"Now that madman still wants to use the disciple of the Sword God as a threat to come to Japan to ask for my martial art relic."

What?

"And this?"

Mo Wuya was shocked when he heard the sound.

No wonder, in the past few days, he found that the sword god has been in a bad mood, and it turned out to be because of this.

"I really didn't expect that there are such scumbags in today's national martial arts?"

"Afraid of the Sword God, but turned to attack the Sword God's disciples."

"Still taking hostages and forcing Sword God?"

"My generation of warriors should act frankly, how can we behave like such a villain?"

"Such a despicable person is destined to be difficult to become a master."

Mo Wuya said in a deep voice, his words were full of disdain and sullenness.

Mo Wuya was born in a rich martial arts family, and his father was one of the Six Pillar Kingdoms. He was a member of the three permanent council members of the Martial God Hall. He was proud and straightforward.

What he despises the most is the despicable people who achieve their personal goals through such villainous deeds.

Whatever you want, just come and pick it up in person.

Take it if you have the ability, and die if you don't.

Taking hostages is, after all, an act of a villain, which is despicable!

"Uncle Long, since your Sword God Palace governs Japanese martial arts, you can't just focus on the improvement of martial arts cultivation, but also pay more attention to the cultivation of Japanese martial artists' martial arts."

"Without faith, there is no strength, and without virtue, there is no martial arts!"

"The truly admirable strong man is not only strong in strength, but also strong in martial arts recuperation."

"So, you Japanese should really pay attention to Wude."

Mo Wuya spoke earnestly.

However, when Shi Yelong heard it, he looked at Mo Wuya with a strange expression: "That man belongs to your Huaxia."

What?

Mo Wuya's old face widened at that time.

It was as if a slap had been slapped on the face.

His face turned blue and white, and he was very embarrassed.

"What did you say?"

"That despicable person is we Chinese?"

Mo Wuya asked gloomyly.

Shi Yelong nodded and said, "Yes." JrNovels.com