Jin Junjie looked at this and that. After a while, he finally squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying: "Mr. Ye was joking."
"How could there be any conflict between the Golden Palace and you?"
"This is all a rumor outside, please don't get me wrong!"
"Dear delegates, don't get me wrong."
"Oh, is that?" Ye Hao said lightly, "Since even the Jin family, where the Lord of the Golden Palace was born, please don't misunderstand it."
"I think you guys shouldn't misunderstand it, right?"
"Or, you Indians have any conclusive evidence?"
"However, even our Jin Master from Daxia cannot prove it, what are you going to use to prove it?"
"Do you use your own life?"
Ye Hao's words sarcastically, and the hidden needles in the cotton not only made Jin Junjie look ugly, Zhao Banjue's face turned black, and Long Tian's jealous expression was gloomy, but also made the proud smile on Defan's face disappear instantly.
Fan Biaojie stared at Ye Hao, and after a long time, he laughed and said, "Since Mr. Jin said that this is a misunderstanding, then it is a misunderstanding!"
"We are also considering fairness, justice and openness here. Please don't mind Mr. Ye."
Obviously, since Jin Junjie was being roasted on the fire, he could not be able to make this person certificate.
Then, no matter how unwilling Fan Biao was, he had to give up.
After all, no one would have thought that Ye Hao would be so sharp that he could break the situation in just a few simple words.
Even if the people from the Golden Palace came, they probably wouldn't dare to accuse Ye Hao at this time.
After all, not everyone can bear the infamy forever.
Ye Hao smiled slightly and said sarcastically: "So should I thank the noble Indians for not taking grudges? Give me a chance to take action?"
"Or, you are really so afraid that I will go on stage and just trample on the last one of you to death. Tell me directly."
"Or, you break the precepts and kneel down and beg me. Maybe once I get better, I will not participate in the battle."
"I wonder if you, Master Fan, want to try it?"
Listening to Ye Hao's sarcastic words, Fan Pojie turned black and said, "Ye Hao, don't be too arrogant!"
"Don't be self-righteous, think that you can really win and be invincible!"
"I'll tell you!"
"All the grudges and all the grudges we great Indians will get back today!"
"I want to see if your surname Ye still has the courage to speak out after losing the game today!"
While speaking, Fan Biao Jie shook his hand and took the Indians back to the rest area on the west side.
Ye Hao smiled, too lazy to say nonsense, but returned to the rest area on the east side, pinched a cup of tea and started drinking.
Today's last game is too important.
Ye Hao found that in addition to Long Tianzi and Ning Zhilei and other big names came, even Wan Zhenhai, who was going out in the house, appeared again.
Ye Hao greeted Wan Zhenhai and sat down quietly.
Obviously, everyone knows that this is crucial.
It can even be said that it can determine the outcome of the Indians' challenge this time.
It can determine the outcome of this national war.
Soon, it was three o'clock.
The host also walked to the ring with a serious expression and announced that Ye Hao and Fanlisha would come on stage.
Then, the host said seriously: "This game is the last game of the confrontation between the two sides this time, the last game that determines the outcome, and it is also a game that has attracted much attention."
"So at noon, our Wu Leagues discussed and decided to add some restrictions to this battle."