"Let me apologize?"
Hearing what Tang Hao said, Ye Fan immediately let out a laugh in return.
That faint laugh was filled with ridicule and self-deprecation.
"What's wrong with me, Ye Fan?"
"On the contrary, it's you guys who have eyes without pearls, who don't distinguish between right and wrong, and who harbor villains."
"It is a great misfortune for the martial arts of China to be led by a group of foolish and pedantic people like you!"
"It is the great misfortune of my great China~"
At the top of Yan Mountain, Ye Fan's cold laughter could not stop echoing.
The majestic voice and hefty words were like a thunderstorm that exploded in heaven and earth.
The people present, after hearing Ye Fan's words, were all scared out of their wits.
Too cruel~
Ye Fan's words were too cruel.
Undoubtedly, he was pointing at the noses of the Sword Saint, Fist King and others.
Tang Hao pissed himself at that moment, the whole person was so anxious that he was about to cry out.
How could he not have imagined that, despite his good words, this Ye Fan not only didn't know how to restrain himself, but also became more aggressive and spouted such wild words.
"It's over~"
"Now things are completely out of control."
Tang Hao sighed, his old eyes were filled with despair and anxiety.
Sure enough, the moment Ye Fan's words fell, Fist Emperor Mo Gucheng directly exploded.
"Shut up, you country boy, how dare you talk nonsense?"
"You... You... How dare you dog!"
"How dare you speak out against us, the Pillar Kingdom?"
"You are also worthy!"
Mo Gucheng's old face turned iron as he pointed at Ye Fan's nose and cursed.
Not knowing whether it was because of anger or because of the insult, the entire person of the Pillar Kingdom was simply furious, and his entire body was shaking with anger.
After so many years, this was the first time they had heard that someone dared to insult and offend them like that.
Moreover, they also cursed so hard.
They said that they were ignorant and pedantic, and that they were the great misfortune of the martial arts of China.
Even the most good-tempered, being scolded to this extent, probably can not bear it.
What's more, the boxing emperor's temper is already bad.
The heart has long held a fire.
Now Ye Fan's words, is undoubtedly the fire in the boxing emperor's heart to completely ignite.
Under the voice of anger, the Fist Emperor's hand clenched into a fist, the body around the power surge, a majestic fist is about to viciously smash down.
However, at the critical moment, Tang Hao rushed over and held Fist Emperor Mo Gucheng.
"Boxing Emperor, calm down!"
"How can the land of Yanshan be stained with the blood of fellow countrymen?"
"Chinese pillar countries kill each other, and if word gets out, it will also inevitably make my Chinese Martial God Temple a joke to the world~"
"Fist Emperor, listen to the sword saint, must think twice, the big picture is important ah!"
Tang Hao hugged the Fist Emperor and advised him bitterly.
"Tang Hao, let go of him."
However, just as Tang Hao was blocking the Fist Emperor, the Sword Saint's ghostly words quietly rang out.
"Sword Saint, what are you?"
When Tang Hao heard this, he froze then, then turned his head to look at the Sword Saint at the side.
At this moment, the Sword Saint's face was as deep as water.
Underneath the majestic face, there was all the coldness surging.
"My Martial God Hall's patience, there is a limit."
"I gave him a chance, but he didn't know how to cherish it."
"Since that's the case, why should I give him face anymore?"
The Sword Saint shook his head and spoke slowly.
After saying that, the Sword Saint looked up at the teenager in front of him again.
"Ye Fan, right?"
"Other than Chu Tianfan who fell in the middle of the Japanese country's sea back then, you should be considered the first teenage seal that my Chinese Martial God Temple has enlisted."
"Before, I remembered your talent and talent, so I repeatedly tolerated what you did."
"However, my tolerance for you is in no way a capital that you can do whatever you want."
"The Fist King is right, if you have talent but no virtue, if you really have the potential to reach the top 10 of the Heavenly Ranking, it will not be beneficial to China, but rather a great scourge."
"If that's the case, why should I keep you in the martial arts of China?"
"Fist Emperor, as previously planned, strike."
"I order you to capture this son by thunderous means and imprison him in the martial arts prison."
"If he resists, kill him on sight!"
"But remember, leave his body intact."
"After all, he is someone who is valued by the War God, so consider it a little face for the War God."
The Sword Saint waved his hand, his icy words, as if a final judgment.
Directly to this world, he declared Ye Fan's death sentence.
"Hahahaha~"
"Sword Saint, it's long overdue!"
"This son is morally corrupt and treacherous, so he should be terminated as soon as possible while his wings are not yet abundant!"
"Otherwise, that is to raise a tiger as a problem."
"When his climate has become established, we will not be able to get rid of it even if we want to."
The Fist Emperor laughed, and then his body power burst out, directly shaking the Tang Hao beside him.
Boom~
Immediately afterwards, there was a loud sound.
The Fist Emperor Mo Gucheng stomped on the earth and immediately shot up into the sky.
The great power, all bloom.
Between the sky and the river, the Fist Emperor stood in the air, and his voice echoed with fury.
"Junior, the time for you to show off your power is over."
"This is the end!"
"Tonight, I will use your blood to pay tribute to those spirits who died at your hands on the West Lake."
Rumble~
At the top of Yan Mountain, the Fist Emperor's angry voice was like thunder.
At the same time, within a thousand meters, as if summoned by the power, like crazy towards the palm of the Fist Emperor can not stop converging.
The sky and rivers tremble, mountains and rivers are huge cracks.
The Fist Emperor's supreme might, no doubt at this time, unreservedly unleashed.
Too long.
The fist emperor has been at ease for too long.
Ever since the Chu Gate catastrophe, the Chinese martial art has experienced a long period of peace and stability.
The Fist Emperor, the Sword Saint and others, have not shown their majesty for decades.
The Fist Emperor had long been holding back his itch.
This time, for Mo Gucheng, it was undoubtedly a rare opportunity to show his might for decades.
Therefore, he naturally went all out.
He wanted to defeat Ye Fan in one blow to strengthen the might of the Martial God Hall.
At the same time, it also shows the world that the majesty of the Six Pillars of China is still there!
The once Six Seals of Huaxia are not yet old?
Also tell the world that the majesty of their Martial God Temple six pillar state, is never a rising star, can provoke and ignore.
Looking at the majestic and vast sound of the boxing emperor in front of him, Ye Fan still looked calm.
His eyebrows did not reveal any trepidation and gloom, instead, he shook his head and laughed.
"By now, do you still want to shelter them?"
"Martial God Hall? The Six Pillar Kingdom? But they don't even know right from wrong, after all, they are just like that."
"It's just that."
"If you are not willing to hand it over, then I will go and get it myself."
"Today, I will kill the Lu family."
"Those who stop me, die!"
Hoo~
The cold wind rolled, and between the rivers of the sky, there were chaotic leaves flying.
At this moment, the last bit of patience in Ye Fan's heart was finally gone.
Thanks to him, he still had expectations for the Martial God Hall before.
But now it seems that he took it for granted.
After all, they are a group of pedantic people, in their eyes, there is only face, only majesty, only the eldest and youngest respect, only the portal.
Such a Martial God Hall, why should he respect it?