“So, this matter really has nothing to do with you?” King Foluo asked.
“That’s natural!”
“If you don’t say it, I don’t know about it.”
“Think about it for yourself, I don’t have a deep friendship with Narello and others. I can’t blame them for a few ants who are not even a grandmaster to offend the martial arts of all countries?”
“What’s more, in the rain forest, I went through battles and was seriously injured.”
“At the time, I wanted to kill so many people, but I couldn’t do it.”
“In this matter, it is obvious that someone framed me, framed my Indian martial arts!”
Fen Tian gritted his teeth and said, the entire chest cavity was almost blown up.
For so many years, he designed others.
Unexpectedly, today he was designed by others.
What a shame!
“Fro, you don’t have to worry about this matter.”
“The king promises that he will be found behind the scenes!”
After speaking, Fen Tian walked away.
“Burning Heaven, come back~”
“Burning Heaven~”
King Foluo quickly stopped, but the burning sky turned a deaf ear to it, and it was already far away.
“Hey~”
“This guy is still so impulsive.” King Foluo sighed, worried.
“Then what should we do now, how can we answer them?” After Fen Tian left, King Foluo and the others still had to face the conquests of the martial arts of various countries.
King Foluo replied in a deep voice, “What else can I do, answer truthfully.”
“It’s said that King Yintian Burning the sky was framed by others. At this time, it has nothing to do with our Indian martial arts!
“It’s not what we did, and we will never be responsible!”
In this way, King Folu directly responded to the martial arts of various countries with a tough posture.
Subsequently, it naturally triggered a greater wave of anti-India in the international martial arts community.
However, unlike the clamor abroad, the Chinese martial arts world is peaceful.
Since returning from the Amazon rainforest, God of War Ye Qingtian has been staying on Yanshan Mountain, waiting for Ye Fan’s message.
One day, two days~
More than half a month passed.
The boy still had no news.
What Ye Qingtian waited for was only news of the death of the powerful from various countries.
At this time, it is sunset Xishan.
On the top of Yanshan Mountain, a majestic man, dressed in white, stands with his hands holding hands, with deep eyes, looking into the direction of the Pacific Ocean.
No one knows what kind of sadness is in this man’s heart at this time.
Not long afterwards, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him.
“Lao Ye, so you are here, are we looking for you?” Sword Saint said with a smile.
“Why, Ye Fan has a message?”
Seeing the sword saint coming, Ye Qingtian asked quickly.
The Juggernaut shook his head: “Not yet, I have sent someone to Jiangdong.”
“If he is still alive, he will definitely have contact with his family.”
“However, for so long, if their family hasn’t heard of him, I am afraid it will be more unfortunate.”
The Juggernaut sighed, and after a moment of silence, continued.
“By the way, you should have heard about the American Massacre, right?”
“Now the martial arts of all countries unanimously suspect that the King Yintian burned the sky.”
“What do you think of this matter?”
Ye Qingtian nodded and said, “Well, I heard.”
“However, I don’t think that the killing will be done by Burning Heaven.”
“I have investigated, when Fen Tian was fighting Ye Fan, he was cut off by a mysterious woman.”
“He was hit hard, and it is unlikely that he will destroy all of the hundreds of transforming powers.”
“What’s more, for the sake of a few domestic warriors, they slaughtered the world and left their names.”
“The logic of this doesn’t make sense.”
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