“The second glass of wine, toast to me, the pillar of Yanxia, the hero of the country, the master of Haotian, Tang Hao!”
Ye Qingtian raised his glass again.
This glass of wine is a tribute to Grandmaster Tang Hao, who has returned to the nine heavens.
After finishing the two glasses of wine, Ye Qingtian made a final toast.
“This third cup, I respect Yanxia Martial Arts, all warriors who died in this catastrophe!”
“Without the sacrifices of the martyrs, how could there be peace today?”
Ye Qingtian’s brows were red, and as the leader of Yanxia Martial Arts, he led martial artists from all provinces in the country, toasted each other, and drank three cups of turbid wine in a row.
Li Er, Lu Ziming and others were also full of sincerity, respecting these sacrificed martyrs from the bottom of their hearts.
Although, they may not have known each other before they were alive, and they may have grievances.
However, at this moment, in the face of the righteousness of the country, all grievances and hatreds are undoubtedly put down.
At this time, they have only one identity in common, that is Yanxia people.
“The dead are gone, and the living are like this.”
“Those who survived, want to live better.”
“Contribute your strength to strengthen my Yanxia Martial Arts.”
“However, before I talk about this, I want to tell you a piece of good news.”
“That is, Mu Zihua returned to Yanshan after the wind of one of the Six Pillars of my Yanxia Kingdom.”
“For me, Yanxia Martial Arts, this is definitely a big event worth celebrating.”
“Today’s banquet is just for the Queen of the Wind.”
“Celebrating the Return of the Wind Queen!”
“Come on, everyone, drink another glass of wine with me, and welcome Fenghou home.”
Ye Qingtian changed his heavy and resolute face when he mourned Tang Hao and others before, and a look of joy appeared on his face.
It is always a pleasure to have an old friend come back.
Everyone in the audience also toasted Feng Hou one after another.
The Juggernaut also asked Feng Hou to go out and say a few words.
But after the wind, he was obviously not interested.
“Don’t waste time, let’s announce the business.”
Feng Hou’s cold words froze the smiles on the faces of God of War, Juggernaut and others.
However, since Feng Hou was already waiting anxiously, Ye Qingtian didn’t say anything more.
He turned around and looked at the people below with cloudy eyes.
“Everyone, in today’s banquet, apart from celebrating Feng Hou’s return, there is another important thing that I want to announce to everyone.”
“Truman is gone, and the world has returned to peace.”
“At the same time, a new martial arts pattern is also being formed.”
“As the saying goes, the waves behind the Yangtze River drive the waves ahead.”
“After experiencing this catastrophe, Juggernaut, King of Fighters and others also realized that we are old after all.”
“It’s time to step back, too.”
“This world, after all, still belongs to the later generations.”
“So, after discussing with the King of Fighters, Juggernaut, Fenghou and others, we unanimously decided to elect a new person to be the Lord of the Martial God Hall and become my Yanxia Martial Dao, the new leader!”
Ye Qingtian’s powerful words resounded in all directions.
When everyone heard this, although they were a little surprised, it was reasonable.
“It looks like the God of War is about to give way.”