C169 Stolen Grade Two Cloud Iron Ore

0The next day at dawn, Qin Ming left the valley and came to the vicinity of the grade two Cloud Iron Ore.

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He saw that those black-clothed men were still guarding the ore vein, and one mile away, a large group of Martial Cultivator was discussing.

"It seems like these Martial Cultivator have suffered a loss at the hands of those men in black. Otherwise, these Martial Cultivator wouldn't be so far away."

Qin Ming looked at everything with a faint smile on his face. Then, he strode towards the group of men in black.

"Who is it?" A muscular man in black shouted when he saw an old man of unknown origin walking towards him.

Hearing the roar of the man in black, the Martial Cultivator that was discussing in the distance all walked over and paid attention to the situation here.

Qin Ming said with a cold smile.

"All of you can scram!"

"Haha..." The man in black laughed loudly. "With just you? Do you see those Martial Cultivator behind you?

These people are unable to snatch our mine vein. You're the only one who can't die?"

"Stubborn!" Qin Ming coldly harrumphed. He waved his hand at the man in black. In an instant, a Spiritual Energy shot out from Qin Ming's hand, turning into a huge eagle that lunged at the man in black.

The leader of the men in black was struck by the huge eagle. He was sent flying like a thousand kilogram boulder. His body was smashed away like a broken piece of cloth, and he was hung upside down on the mountain wall. His whole body was covered in meat paste.

His combat power had turned into a spirit!

A Martial Spirit level powerhouse!

The rest of the men in black pulled out their swords and swords. They wanted to attack, but when they saw Qin Ming's attack, they were dumbfounded, as if they were stunned.

The swords in their hands felt extremely heavy. They fell to the ground one after another, producing crackling sounds. A man in black who looked like the leader cupped his hands and bowed, then said with a trembling voice.

"S-Senior, what... orders do you have?"

"Get lost, this place will be mine from now on!" Qin Ming shouted coldly.

The man in black forced himself to say, "This place is chosen by the Sixth Prince, what do you think..."

"Don't use the Sixth Prince to pressure me. I, shadow Demon, if you are dissatisfied with anything, feel free to look for me!" Qin Ming glared at the black-clothed man. The aura of a Martial Spirit warrior pressed down on the black-clothed man.

A small Second Grade ore vein was nothing to the Martial Spirit. He didn't believe that Seventh Prince would offend a Martial Spirit warrior for a Second Grade ore vein.

"Let's get the hell out of here! Get lost now!" The man in black hurriedly picked up the sword that had fallen to the ground and left.

As for those unaffiliated Martial Cultivator, they were so scared that their bodies were trembling. This old man could kill whenever he wanted, and he was very temperamental. If he was unhappy and killed them all, who would they find to reason with?

"Why aren't you guys getting lost? Do you want me to treat you guys to tea?" Qin Ming turned around and shouted.

The group of Martial Cultivator immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

Qin Ming shook his head and began to inquire about the grade two Cloud Iron Ore.

The reason why he wanted to occupy the ore mine was to calm the disturbance in Liu City.

Only by occupying this place with his identity as a Martial Spirit would no one have any delusions about this place.

Also, didn't the Sixth Prince want to remove his father's position as City Lord for the sake of this ore mine?

Now that the mine was in his hands, it was time to see if the Sixth Prince would pay a huge price to remove his father's position.

After wandering around the mine, Qin Ming shook his head. This mine was just a small mine, it had no value to him at all.

"Forget it. It's not for the value of the mine itself. Let's set up the formation first! I don't want to steal the ores from the idle Martial Cultivator. "

Qin Ming took out the tools he had prepared from the Dimensional Ring and began to set up the protective formation.

He didn't care about the idle Martial Cultivator stealing the ores, but he was afraid that because of the benefits of these ores, the idle Martial Cultivator would swarm over.

These unaffiliated Martial Cultivator dared to do anything for the sake of benefits. Even though he had already announced that this place belonged to him, it was still better to use a formation to surround it.