"Okay, you arrogant boy!"

"How dare you insult me ​​like this?"

"Say I'm not qualified?"

"It's better to say I'm bullshit?"

"It's so ridiculous!"

Under the Sword God Palace, Mo Wuya's old face was ashen and his eyes were full of anger.

The surging sound is just like a sword.

With cold eyes, he looked straight at the boy in front of him.

The angry words burst out loud.

"Do you understand martial arts?"

"Do you know the Temple of War?"

"Have you ever met the Six Pillar Kingdoms?"

"You, I'm afraid you have never seen a powerful master before, and you dare to speak so arrogantly?"

Mo Wuya was fierce and angry.

He is full of pride and chill.

The clanging sound was like gold and stone, raging all directions.

"For so many years, I have traveled across China and traveled to various countries."

"The martial arts masters of all countries treat me courteously, and the president of all countries greets me."

"The King of Fighters is my father, the God of War, and the Sword Saint is my uncle."

"The six pillars of China have given me the kindness of teaching."

"I come and go freely in the Temple of War God!"

"I am the only one who is in the state of the pillar!"

"In the future, I will become a title and enter the Temple of the God of Martial God!"

"You unknown junior, ignorant, who gave you the courage to offend me?"

Under the hall, Mo Wuya's anger was like thunder.

Rolling thunder swept through the river of heaven.

Under Mo Wuya's power, Suzumiya Eiyue's pretty face immediately turned pale.

The strong man here was also shocked and full of fear.

A son of the King of Fighters is so majestic.

So how strong should China’s six pillars of powerhouses be?

"Huaxia is worthy of being the number one martial arts power in East Asia."

"The martial arts power of the whole world can compete with it, probably only the martial arts of the EU and the United States."

Everyone was filled with emotion.

At this time, they undoubtedly clearly felt the huge gap between Japanese martial arts and Chinese martial arts.

If you want to make up for this gap, you may have to wait until the rebirth of the Yuedu God.

But while everyone was trembling, Ye Fan was extremely calm in the face of the anger in Mo Wuya's heart.

He looked calm, neither afraid nor afraid.

After Mo Wuya finished speaking, Ye Fan shook his head and sneered.

"You've said a lot."

"But, so what?"

"I don't even care about your father, let alone you?"

The indifferent voice has a majesty and domineering attitude that despise the world.

It’s as if all things in this world, all living beings, cannot get into Ye Fan’s eyes.

Yes, this is Chu Tianfan's pride!

Be proud of the world and not afraid of sentient beings!

This is the confidence and majesty given to Ye Fan by the Book of Yundao.

"Boy, are you looking for death?"

Mo Wuya was almost blown up by Ye Fan.

All the rage in my chest was full of anger.

He thought that if he showed his identity as the son of the King of Fighters, this junior would kneel down and beg for mercy.

However, Mo Wuya never expected that the young man in front of him would be so arrogant.

Facing his monstrous background, he only replied with one sentence, so what?

He also said that even his father didn't take it seriously.

Damn it!

I'll go, damn?

Are you too pretentious?

Mo Wuya was so angry that his old face turned blue and his eyes twitched.

He has seen countless people in his life.

However, this is the first time I have met someone as pretentious as Ye Fan!

It's simply life or death.

"Since that's the case, there's nothing to talk about."

"Boy, I gave you a chance, you missed it yourself."

"Next, I can only do the way for heaven and kill you, the madman!"

"Give the sword god and the Japanese martial arts, an explanation!"

Huh ~

After the words fell, Mo Wuya's eyes suddenly became cold.

The next moment, his power exploded, and the storm swept through, bringing up dust.

Then, he clenched his palms and punched him hard, and then smashed him down at Chu Yun.

The fierce fist force exploded with a sound.

The powerful punch, like Mount Tai, smashed in the direction of Ye Fan in anger.

Seeing this, Ye Fan shook his head: "You still call yourself the son of the King of Fighters?"

"Just this boxing technique is too slow."

With a chuckle, Ye Fan stepped on his foot, moved his body, and walked around in a leisurely manner, and avoided Mo Wuya's attack.

Boom ~

There was only a dull sound.

The heavy punch landed, bringing dust all over the sky.

Mo Wuya's full force attack fell into the empty space.

"Boy, don't be proud."

"This is just the first punch."

"You rely on luck to hide."

"But what about the second punch and the third punch?"

"Do you really think you can have such good luck every time?"

Facing Ye Fan's words, Mo Wuya was not angry at all.

He picked up his fist and smashed it at Ye Fan again.

Bang bang bang ~

Several punches were blown up almost in one go.

The fierce fist force shook the birds in the distant forest.

However, facing Mo Wuya's attack like a storm, Ye Fan still smiled calmly.
To be continued...