“Besides, who doesn’t know that your King of Fighters protects the calf, if someone hurts your precious son, you can’t kill it the next day.”
“So the King of Fighters, just wait for the good news with peace of mind.”
“What’s worse now is Wuya’s victory.”
“As long as he has a record in Japan, on the day of his return, I will immediately summon the six pillar nations and give him a title.”
“Just called, Little King of Fighters. What do you think?”
“One school and two titles, in the future, your father and son will surely become a good story in our Chinese martial arts world.”
“Haha~”
The sword master laughed haha.
After hearing this, the King of Fighters felt comfortable and his face was proud.
As the Sword Saint said, if his son Mo Wuya also becomes a titled grandmaster in the future, they will be father and son grandmasters.
This glory is enough to spread through the ages.
However, just as the two had a very happy conversation, there was a sudden gust of wind outside the temple gate.
Immediately afterwards, a figure in white clothes quietly appeared outside the hall.
The mountain wind was harsh, blowing his robe and hunting.
“Ok?”
“Mars?”
The only person who can be silent, appearing outside the Martial God Temple, the Land of China, is the God of War Ye Qingtian.
Seeing the first person in Chinese martial arts, the Juggernaut and the King of Fighters were overjoyed and quickly got up to greet them.
“Haha~”
“Lao Ye, you just came here.”
“I was about to tell you a good thing.”
“I have discussed with the King of Fighters. On May 5 this year, the title ceremony will be held on the top of Yanshan Mountain.”
“Feng Wuya is the little king of fighters and enters the hall of the Lord of the Warriors.”
“For many years, our seventh pillar country powerhouse in China has finally appeared.”
“That day, we will celebrate the whole country!”
“Your military must also send someone over to join the King of Fighters~”
The Juggernaut was smiling.
The King of Fighters did not speak, but the gratification and joy on his face was beyond words.
But after Ye Qingtian heard about this, he didn’t comment.
No emotion can be seen on the resolute face.
He turned to ask: “How is the investigation of the young master’s matter?”
Ok?
“What young master?” Sword Saint was slightly puzzled.
Ye Qingtian frowned suddenly.
“It was the young master who defeated Mochizuki River in Jiangdong a few days ago.”
“I remember, his name is Ye Fan.”
Hearing this, the Juggernaut was stunned.
“You say him.”
“I have sent someone there. It’s just an unknown junior. It’s not worth paying attention to.”
“At the beginning, Mochizuki River was able to win, but only by relying on wheel tactics and conspiracy methods.”
“So, most of Ye Fan’s victory was due to luck.”
“Moreover, this son is arrogant.”
“Extremely disrespectful to my Martial God Temple!”
“If you have a little record, you will be proud and complacent. This kind of disposition is destined to be difficult to achieve.”
“Such people are not qualified to let us pay attention.”
The Sword Saint shook his head and said, his words filled with contempt for Ye Fan.
Think about it too, this Ye Fan is fascinated and humble, just a little-known little person, and the King of Fighters and Sword Masters are at the top of the supremacy, and naturally they won’t care about him.
“Yes.”
“I see a lot of these arrogant juniors.”
“Over 70% of them died in their own arrogance.”
“The remaining 30% is also lost to everyone.”
“Nothing to pay attention to.”
The King of Fighters waved his hand, and said indifferently.
In his eyes, except for his son Mo Wuya, everyone else is hard to get into his eyes.
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