It's just a pity that Qin Ming doesn't need followers now.
When many martial artists expressed their desire to follow him before, he refused, and these things have long been rumored.
Amid the sighs of the warriors, Qin Ming had already rushed in front of the purple-clothed warrior.
It's not right to say that he rushed over by force, because after seeing Qin Ming's powerful strength, the two thousand warriors no longer dared to stop him and made way for a passage.
After all, the fighters who blocked him in front of him ended so badly. They just took a little black stone from the Queyang tribe, and they couldn't afford to leave their lives here.
Especially when Yunqingya was destroyed, Queyang was killed, and Qin Ming led warriors to attack the Queyang tribe.
Even Queyang is dead, and it doesn't matter whether the tribe will survive in the future. Naturally, they will not work hard for the Queyang tribe.
Their lives are their own, and they can cultivate to the true dragon level. These warriors all know how to choose, and none of them are fools.
Therefore, the two thousand true dragon realm warriors, like a mob, were directly pierced by Qin Ming, and came to the purple-clothed warriors behind them.
Seeing the warriors take the initiative to open a passage for Qin Ming, the purple-clothed warrior cursed, "You guys who eat inside and out, feed you on weekdays, provide delicious food and drink, but at the critical moment, you are betraying the tribe. It's really not a thing. "
"You trash, these inferior people..."
He wanted to scold again, but at this time Qin Ming had already come in front of him, and his fists had already hit his distorted face.
Qin Ming's fist didn't have the slightest momentum, so the purple-clothed warrior only felt fear, but didn't feel a strong sense of oppression.
He wanted to dodge, he understood that although Qin Ming's attack looked lacklustre, it was definitely not that simple.
Otherwise, the blocking of two thousand warriors would not be blasted away like a broken bamboo.
Just as he was about to hide, he felt that the air became extremely thick and his movements slowed down significantly.
A strong sense of oppression hit him, as if a mountain was above his head.
boom……
His fist was close to his body, blood splashed on his purple clothes. He was just a warrior in the late stage of True Dragon Realm. Qin Ming easily killed him without exerting much force.
Even compared to many ordinary late-stage true dragon realm warriors, this purple-clothed warrior is far inferior.
This also proves that not all warriors directly belonging to the family are stronger than ordinary warriors.
There are still many warriors who are content with enjoying themselves, their strength is stronger than ordinary warriors who have no power support and only rely on their own cultivation.
After killing the purple-clothed warrior, Qin Ming's aura became stronger, and the warriors were even more convinced.
After the two thousand warriors found the purple-clothed warrior dead, they retreated slowly and fled in all directions.
Their predecessors were ordinary warriors who joined the Queyang tribe and worked for Queyang for a little black stone.
If they are really strong, they can join the forces of the city, or they are regarded as confidantes by Queyang and focus on training them. How can they be reduced to guarding the tribe and doing some chores?
The real confidantes of Queyang looked down on them and yelled at them all day long.
So when the real crisis of the Queyang tribe came, their first consideration was not how to keep the Queyang tribe, but their own interests, so that their lives would not be threatened.
After seeing Qin Ming's powerful strength, he would naturally choose to retreat, and he also knew that this time the Queyang tribe was probably doomed.