While Ye Fan was heading to the Maple Sea, the aftermath of the West Lake tragedy that occurred in the land of Jiangbei still had not completely dissipated.
Every day, outside the Martial God Temple at the top of Yan Mountain, there were large numbers of Yanxia martial artists protesting and marching. They demanded that the Martial God Hall bring Ye Fan to justice, and give justice to the dead Yanxia powerhouse in Jiangbei.
However, this kind of protest, in fact, from the beginning is destined to end in vain.
Whether it is for a country or a nation, doing anything, it is all about profit.
When the payoff is greater than the gain, the country will naturally not do it.
Just like the disposal of Ye Fan this time, perhaps the Martial God Hall gave all its efforts and could have done to kill Ye Fan.
But, is it worth it?
The answer is obvious.
Even if Ye Fan was at fault, even if the Martial God Temple gave its all to really get rid of Ye Fan, all those dead Yanxia powerhouses would not be resurrected.
So, for the greater good, today's ending is, without a doubt, the best.
What's more, Ye Fan's killings in Jiangbei also happened for a reason.
In this case, the Martial God Hall naturally would be even less likely to go out of their way to capture and kill Ye Fan.
These things, many people can actually think about it.
But the people of Jiangbei were not willing, their friends and relatives died tragically, how could they allow Ye Fan to get away with it.
Especially Lu Ziming, he was the number one family in Jiangbei, with a clan population of hundreds of people, and now he was left to live alone.
At this moment, Lu Ziming, hate Ye Fan to death by a thousand cuts.
But these people hate, but they also know that with Ye Fan's strength, even if the entire Jiangdong martial artists are combined, they are not Ye Fan's enemy in one move.
Therefore, what they can do now is to hold public opinion hostage and put pressure on the Martial God Hall.
Let the God of War and the others capture and kill Ye Fan.
However, these people, Lu Ziming, had obviously overestimated their influence.
In front of absolute strength, what does the so-called public opinion count for?
Just like the Fist Emperor, he also wanted to follow the public opinion and kill Ye Fan.
But it was useless, the boxing emperor knew that his own strength, at most, was a tie with Ye Fan.
Defeating a sect master, killing a sect master is difficult.
Not to mention, the Fist Emperor might not even be able to defeat Ye Fan.
"Lord Fist Emperor, that Ye Fan deserves to die for his crimes~"
"Please, persuade the Sword Saint and the others again..."
At this time, Fist Emperor, dressed in gray robes, happened to come from under Yan Mountain.
After seeing Fist Emperor Mo Gucheng, Lu Ziming and the others, like people in the water who saw the straw, went crazy and came over directly.
Last time, the Lv family was able to get Lv Hua out of the martial court because of the energy of the Boxing Emperor.
So, this time, Lu Zi Ming naturally also put more hope on Mo Gucheng.
After all, Lu Zi Ming was also well aware of the grudge between Mo Gucheng and Ye Fan.
That Ye Fan had not only robbed the Fist King's son of his sealing quota, but had also slapped the Fist King in front of everyone's eyes.
Any fool could guess that, among the Martial God Hall, if the one who wanted to kill Ye Fan the most was Fist Emperor Mo Gucheng.
However, in the face of Lu Zi Ming and other Jiangdong people's worship, Mo Gucheng face expressionless.
He just gave them an indifferent look and then walked forward without looking back, ignoring them.
"Lord Boxer~"
"Lord Boxer, please, for the sake of my father's friendship with you for many years, help us Jiangbei one more time~"
Lu Zi Ming was reluctant and was still begging.
The Fist King suddenly stood still, his back turned to the crowd, the cold wind lifted his shirt and hunted in the wind.
After a short period of silence, Mo Kucheng's low voice, slowly sounded.
"I advise you all to die that heart."
"What the Martial God Hall has decided, you can't change even if you hold more public opinion hostage."
"Go back before it's too late, stay here, it's just a waste of time."
After saying that, the Fist Emperor got up and left, and soon disappeared from the sight of the crowd.
Behind him, Lu Ziming and a group of Jiangbei people, but the face like dead ashes.
"Could it be that the magnificent Yanxia can't even help a Jiangdong boy?"
Lu Ziming knelt down to the ground again, and looked up to the sky in tears.
At this moment, he only felt, their clan up and down hundreds of mouths of hatred, afraid that it is no longer difficult to revenge.
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When the Fist Emperor entered the Martial God Hall, the Sword Saint, Tang Hao and others were already there.
War God Ye Qingtian was also here.
"This group of people are really persistent."
"After so many days, they are still blocking the outside."
At this moment, Tang Hao was looking at the group of martial artists from Jiangbei below the mountain through the window, and suddenly said helplessly.
"What's so strange about that?"
"If your loved ones and friends fell, and the murderer is at large. It is estimated that your obsession would not be the slightest bit less than theirs." Mo Gucheng lifted his head and spoke coldly.
A few words, but it blocked Tang Hao from saying anything at all.
"You~"
"I can't fucking communicate with you." Tang Hao was so angry that he didn't bother to raise his voice with Mo Gucheng, turned his head and sat back down.
"Well, let's not mention the past."
"Jiangbei side, my Martial God Hall will also try to make up for it."
"In the next ten years, the resources of the entire Yanxia Martial Dao will be poured into Jiangbei."
"I believe that soon, there will be new strong people growing up in Jiangbei." With a few words, the Sword Saint ended the topic.
After saying this, Sword Saint turned on his computer.
Immediately after that, several photos appeared on the huge display in front of him.
The photo was a little blurry, but one could vaguely tell that it was a human figure traveling through the air at an extremely fast speed.
Moreover, several other photos, there is a similar one meter.
"This is..."
"Sealed Patriarch!"
"Not one yet?"
The moment he saw the photos, Mo Gucheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and in his eyebrows, there was a tremble of shock.
To walk through the air, this is almost the sign of a Seal Sovereign.
The martial arts master may also be able to do a short time in the air, but their strength and cultivation, is simply not able to do the royal air far away.
What's more, the scene in this photo in front of me was still high in the air at a distance of a hundred meters.
"Hmm." Sword Saint nodded, "War God and I also think that these people, should all be Sealed Sovereigns."
"But the photos were taken blurry, we can only determine that it is not our Yanxia Seal, as to what exactly it is, further investigation is needed."
Sword Saint spoke in a deep voice.
"Where is this?"
"Could it be within our Yanxia?"
"That is to say, a large number of foreign seals have infiltrated into my Yanxia?"
The Fist King suddenly tensed up, and his expression and tone of voice became much more serious.
The appearance of a foreign country's Sealed Patriarch within Yanxia's territory was almost equivalent to someone secretly sending nuclear weapons within the country's borders.
This is an important matter related to the safety and security of the country.
How could the Fist King be calm?
The Sword Saint shook his head and said, "It has not yet entered the territory of my Yanxia."
"These photos, they were all taken outside the national border."
"However, the shooting location is very close to my Yanxia's national border."
"Just in case, we have to be on guard."
"Hmm." Fist King and Tang Hao both nodded in unpleasant agreement, "The sudden appearance of so many sealed powerhouses around our country should indeed draw attention."
"Even if they are not coming for my Yanxia, we should investigate clearly, where these people come from, and their purpose."
Tang Hao said solemnly.
"This matter, let my son Wu Ya investigate."
"It just so happens that his injuries have also healed."
"Find some work for him, more experience, grow some experience."
Before the Sword Saint and the others could arrange the candidates, Fist Emperor Mo Gucheng was already pushing his son Mo Wu Ya out.
"Well, that's good."
"Wu Ya is a good kid, more experience and more opportunities."
"With experience and achievements, later also praise the seal." Sword Saint nodded, Tang Hao and they all did not say anything.