Ye Fan knew the meaning of the God of War.
He is the patron saint of Yan Xia and the first person in Yan Xia martial arts. In his heart, he pretends to be the nation, the country, and the future of the entire martial arts.
Therefore, he did not want Ye Fan to take risks.
He let Ye Fan escape, wanting to store the biggest fire in Yanxia Martial Arts.
Ye Fan is still young.
Even if you wait another ten or twenty years, Ye Fan can afford to wait.
Time, on the hot summer side.
With Ye Fan’s talent, and giving him another ten years to keep a low profile, even Chumen can’t stop his rise and endless power.
Therefore, the God of War hopes that Ye Fan will not fight today.
He didn’t have to take the risk.
However, will Ye Fan leave?
The answer, of course, is no.
He is different from Ye Qingtian.
He is not as conscious as Ye Qingtian.
In his heart, he pretended to be relatives, friends, his own home, and even these Jiangdong elders.
If the lover, relatives, are dead.
What’s the point of leaving Ye Fan alone to live alone?
Ye Fan has never been an ambitious person.
His heart is very small, so small that he can’t hold this country at all, let alone shoulder the responsibility of the nation.
The purpose of his return is not to save the hot summer, nor to save the country,
His purpose is very simple, he just wants to protect his last relative in this world.
So, he won’t go.
Even if he died here today, he would not abandon his relatives and friends and live alone.
Big picture?
Fuck the big picture!
In Ye Fan’s heart, his relatives and friends are the biggest game!
After seeing the infinite anger and determination in Ye Fan’s eyes, the God of War already knew.
He couldn’t persuade the man.
It seems that today, they are really going to become, their hot summer martial arts, the battle of life and death.
If Ye Fan wins, Yanxia Martial Arts will become famous all over the world, replace Chumen, become the strongest Martial Dao force in the world today, and completely restore the glory that was unparalleled thousands of years ago.
If Ye Fan is defeated, the last spark of Yanxia Martial Arts will be completely extinguished.
After today, the country will be destroyed and the species will be destroyed, and it will become the ravaged land of Trumen, and there will be no chance of a comeback for thousands of years.
This situation is not only seen by the God of War.
Even the King of Fighters and Juggernaut, who have been taken hostage, have also realized that what will happen next will be the battle of life and death in the martial arts of this country.
Perhaps, neither the Juggernaut nor the King of Fighters dreamed of it.
Ye Fan, who was regarded as the sinner of the country by them back then, and the great evildoer, one day, became the core figure in the survival of this country’s martial arts!
They once regarded Ye Fan as a confidant of peace and stability in this country, but now, this country depends on him to protect it.
Satire!
Great irony.
This incident itself is undoubtedly a huge denial of the years of work of the Juggernaut and the King of Fighters.
After reading Ye Qingtian’s injury, Ye Fan walked towards Ye Yuyan, towards Mount Tai, and towards Li Ziyang and others who were seriously injured.
“Chu… Instructor Chu…”
“You…are you really not dead?” Seeing Ye Fan, the rough man more than two meters tall in Mount Tai was crying like a child.
Li Ziyang, Gao Dazhuang and the others were also in tears.
And Ye Yuyan was even more stunned.
Tears flickered in her beautiful eyes, and she was unable to speak for a long time because of excitement or shock.
Ye Fan walked over and gave Taishan and the others one of the medicinal pills that Duanmu Wan’er had given him.
This thing, although there is no healing effect.
But it can replenish physical strength and make up for Yuan Li Zhen Qi.
It’s always good for their injuries.
At this time, Taishan and the others were seriously injured and could not even stand up. They were leaning against the pile of rubble, full of tears.
Ye Fan glanced at them one by one, and at this moment, a gratifying smile appeared on his cold face.
This is his Qinglong!