Chapter: 6798
If this is the case, then what is the effort he made in the first half of his life?
A great sense of irony and sadness suddenly came to my heart.
He swayed, almost falling to the ground.
However, Zhang Jiuling on the other end of the phone had already hung up.
He sent an order to Jiangbei Budao to cut off all ties with Wushen Temple, and ordered to refuse to carry out all orders of Wushen Temple.
"Everyone, follow me to the east, and join Jiangdong Budao on the top of Yunding Mountain!"
Long night, cool night wind.
Zhang Jiuling's deep voice echoed here for a long time.
However, when the warriors in Jiangbei heard these words, their hearts were still trembling.
"Elder Zhang, we really don't care about the Martial God Hall?"
"The Martial God Hall is the symbol of our hot summer martial arts."
"Once the Martial God Hall is destroyed, will the foundation of my Yanxia Martial Arts no longer exist?"
"Once Zhu Guo dies, who else can support my Yan Xia martial arts?"
"My Yanxia Martial Arts, by then there will be no hope at all!"
Among the crowd, many people who cherish the heart of serving the country with fists can't help but ask sadly.
Zhang Jiuling didn't answer in a hurry, but raised his head, looked across the rushing Yellow River in front of him, and looked at the land of Jiangdong, which was close at hand.
"Who said there is no foundation?"
"Who says there's no hope?"
"Who said that if the Martial God Hall fell, I, Yanxia Martial Arts, would fall?"
"As long as we can last until that person arrives."
"The flames of my hot summer martial arts will never go out!"
"Please believe in my judgment, the one who can determine the life and death of my Yan Xia Martial Dao is not in Yanshan, let alone the Martial God Palace."
"It's in Jiangdong, under Yunding Mountain!"
Zhang Jiuling clenched his palms tightly, his eyes burning.
The powerful voice echoes across thousands of miles.
Just like that, under the leadership of Zhang Jiuling and Lu Ziming, the warriors from Jiangdong crossed the Yellow River mightily.
Straight into the land of Jiangdong!
At the same time, on the shore of the East China Sea, on a luxurious and huge cruise ship, the three giants of Truman gathered here.
The leader is the old master of Chumen Mountain, Chu Yuan.
The ones who separated Chu Yuan from left and right were Tang Yun, the current head of the Chu Clan, and Chu Tianqi, the current head of the Chu Family. JrNovels.com
A great sense of irony and sadness suddenly came to my heart.
He swayed, almost falling to the ground.
However, Zhang Jiuling on the other end of the phone had already hung up.
He sent an order to Jiangbei Budao to cut off all ties with Wushen Temple, and ordered to refuse to carry out all orders of Wushen Temple.
"Everyone, follow me to the east, and join Jiangdong Budao on the top of Yunding Mountain!"
Long night, cool night wind.
Zhang Jiuling's deep voice echoed here for a long time.
However, when the warriors in Jiangbei heard these words, their hearts were still trembling.
"Elder Zhang, we really don't care about the Martial God Hall?"
"The Martial God Hall is the symbol of our hot summer martial arts."
"Once the Martial God Hall is destroyed, will the foundation of my Yanxia Martial Arts no longer exist?"
"Once Zhu Guo dies, who else can support my Yan Xia martial arts?"
"My Yanxia Martial Arts, by then there will be no hope at all!"
Among the crowd, many people who cherish the heart of serving the country with fists can't help but ask sadly.
Zhang Jiuling didn't answer in a hurry, but raised his head, looked across the rushing Yellow River in front of him, and looked at the land of Jiangdong, which was close at hand.
"Who said there is no foundation?"
"Who says there's no hope?"
"Who said that if the Martial God Hall fell, I, Yanxia Martial Arts, would fall?"
"As long as we can last until that person arrives."
"The flames of my hot summer martial arts will never go out!"
"Please believe in my judgment, the one who can determine the life and death of my Yan Xia Martial Dao is not in Yanshan, let alone the Martial God Palace."
"It's in Jiangdong, under Yunding Mountain!"
Zhang Jiuling clenched his palms tightly, his eyes burning.
The powerful voice echoes across thousands of miles.
Just like that, under the leadership of Zhang Jiuling and Lu Ziming, the warriors from Jiangdong crossed the Yellow River mightily.
Straight into the land of Jiangdong!
At the same time, on the shore of the East China Sea, on a luxurious and huge cruise ship, the three giants of Truman gathered here.
The leader is the old master of Chumen Mountain, Chu Yuan.
The ones who separated Chu Yuan from left and right were Tang Yun, the current head of the Chu Clan, and Chu Tianqi, the current head of the Chu Family. JrNovels.com
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