C762 A Lot of People Died
C762 A Lot of People Died
"No." Qin Ming picked up the teacup, took a sip and said.
All the Martial Cultivator in the teahouse were startled when they heard Qin Ming's words. The woman was also a little stunned. After which, she smiled and sat down in front of Qin Ming.
"How can there be a man in this world who doesn't understand the style?" The woman rolled her eyes. She seemed to be blaming him, but at the same time, she also seemed to be aggrieved.
Raising his head, Qin Ming swept a glance at the girl. He didn't show any shock because of the girl's stunning appearance. He said indifferently, "What is it?"
"You are too ruthless. Do you know how many people have died in order to find you?" Although the woman's voice was flat, Qin Ming could hear a faint trace of resentment in her voice.
"Many people have died? They came to find me?" Qin Ming stared at the girl doubtfully, waiting for her to explain.
The moment the girl got close to the tavern, Qin Ming knew. After all, the girl was also a Martial Sovereign. The energy of heaven and earth on her body was as dazzling as a bright lamp in the dark night.
How could a woman not go? She just happened to come to the teahouse that he was sitting in. It was obvious that she was looking for him for something.
As for this woman, from top to bottom, there was an indescribable smell that made him vigilant.
If Qin Ming didn't make a wrong judgment on this smell, she wasn't from this continent, she should be from Yuan Continent.
The woman stared at Qin Ming and stroked her hair. A trace of sadness flashed across her eyes. "Actually, I am not from this continent's Martial Cultivator."
"Yes." Looking at the woman, Qin Ming nodded his head and agreed with her words, "You are a Martial Cultivator from the Yuan Continent. If there is anything, just say it!"
At the same time, Qin Ming was secretly on guard. His hands under the table tightly clenched into fists. The energy of heaven and earth gathered, ready to attack at any time.
Qin Ming of Yuan Continent! In his previous life, there were many grudges, but in this life, Qin Ming had never been there.
The only one who had grudges with him was the mysterious Scorpion Force.
Qin Ming didn't feel any killing intent from this girl, otherwise, he wouldn't be sitting here calmly.
When the girl heard Qin Ming's words, she was startled. Qin Ming's tone was very certain, but he wasn't surprised by the fact that she came from Yuan Continent. Clearly, he had already guessed it.
This made her feel slightly surprised. How did Qin Ming guess it?
"Since you know that I'm from the Yuan Continent, you should know that passing through the Sea of Despair isn't easy." The woman said slowly as she touched the teacup in her hand.
"Of course." Qin Ming nodded and said, "Sea of Despair, the probability of passing the Martial Sovereign is less than 10%. You are very lucky to be able to survive."
"Do you know that eight disciples from different sects have died in Sea of Despair?" Although the girl's voice was pleasant to hear, it couldn't hide the sadness in her heart, and there was a faint fog in her eyes.
Qin Ming puked lightly. "Nine of you have come, eight have died, and one has survived. All of you are very lucky."
Nine of you have died, and one of you is truly lucky. In the Sea of Despair, if it was an ordinary Martial Cultivator, it would be considered not bad if one of the twenty could survive.
According to Qin Ming's understanding, there were about a thousand ships sent out from the Yuan Continent each time, and it would be difficult for even one ship to return in the end.
Some of them had successfully passed through the Sea of Despair and stayed in the other continents, while others had been destroyed in the Sea of Despair when they returned.
The difficulty of crossing the Sea of Despair was truly depressing. Perhaps, this was the origin of the name of the Sea of Despair.