Yuan Chenglong vomited blood and tried to climb down, but found that his whole body was broken and he couldn't move at all.

He wanted to die.

For a martial artist, the most important thing is not life, but fist and strength.

Looking at him like this, even if he can connect his muscles and bones, he will become a crippled person in the future, and he will not be able to continue his cultivation.

He hated Ye Wudao deeply.

Pooh!

He gathered up all the strength and spit out a mouthful of blood at Ye Wudao: "Ye, you will die, you must die!"

Ye Wudao easily escaped, sneering again and again: "How can you let me die just like you are a waste now?"

"Could it be that there is energy behind you?"

"It should be, otherwise, how could you, a waste person, become the president of the Martial Arts Association. Tell me, who supported you."

The person who can operate the position of the head of the martial arts association behind the scenes must not be an ordinary person.

At least, it should be able to sit on an equal footing with Ye Wudao.

Ye Wudao is very curious, who is so bold.

He secretly made up his mind that even if the old country lord secretly shielded Yuan Chenglong today, he must clear it up.

Otherwise, Daxia Wufeng will never be right.

Yuan Chenglong showed a little bit of arrogance: "If I guessed correctly, you should be a handsome man."

Ye Wudao nodded: "That's right."

Yuan Chenglong: "God and handsome, so majestic, he is known as one person under ten thousand people."

"But have you ever thought that there is still one person left between you and the old king."

Ye Wudao said curiously: "Oh, tell me, who is it? Maybe the other party can really save your life."

Yuan Chenglong: "Old Prime Minister!"

Old Prime Minister!

To be honest, Ye Wudao was quite surprised by the old prime minister.

The old prime minister was a veteran of the three dynasties.

Before Ye Wudao was born, the old prime minister had already assisted the king.

After the post-shenshuai ascended the throne, the old prime minister abdicated.

To a certain extent, Shenshuai is a substitute for the old prime minister.

The status of the two is equal.

But in terms of qualifications, the god-handling is definitely not as good as the old prime minister.

Ye Wudao could never have imagined that such a loyal and loyal minister was actually Yuan Chenglong's protective umbrella.

However, Ye Wudao had already made up his mind before, even if he was the lord of the country, he would cut grass and roots today.

Not to mention the old prime minister.

Ye Wudao said solemnly: "Let the old prime minister come to see me immediately."

Yuan Chenglong said in a low voice, "You're crazy. The old prime minister's qualifications are much higher than yours. Do you want the old prime minister to see you in person?"

"Even if I agree, can the hundreds of millions of people in Daxia agree?"

Ye Wudao: "If you want to die, you don't have to call."

Seeing the murderous intent in Ye Wudao's eyes, Yuan Chenglong was frightened, so he obediently called.

God Shuai is crazy now, and will kill him if he disagrees.

As a result, the call was just over and hung up.

Yuan Chenglong frowned: "What's the situation?"

"Yuan Chenglong, why are you looking for this old man?" A deep and vicissitudes voice suddenly came from the side.

Ye Wudao and Yuan Chenglong immediately looked over and found that it was the old prime minister.

He didn't know when he came to the scene.

The old prime minister was dressed in commoner clothes, with gray hair and beard, holding a cane in his hand, trembling and weak, looking no different from an ordinary old man.

As soon as the old prime minister opened his mouth, the onlookers also recognized him.

So the crowd knelt down like a flood.

"We pay homage to the old prime minister."

The old country Xiangchong smiled kindly at the crowd: "Everyone, don't be too polite. I have abdicated, and now I am a commoner, so there is no need to kneel to me."

The crowd slowly calmed down.

Ye Wudao also bowed slightly to the old prime minister: "Old prime minister, long time no see."

The old state minister patted Ye Wudao on the shoulder: "When I abdicated back then, you were still young, but now you are much more mature and stable, not bad, not bad."

Ye Wudao smiled elegantly: "The old country's prime minister is wrong."

After all, the old prime minister is a hero of the Great Xia Dynasty, and there is still no conclusive evidence to prove that the old prime minister and the president of the martial arts association are in the same boat, so Ye Wudao still respects the old prime minister. JrNovels.com