man's forehead and rolled his eyelids. The man had passed out completely, "It's a hard attack, kid."

His voice was a little hoarse, and his slender eyes were staring at Qin Chuan viciously.

"Boy, do you know that you caused big trouble today! You know who we are, but we..."

Before the bald head could finish speaking, Qin Chuan blocked the bald head and interrupted the bald head's words, "Sand Mercenary Group, so what if you see it."

The calm appearance of the man in black was a little unexpected for the bald head. According to the usual times, people would be intimidated when they heard this name.

The bald head thought: I'm afraid this guy is not pretending!
"That's right, we are the famous Sand Mercenary Group. You kid who injured us, if you know how to pay, hand over the money, and let the grandpa beat you up. If we are in a good mood, we might let you go."

The bald head gave a thumbs up and nodded a little beyond his chest with an exaggerated range of motion, raising his shiny and reflective head high.

And the young people beside him also booed and laughed, and a man secretly made a small report.

The bald man nodded knowingly on WeChat, "You can do it, kid."

He said with a bald head and pointed at the man in black, "This is our territory, it is against the rules for you to break in suddenly, our mercenary group will charge tolls, if you don't leave your foot."

"Boring." Qin Chuan sighed softly, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Did you hear what I said?!" The bald head shouted angrily.

"Brother, you are afraid."

"I know nonsense."

Qin Chuan turned around: "Don't blame me for being ruthless, I have given you a chance just now."

The bald head was stunned, "What is this kid talking about? I'm afraid you are playing the floor mat in the toilet, and you are not far from death."

"Wait a minute." Qin Chuan stretched out his hand, with the palm facing the crowd, and said lightly.

Seeing Qin Chuan's actions, the bald head thought self-righteously, "Boy, now I know I regret it, it's too late."

Qin Chuan shook his head, "You guys misunderstood. I mean, it's easy for you to go up together. Since it's useless to give you a chance, don't blame me."

Everyone was stunned for two seconds. In their impression, no one dared to speak to them like this.

There was a momentary shock, followed by a burst of thunderous ridicule, "What a big tone!"

A series of cold lights flashed out one after another, and there was a sound of metal shaking, and everyone pulled out the long swords worn around their waists.

"Boy, you have to pay for your arrogance." The bald man said disdainfully.

Qin Chuan became impatient, "Stop talking nonsense, it's a waste of time."

A red light flashed from the black hat, and a flame burst out from his hand, which was a long flame whip.

People dodged around, and ejected out with the man in black as the center point.

Qin Chuan glanced around, the bright white metal of the long sword was as white as ice in the sun.

The soul's perception spread like a superficial touch in an instant, "It's all about the strength of the fighters, what is it that makes you so arrogant."

The lightning was too fast to cover their ears, and the flames drew a red arc around Qin Chuan, and people's long swords were shot down one after another.

Ordinary flames spread on the clothes, people screamed, and the flesh and blood of the people who were hit were torn apart.

With the screams one after another, people fell to the ground.

With the assistance of the system, Qin Chuan's strength has reached the level of fighting spirits, and most of them are late fighters.

The difference in realm is not a star and a half, it is like a gap between the two sides. Even if Qin Chuan can't use one hand now, it is as easy as raising his hand and covering his hands to defeat the two sides with such a big difference.

Maybe it's because of the remoteness of Shimo City and the lack of cultivators, which made these fighters dominate one side and look at no one in their eyes. Meeting Qin Chuan today is a long memory.

The houses here are tightly closed, the terrain is relatively narrow, and people are restricted in their steps.

Qin Chuan snapped his fingers with his left hand, and the flames ignited his clothes. The scorching heat made people miserable. They crawled and rolled on the ground with grim expressions.

The physical pain deprived them of the ability to escape, so they could only roll around and beat the fire.

"Brother, who the hell are you? The little one has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai. Let the villain live."

The extremely arrogant bald head just now, enduring the severe pain of the flames, climbed slowly and with difficulty in the direction of Qin Chuan.

The wrinkles on the face are full of pain, and the wrinkles are about to be twisted together.

Qin Chuan was expressionless. After the last lesson, Qin Chuan knew in his heart that he should not treat these scumbags softly.

To deal with the wicked, we must use their methods. If they are allowed to escape by chance, they will come back with a spring breeze, and then come back to harm the people.

In this way, Qin Chuan indirectly became the perpetrator, and Qin Chuan came to the bald head in silence.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no grass growing on this guy's head, he would have suffered even more.

"Where is your base camp?" Qin Chuan asked with his clothes burning in flames.

The bald head struggled to swallow his saliva, and said out of breath, "Master, where are you?"

The bald head's eyes were full of hope, because Qin Chuan could spare his life by reporting the location.

Knowing the direction, Qin Chuan walked away, leaving people in the sea of ​​flames, and he became firm in his heart: we must not be soft-hearted in eliminating evil!

(End of this chapter)