"People's hearts have changed, and everyone in the world has become impetuous."

"How can today's warriors still have the slightest bit of martial arts heart?"

"Martial arts is dead, but people's hearts are not as old as they used to be."

The old man sighed sadly.

Ye Qingtian was undoubtedly even more confused: "Old sir, what happened?"

"What happened again?"

The old man replied: "What else can happen? It's just that people's hearts have changed. Everyone is thinking about how to escape. Naturally, no one is practicing or thinking about how to become stronger."

"You asked me just now where all the powerful men in the Martial Arts Temple have gone."

"I can tell you that some are building spaceships, some are looking for connections and connections, hoping to get a few more places to move to Mars, and some are looking for fun and enjoying the last moment of peace. "

"Martial arts is dead. Now no one is willing to suffer and practice."

"They are all thinking about how to protect themselves in the end."

"Looking at your age, you are not very old. If you have a way, please start moving around quickly."

"Give the high-level personnel responsible for the doomsday survival plan some money, some gold, silver, beautiful women, etc. If you like them, maybe you can get a boat ticket at the end of the world."

The old man sighed and said from the side.

But Ye Qingtian couldn't help being stunned.

He didn't expect that this would be the case now.

Back then, when the World Martial Arts Alliance decided to focus more on the doomsday survival plan, Ye Qingtian knew it.

However, he only thought that these were matters in the secular world, and the martial arts world could at most provide some support, while more energy should be put on cultivation.

As a warrior, you should never give up until the last moment.

However, Ye Qingtian never expected that after half a year of seclusion, he would end up like this when he returned to the martial arts world.

The Martial Arts Temple is the holy land of Yanxia martial arts.

But even in this kind of place, all the warriors have left. Those who didn't get a quota have to find connections to get a quota for the doomsday immigrants.

Those who get the quota will live in a state of intoxication, willing to degenerate and enjoy the last warmth.

Even the Martial Arts Temple is like this, let alone the martial arts in the places below.

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