"This curse first killed the pillar of China, and then killed all the martial artists in Jiangbei."
"The crimes committed by this son, can be said to determine the waves of the East Sea, the flow of evil is difficult to end. The bamboo of the South Mountain is exhausted, also book sin endless!"
"As the leader of martial arts in China, how can you harbor him?"
"If you still have the martial arts of China in your heart, you should join me and exterminate this son!"
At the top of Yan Mountain, the Fist Emperor spoke in an angry voice. The veins on his forehead were rippling, and his words were full of resentment and anger.
However, who would have thought that just at the moment when these words of the Fist Emperor fell.
The young man in front of him, but a rebuke: "I put your grandmother's legs!"
Boom~
As the words fell, Ye Fan immediately slapped out with a palm.
How fast is the speed of Ye Fan's move?
One second, the crowd was still listening to the generous speech of the boxing emperor.
But in the next second, the huge palm print under Ye Fan had already gathered into shape.
With an unstoppable momentum, it directly pasted towards where the Fist King was.
Too fast!
Not to mention the boxing emperor, even the war god noticed Ye Fan's attack, it was already too late.
And then, only to hear a scream.
The boxing emperor was directly incited by Ye Fan's palm fly out.
His body, which was hundreds of pounds, was like a flying ball, smashing into countless mountains, rocks, grass and trees along the way, and finally smashing into the ruins.
"This... This..."
For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded.
The people of Yan Mountain were all dumbfounded, looking at Ye Fan in front of them like a ghost.
They never thought that this Ye Fan would be so bold.
In front of the Martial God's Hall, facing a group of powerful sealers, it was enough that he did not know to fear and awe.
But now he even took the lead and directly incited the Fist Emperor to fly.
Of course, after being slapped away by Ye Fan, the Fist Emperor soon rushed out from the ruins.
"Bastard, you dare to sneak attack?"
"Today, I, the Fist Emperor, will not stop with you until death!"
Fist Emperor Mo Kucheng was in a mess, his clothes were torn, and half of his face had swollen into a pig's foot.
At this moment, the Fist Emperor was in a wretched state as if he was a defeated dog.
He roared, howled, and charged towards Ye Fan like crazy.
How many years?
Ever since he stepped into the seal and entered the Martial God Hall, he had never suffered such an insult?
Even when the Chu Sect invaded, he, Mo Gucheng, had never been in such a mess as he was now.
But now, a little boy had made him lose face in front of his home.
If I don't kill Ye Fan today, Mo Gucheng's heart will not be satisfied!
But, can you blame Ye Fan for being impulsive?
Since he entered Yanshan Mountain, this Mo Gucheng has been insulting Ye Fan repeatedly by talking about country boys and Chinese scum.
As the saying goes, even a mud man has three points of fire.
Even if Ye Fan was good-tempered, he would not allow others to insult him like this.
"Not killing you is already a great mercy to me."
"If you insult me again, the Japanese Dragon Master will wipe out your Mo family!"
Faced with the fist emperor's anger, Ye Fan crossed his eyebrows and spoke straightforwardly and angrily.
In his morose words, he did not give the Fist Emperor the slightest bit of face.
"You... You .... You have a big mouth, how dare you even dare to level my Mo family?"
Mo Gucheng was simply going to explode with anger by Ye Fan.
He never thought that this Ye Fan would be so arrogant at such a young age?
He even threatened to wipe out his Mo family?
When he thought of this, Mo Gucheng could be said to be burning with anger, his old eyes were red, and the attack in his hands was once again intense.
The two were about to fight again, but at the last moment they were once again stopped by the God of War.
"God of War, get out of my way!"
"Don't stop me, let me kill him."
"If I don't kill this son, it's hard to kill my hatred!"
Mo Gucheng was shaking with anger and roared with gritted teeth.
Looking at that stance, it seemed that if the War God stopped him again, he would even do it together with the War God.
"I told you, in the land of Yan Mountain, there is no room for fellow countrymen to kill each other."
"You stand down for now."
"I will handle Ye Fan's matter."
"Don't worry, if Ye Fan is at fault, if he is even more talented, this God of War will never forgive."
After all, Ye Qingtian was the strongest person in China.
The Fist Emperor is even more angry in his heart, but Ye Qingtian's face, he can not be denied, too.
"Hmph~"
"Good, God of War, I'll trust you this time."
"I would like to see, how you are fair to deal with."
The Fist Emperor coldly snorted, and immediately waved his sleeves and retreated.
Stand back with the Sword Saint and the others, and quietly watch the War God's disposal.
For a time, the entire Yan Mountain were suddenly silent.
No one spoke, only the breeze swept, green grass whispering.
After a long time, the War God's gloomy words broke the silence here.
"Ye Fan, don't you want to explain to me?"
"My Chinese martial dao gave you the title, gave you the glory, and sealed you as a heavenly pride without equal."
"I, Ye Qingtian, even have high hopes for you, hoping that after many years you can hold up the backbone of Huaxia."
"But what about you, is this how you repay me? Returning to the Martial God Hall? Return to China? Repay your motherland?"
"Kill the Pillar State Seal and destroy the Jiangbei group."
"What a great majesty of the Peerless Patriarch, huh?"
"The seven pillar states of my Martial God Hall have killed less than ten percent of you in the country for a hundred years, I'm afraid."
"Your hands are stained with the blood of so many compatriots, and you have no half guilt in your heart?"
"To me, Ye Qingtian has been wise for a lifetime, but I never thought that I would be wrong about you!"
Ye Qingtian looked at Ye Fan, and his low voice slowly sounded.
Those words were filled with disappointment and questioning of Ye Fan.
"Hahahaha~"
"Explanation?"
"Guilt?"
When Ye Fan heard this, he immediately laughed.
He looked up to the sky and laughed, his loud laughter sounding as if muffled thunder echoed.
The laughter was filled with endless sarcasm.
"War God, these words should be asked by me to you guys!"
"As soon as you guys came up, you accused me of destroying the Lu family, killing Lu Songliang, and sweeping the West Lake."
"But why didn't you guys ask me why I killed them?"
Ye Fan was full of cold smiles as he sternly scolded the question.
"First of all, the people of the Lu family, taking advantage of my suffering, deceiving my wife and children, harming my mother, encroaching on my Jiangdong foundation, don't they deserve to die?"
"As for that group of so-called Chinese martial artists, the Jiangbei giants, they were the ones who besieged and killed me again first."
"Now that they are suppressed by me under the West Lake, they are also to blame for their own incompetence!"
"And your Martial God Temple."
"When I was ordered to go to America, how did you, Ye Qingtian, promise to me?"
"But you said that the Martial God Temple would help me shelter my family."
"But what happened?"
"My mother has not recovered from her wounds, and my wife almost died after nine deaths."
"I came a few days later, my Jiangdong foundation will be destroyed!"
"I served my country outside, nine deaths, just want to contribute to the Chinese martial arts."
"And you can't protect my relatives, that's all, but also for the tiger to help the evil-doer, and now also harbor that Lu family father and son refused to hand over."
"Is this the Martial God Hall you're talking about?"
"This is the Martial God Temple you are talking about?"
"I have the country in my heart, but you have me in your heart!
Boom~
Ye Fan's voice was like thunder, every word resounded, as if gold and stone fell to the ground.
A proud cavity, full of ice cold eyes.
A number of questions, but also straight to ask the War God and other people's faces red, dumb!
Terrified, did not know how to answer?