On the other side, a group of dragon gods who had been waiting in Jingzhou for orders suddenly got an order and immediately set off for the Trumen Mountain.

On this day, Tang Hao and the Juggernaut from the Valkyrie Temple set off at the same time!

"Going to Truman, you must pay attention to safety."

"If there is an accident, let me know immediately."

"As for Ye Fan's matter, we can discuss it after you come back."

Outside the Valkyrie Hall, God of War and others saw him off here.

The wedding date of the young master of the Chu family has come, so the Martial God Palace will naturally send people to the banquet.

Originally, the chosen candidates were the King of Fighters and Tang Hao.

However, unexpected events happened, and the King of Fighters could no longer go there. Tang Haoruo went alone and there was no one to help him, so he had no choice but to go with the Juggernaut.

"Um."

"God of War, the King of Fighters, please take care of me."

On the top of Yanshan Mountain, Ye Qingtian, the Chinese God of War, is dressed in fluttering white clothes, elegant and elegant, standing proudly on the top of the world.

In front of him, Juggernaut and Tang Hao said goodbye one by one.

Then, board the transoceanic plane that has long been waiting on Yanshan Mountain.

Set sail, Truman Mountain!

His Royal Highness, Ye Qingtian stood for a long time.

Watching off the powerhouses of China's two major pillar countries, they slowly went away.

But in his heart, there was a kind of uneasiness, which gradually became stronger with the departure of the Juggernaut and others.

I don't know why, but Ye Qingtian always feels that something big is going to happen in this martial arts world.

"Hope, all is well."

Ye Qingtian said in a low voice, the breeze in the mountains blew his clothes up, making a rustling sound.

In the distance, the Milky Way is long and windy.

The God of War stands proudly on the top of the mountain, like a night watchman, silently watching over the world!

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In the luxurious and solemn palace, a man, wearing a golden royal robe, stood quietly in front of the huge French windows.

The vodka in his hand exudes a rich and mellow aroma.

It's just that this person's ecstatic and quiet look seemed to be waiting for something.

Finally, a person walked into the main hall, bowed to him and said, "Report to Emperor Aaron, the Chinese side has already set off." JrNovels.com