"I am a great warrior. If I don't work hard and strive for progress, I have fallen like this. How can I be worthy of this warrior status?"

"no!"

"I will never allow this martial arts world to deteriorate like this again."

Ye Qingtian suddenly became angry and said harshly.

But the old man was not optimistic about him: "Hey... it's useless, the general environment is like this. Since the end is inevitable, what's the use of working hard?"

"Everyone has given up. The only goal is to think about how to escape."

"Everyone in this world has become a deserter."

"Look more at the mountains, rivers and world in front of you. Ten years later, everything will be reduced to the past."

The old man walked away as he spoke.

Holding a broom, I swept the stairs of Yanshan Mountain step by step.

It's like saying goodbye to old friends one by one.

Seeing such a scene, Ye Qingtian felt very unhappy in his heart.

He sat in the Martial Arts Temple for a whole day, and it wasn't until night that the little boxing king Mo Wuya arrived, smelling of alcohol.

Mo Wuya originally came to the Martial Temple to get something, but after entering, he only found the God of War sitting alone in the main hall.

The back view was desolate and desolate.

"Uncle Ye...Uncle Ye?"

The little boxing king Mo Wuya was shocked.

At first he thought he had seen a ghost.

It wasn't until I took a closer look that I realized that the person sitting there was actually Ye Qingtian, the God of War.

Snapped!

Ye Qingtian slapped him at that time.

Mo Wuya covered his face and fell to the ground.

His eyes were full of doubts and grievances: "Uncle Ye, what's wrong with me? Why did you hit me?"

Mo Wuya almost cried.

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