"Trumen's booth is very large this time, and they are fighting with martial arts from other countries at the same time."

"As long as we prolong the time front, we might not be able to thwart Cha Truman's ambitions and plans!"

Ye Qingtian said in a deep voice.

"What?"

"Back to Jiangdong?"

"Lao Ye, are you sure you're not joking?"

"The sacred place of martial arts in Yanxia is Yanshan Mountain!"

"The highest authority in Yanxia is the Martial God Palace!"

"Even if we stick to it, we should also guard Yanshan Mountain and Yanxia Martial Palace, instead of guarding Jiangdong for Ye Fan!"

The King of Fighters was surprisingly angry when he heard this.

Obviously Yanshan is the symbol of martial arts in Yanxia, ??but now, Ye Qingtian asked them to give up Yanshan and guard the Jiangdong land that does not obey orders.

If it gets out in the future, what will others think?

It is bound to think that the land of Jiangdong is the sacred place of martial arts in Yanxia, ??and Ye Fan's status is even higher than that of their Martial God Hall.

What's more, everyone in the world knows that Ye Fan and Wushen Temple are at odds.

Now they are going to Jiangdong. In the eyes of outsiders, they are incompetent in the Martial God Temple, and they fled to Jiangdong to seek shelter from a dead person.

If word spread, their Martial God Hall, Juggernaut, King of Fighters, and the others will undoubtedly be completely reduced to the laughing stock of martial arts in the world.

This is naturally unacceptable to Juggernaut and King of Fighters.

"Is it still time to consider these false names?"

"Are you going to kill my last hope of Yanxia Martial Dao for these false names?"

Ye Qingtian also became angry, and his deep angry voice echoed.

At this time, behind them, the hundreds of Yan Xia warriors were all silent.

They are like the only remaining soldiers after the war, waiting for their general to make the final decision.

And the general's decision will completely determine the life and death of these people.

"Hahaha"

"hope?"

"Ye Qingtian, do you really think that there is still hope for you Yanxia?"

Suddenly, at the foot of Yanshan Mountain, there was a majestic laughter.

Ye Qingtian and the others shuddered and turned their heads to look.

Under Yanshan Mountain, people from the Trumen rushed up again.

And this time, more people from Truman came. JrNovels.com