"How did you alarm the top leaders of China?"

"So what if you disturb Ye Qingtian?"

"If he dares to stop me, my seven-foot Qingfeng will be able to kill him?"

"Eighteen years ago, I was defeated by Ye Qingtian!"

"It just so happened that I will get back the new and old hatreds together!"

Faced with everyone's advice, Wangyuehe was full of anger and said sternly.

"Senior brother, now is not the time to act voluntarily."

"You have not achieved your swordsmanship. Now that you go to China again, even if you really meet the Chinese war god Ye Qingtian, how likely will you win?"

"What's more, it's not worth it to trigger a martial arts war between the two countries for a country kid."

The two junior brothers of Wangyuehe tried hard to persuade him.

Wangyuehe immediately clenched his palms, his eyebrows and eyes turned red: "Can I, Wangyuehe, just watching my adopted son be killed by someone, and I will not be indifferent?"

"Senior brother, we are not asking you to sit idly. Instead, there is no need for you to take action in person."

"Just a country kid, how can you use a ox knife to kill a pig?"

"Ru Yun, a strong man under my Sword God Palace, sent one of the strong man below to travel to China to kill that Xiao Xiao."

"If you come forward in person, it will have a great impact."

"What's more, now is the critical period for you to practice swordsmanship for senior brother. You have been practicing hard for several years. Now, for an unknown child in China, you can interrupt your swordsmanship, which is not worth it."

The others persuaded each other again.

The sword god Wangyuehe calmed down: "Well, now, this is all we can do."

"But, who do you think should be sent?"

However, as soon as Wangyuehe's words fell, outside the room, a middle-aged man stepped out: "Father, son Hua Yingtian, please fight!"

What?

"Yingtian, are you going?"

“No need for this.”

"Just an unknown junior, how is it worth Yingtian, you go there in person?"

"You are the first disciple of my Sword God Palace. I asked you to deal with a country child, but it was useless."

The other two palace masters shook their heads repeatedly.

But the sword god Wangyuehe nodded and agreed: "Since you want to go, then go?"

"When you return, remember to bring Ye Fan's head back to pay tribute to your brother Yinglong's soul!"

"Boy, take the order!"

Hua Yingtian immediately clasped his fists and whispered, then stood up and left, preparing to travel to China!

That night.

China, the top of Yanshan Mountain.

A majestic palace, towering.

In front of the palace, there are several large words written on a huge door plaque with dragons and phoenixes dancing.

Yes, this is the location of the highest ruling institution of the Chinese martial arts world.

The Temple of Martial God, commands Chinese martial arts.

Internally, he is in charge of the power of Chinese warriors.

To the outside, it represents the entire Chinese martial arts world.

It can be, it is the official authority of the Chinese martial arts world.

The most powerful person in China, the God of War, Ye Qingtian, is one of the hall masters of the Temple of the God of War and the leader of the six pillars of China.

At this time, a piece of news came in from the Temple of the Martial Gods.

"At the border of China, the traces of Hua Yingtian, the disciples of the Japanese sword god, who were the Moon River, were found."

"This person has never entered our country's borders!"

"I am afraid that there is any intention to enter the country without applying today."

In the main hall, the specialist in charge of intelligence came in and immediately reported.

In front, sitting high, a man sat peacefully.

After hearing the report, the man replied indifferently: "Are you a disciple of Wangyuehe?"

"No need to disturb you for now, just wait and see what happens."

"It's just a small character, and there's no need for our headquarters in the Temple of War."

"Let's do it, just follow the arrangements yourself, send someone to stare at him first, and see what he wants."

"Okay, I'll arrange for someone to do it now." The subordinate agreed immediately.

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While the Chinese martial arts world was already undercurrent, Ye Fan was on the train to Jingzhou, drinking instant noodles while talking on the phone with Mr. Han.

"My little master, Chu Qitian suddenly went to Japan recently."

"I suspect that the purpose of his trip is related to you."

"As far as I know, the person you killed on Yanqi Lake before was one of the adopted sons of the Japanese sword god Wangyue River."

"We have to be careful about some things. Master, you should be careful."

On the phone, Mr. Han’s worried voice came.

Ye Fan didn't care at all.

If someone else heard the name of the Sword God, he would definitely be particularly serious.

Ye Fan smiled contemptuously: "Nothing to be careful."

"What, can Wangyuehe dare to come here in person and come to Jiangdong to kill me?"

"If this is true, the people in the Chinese Martial God Temple are not vegetarians."

"But, little master~" Old Han was still worried and wanted to say something.

Ye Fan immediately interrupted her: "Okay, don't be too nervous."

"I have Yun Daotian Jue in my hand. There are not many people in the world who can do anything to me!"

"What's more, China's Shenzhou has the protection of the Temple of the Martial God. Even the Moon River dared not make a big move, and it attacked me."

"I will handle it."

"As for you, just take care of what you have in your hands."

"I'll monitor the Chu family's movements closely."

"Also, I'll ask you to find someone to protect Mu Cheng. Before we leave, we must let her take her place."

"Hear?"

Ye Fan said slowly and issued various instructions to Mr. Han.

Then, Ye Fan hung up the phone and started to eat instant noodles with all his heart.

It takes about six hours to take the train from Yunzhou to Jingzhou.

It's noon now, and I've only walked halfway.

"Little brother, are you going home for the New Year?"

On the train, a migrant worker next door chatted.

Ye Fan nodded: "Yes, uncle."

"I haven't been home for several years, it's time to go back and see my mom."

Ye Fan replied with a smile.

The migrant worker next to him sighed when he heard this: "Oh~"

“Life is not easy.”

......

Back then, after Ye Fan followed his mother to live in a township below Jingzhou City.

That is where Ye Fan's mother grew up, and Ye Fan's grandparents are still alive.

Ye Fan and his son, who were desperate, had no choice but to defect to their grandparents and the others.

In the countryside of Jingzhou, Ye Fan spent many years with his mother.

Later, after Ye Fan learned that someone from the Chu family wanted to do something bad for him, he took the initiative to leave. By chance, he finally joined the Qiu family.

This trip took three years.

Ye Fan made such a choice back then, which was a helpless move.

The Chu family is powerful, and the identity of the eldest son of the Chu family will inevitably suffer a lot of disasters. Staying with your mother is just putting her in danger.

Therefore, Ye Fan, who was only in his early twenties, resolutely chose to leave.

"Time flies, and it's been three years in a blink of an eye."
Chapter completed!