"It doesn't matter whether this Chu Tianfan deserves to be number one on this day's list, but he has been dead for many years."

"He died under the eyes of those old fellows in the Martial God Temple."

"Looking at the fall of the most outstanding talented juniors in our country, I guess those old guys were bleeding at the time!"

"Hahaha.."

"No matter how uncomfortable it is, don't you dare not move?"

"At that time, we were very happy when we saw it!"

King Flora and the others gloated about the past.

Chu Tianfan, this name that once made countless people fearful.

Now, when it is mentioned again from the people of martial arts, it has become a distant past and a history that cannot be changed.

Talking about a dead person is naturally calm!

boom!

However, when the titled masters of the Buddha Palace were reminiscing and chatting, the door of the main hall was suddenly pushed open.

Then, a one-armed man covered in blood rushed in, dragging his broken body.

"Fentian?"

Seeing the person coming, King Foluo and others were shocked and sat up in surprise.

"What... what's going on here?"

"How did you get it like this?"

King Flora and others immediately questioned.

Although because of his personality, Fen Tian's popularity in the Buddha Palace is not very good.

But after all, it is the title of India, and now that his compatriots have suffered such serious injuries, King Flora and the others are naturally frightened and worried.

"Something has happened."

"He...he's back."

"He's not dead!"

"That damned guy, he's still alive!"

Fen Tian leaned against the table and sat down.

The blood on his body stained the long table in front of him red.

Facing the rulers of the Indian Martial Arts in front of him, Fen Tian spoke viciously with a pale and resentful face.

"Who isn't dead?"

"Speak clearly!"

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