"Only the kind of waste like Wang Yan, and those alchemists who have not experienced battle, will be affected by emotions." Qin Ming clutched his chest, trying to suppress the anger and killing intent in his heart.
"Haha...Qin Ming, you are just like that." Mi Fufeng played a sword flower, and laughed triumphantly: "Aren't you very rampant?"
"Unexpectedly, the only strength is this."
"You rubbish, you can't even control your emotions. Calling you a genius is really an insult to genius."
At the auction, Qin Ming's sophistication of being neither humble nor overbearing, and everything under control, kept him awake at night.
But now, Qin Ming is as immature as his own son.
This made him a little bit suspicious, did he make a mistake before?
However, Qin Ming must die no matter whether he read it wrong or not.
Since he took the shot, naturally there will be no hidden dangers.
He is the head of the Wang family, and he is too clear how to do things.
Qin Ming clutched his chest and suppressed the killing intent in his heart.
He felt that he was going to be overwheld by the killing, and his sanity was disappearing little by little.
He never thought that one day he would be blinded by killing intent.
Ever since he witnessed his parents die in front of him in his previous life, and the entire family was wiped out overnight, he thought he was dead.
He is already hard-hearted.
Because of other things, no matter how angry it is, it can't compare to the complete destruction of the family.
After thousands of years of loneliness, his heart has truly beco stone.
After rebirth, with the warmth of his family, his heart gradually lted.
But because of thousands of years of tempering, the ans of controlling emotions have beco extraordinary.
I didn't expect that one day I would have troubles that I could not control my emotions.
"How does Mi Jue control his emotions?"
"I don't believe that there is a way to resist such killing intent."
Qin Ming tried his best to suppress it, thinking of Mi Fufeng, the words of Senior Mi.
Every warrior with holy blood needs to be the enemy of emotions.
In addition to pill, you can also fight against it through usual practice.
If only practice can fight, he definitely can.
He didn't believe that his ten thousand years of tempering was no better than Mi Jue.
"It is possible that I have transford twice, and the ferocity in my blood has exploded."
"It is also possible that my holy blood is particularly powerful."
Qin Ming had two guesses in his mind, and he preferred the second one.
Only two transformations, it is unlikely that the fierceness in the body will reach such a level.
"Qin Ming, go and die!" Wang Pu's eyes were full of fierceness, and he had discovered that Qin Ming was in a wrong state.
Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Wang Puxin has rich experience and will never let go of such a good opportunity.
As soon as he took a step, he rushed towards Qin Ming, the long sword in his hand, ready to go.
The city guards didn't know when they would arrive, they made a quick decision, settled Qin Ming earlier, and felt relieved earlier.
Feeling Wang Puxin's unconcealed murderous intent, the murderous intent in the depths of Qin Ming's bloodline spewed out as if stimulated.
"what"
Qin Ming looked up to the sky and let out a vast roar.
It is like announcing the return of the king, with boundless murderous aura.
On the body, sothing began to grow under the skin, like scales, emitting a dark and fierce light under the reflection of the moonlight.
On his forehead, a sharp horn sticks out, showing a frightening dark red.
At the tail of the spine, a long tail grows, flicking irregularly, slapped against the ground every ti.
The ground is like water waves, with layers of ripples.
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