After a long silence, the man suddenly raised his head and whispered, with endless heaviness in his words.

In the turbid eyes, there were faint tears flickering.

Yes, this person is none other than Ye Qingtian who confronted the Sword Master that day on the top of Yanshan Mountain.

Ye Qingtian, who had calmed down, also realized that in the overall situation, the Juggernaut's actions were not wrong.

The biggest mistake is that today's Yanxia Martial Arts is not strong enough.

If Yanxia also has a strong man in the divine realm, why should he be afraid of the Chu family?

If martial arts flourishes in Yanxia, ??how can they not protect the youths of their own country?

"shelter?"

"My dragon master, why do you need other people's protection."

"He alone is enough to not be afraid of all wind and rain."

"Also, who said that there is no divine realm in Yanxia Martial Arts?"

"In a few years, my dragon master will be Yan Xia's mentally strong man."

"By the way, I also abducted that godly man from the neighboring country to be Yan Xia's daughter-in-law."

When Ye Qingtian's heart was heavy, not far behind, there were a few cheerful words of laughter.

Ye Qingtian's whole body trembled suddenly.

Then, he turned around sharply.

Then I saw that at the end of the Tianhe River, there were several tall and mighty figures, carrying the setting sun on their backs, facing the sky and the earth, striding forward.

The leader, with delicate features and a thin body, had a different and bright smile on his harmless face.

Like, a general returning from victory; also like, a monarch who dominates the Milky Way.

The aura of the strong men with five titles, just like that, suddenly came to the hot summer!

Who said that this is not the best era of hot summer.

The era when he was there was the era of Yanxia Martial Dao's heyday in Spring and Autumn.

"Ye...Ye Fan?"

Looking at the familiar and thin figure in the distance, Ye Qingtian was immediately stunned.

Not only Ye Qingtian, but all the Jiangdong bigwigs who came to pay Ye Fan's funeral were stunned on the spot.

One by one, they stared at each other, like watching a ghost.

Ye Qingtian even suspected that he had misread for a while, had hallucinations, and kept rubbing his eyes with his hands.

However, after rubbing and rubbing, the figures in front of him were still there, and they were getting closer and closer.

Until, the familiar words belonging to Ye Fan quietly sounded in Ye Qingtian's ears.

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