Qian Hu only felt a crisp sound from his nose bone. He was also a cultivator in the Tribulation Realm, and his body tempering level was quite good.

But Qin Cheng kicked his face with no intention of seeing the spiritual energy, so he kicked him off.

Qian Hu screamed, his body was like a kite with broken strings, flying towards the distance, and blood was coming out of his face.

"Tell you what the leader of the Blood Bone Sect is, it's best not to mess with me, otherwise you will destroy your sect."

Qin Cheng did not kill Qian Hu, but instead taught the other party a lesson.

If the other party has a brain, he should not provoke him again. If he dares to provoke him again, he will all be destroyed. There is not much difference between killing or not now.

Qian Hu was kicked away by Qin Cheng for ten miles, and then smashed into the sea like a cannonball.

For a moment, he felt dizzy and as a tribulation realm, he swallowed several mouthfuls of sea water before recovering.

"This bastard is definitely the peak cultivation level in the early stage of the Tribulation Realm. I can't deal with this person, so I have to go back and report it to my elder brother."

Qian Hu didn't care about the severe pain on his face and flew out of the sea.

Recalling Qin Cheng's last cold eyes and cold words, his pupils contracted and he ran away without looking back.

The other monks who fell into the water, who were not kicked out of Qin Cheng, did not care about their companions, flew up and fled towards the Blood Bone Sect.

This is just an episode of sailing, and Qin Cheng didn't take this matter to heart.

However, after starting to practice the third level of Qin King's Body, the improvement of body tempering can be clearly felt.

If it weren't for me, I could only kick Qian Hu away, and I would never be able to kick the bones directly with the strength after the body quenching.

"Now my body has reached the level of a physical training practitioner in the Tribulation Realm?" Qin Cheng was a little curious.

Not long after, Zhang Chongli and others returned one after another.

As their daily battles increased, the monsters near the spirit ship gradually stopped being killed, resulting in Zhang Chongli and the others being divided into several teams and going to far away to kill monsters.

However, there are more than 40 tribulation realms among these hundreds of people. Even if they are medicinal practitioners, they are not proficient in combat, but they are divided into four or five teams, and there are nearly ten tribulation realms to protect them.

There is no danger in this sea area close to the upper realm continent.

"Young Master Qin, I heard that I had encountered a demon cultivator who was blocking the road?" Hearing this, Zhang Chongli found Qin Cheng and asked.

"I just taught a group of little thieves a lesson. If they had some brains, they wouldn't come again." Qin Cheng said.

"Hmph, these demon cultivators on the endless ocean are the most hateful. They are lucky to meet us, otherwise they will be killed." Zhang Chongli snorted lowly, his eyes flashing sharply.

Qin Cheng smiled faintly and understood Zhang Chongli's mood.

These pharmacists have suffered all the damage from the Demon Sky Sect and empathized with the devil cultivators on the endless ocean, and hated these people more than themselves.

If Zhang Chongli and others were there when Qian Hu and others came, then ninety-ninety percent of these people would not be able to go back.

On the other side, Qian Hu and his men rolled and crawled back to the Blood Bone Gate.

Seeing Qian Hu's face covered in blood and his subordinates were also bruised and swollen, Qian Biao's expression suddenly changed.

This was beaten in turn.

"Brother, that kid is very arrogant. Not only did he not hand over the spirit coins, he also beat me up."

Qian Hu covered his sore nose and said something insignificantly about what happened with Qin Cheng.

"You said, there is only one person on this spiritual ship?" Qian Biao said.


Chapter completed!