However, he only thought that these were all matters in the secular world, and the martial arts world could at most provide some support, while more energy should be put on cultivation.
As a warrior, you should never give up until the last moment.
However, Ye Qingtian never expected that after half a year of seclusion, he would end up like this when he returned to the martial arts world.
The Martial Arts Temple is the holy land of Yanxia martial arts.
But even in this kind of place, all the warriors have left. Those who didn’t get a quota have to find connections to get a quota for the doomsday immigrants.
Those who get the quota will live in a state of intoxication, willing to degenerate and enjoy the last warmth.
Even the Martial Arts Temple is like this, let alone the martial arts in the places below.
It will only get worse!
“I am a great warrior. If I don’t work hard and strive for progress, I have fallen like this. How can I be worthy of this warrior status?”
“no!”
“I will never allow this martial arts world to deteriorate like this again.”
Ye Qingtian suddenly became angry and said harshly.
But the old man was not optimistic about him: “Hey… it’s useless, the general environment is like this. Since the end is inevitable, what’s the use of working hard?”
“Everyone has given up. The only goal is to think of how to escape.”
“Everyone in this world has become a deserter.”
“Look more at the mountains, rivers and world in front of you. Ten years later, everything will be reduced to the past.”
The old man walked away as he spoke.
Holding a broom, I swept the stairs of Yanshan Mountain step by step.
It’s like saying goodbye to old friends one by one.
Seeing such a scene, Ye Qingtian felt very unhappy in his heart.
He sat in the Martial Arts Temple for a whole day, and it wasn’t until night that the little boxing king Mo Wuya arrived, smelling of alcohol.
Mo Wuya originally came to the Martial Temple to get something, but after entering, he only found the God of War sitting alone in the main hall.
The back view was desolate and desolate.
“Uncle Ye…Uncle Ye?”
The little boxing king Mo Wuya was shocked.