Heading to Jingdu
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
There were still countless inner cores under the island. The Jingdu Martial Arts Association naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity.
They would send people to retrieve the inner cores almost every day and bring them back to the Jingdu Martial Arts Association.
"Qin Yu died here, right?" Someone pointed at the gate of the Immortal Slaying Sect.
"Yes, I heard that he was slapped back by Mr. Yan."
"Serves him right. He has caused us a lot of trouble."
Hearing their sarcasm, Qin Yu couldn't help but sneer.
"Put down all the inner cores." Qin Yu's voice came from behind them.
Hearing this, they all hurriedly turned around.
Looking at the bearded young man in front of them, they couldn't help but sneer. "Who are you? Who told you to come here? How dare you talk to us like that?"
Qin Yu closed his eyes and said coldly, "How many inner cores did you take? Hand them all over."