In the Martial Arts Temple, the King of Fighters' sneer could not help but echo.

Ye Qingtian had no expression on his face and replied in a deep voice: "A young grandmaster who can defeat the third strongest man in Japan and may become one of the top ten in the Heavenly Ranking in the future. He has entered the Martial Temple and been awarded the title of the seventh Pillar God of China."

General, shouldn’t this be the case?”

Yes, the King of Fighters guessed right.

Ye Qingtian really intends to recommend Ye Fan to become the head of the Martial Arts Temple.

Of course, the premise of all this is that Ye Fan really defeated Wangyue River with his own strength that day in the Dongchang Lake battle.

With this record alone, Ye Fan is qualified to enter the Martial Arts Temple.

As for Mo Wuya, the son of the King of Fighters, he was born in the Martial Arts Temple and grew up in the Martial Arts Temple. Ye Qingtian naturally understands Mo Wuya's strength.

He admitted that Mo Wuya's talent was good.

But now Mo Wuya is still close to becoming a titled grandmaster.

Therefore, out of public motives, Ye Qingtian naturally favors Ye Fan, who has greater potential, rather than Mo Wuya.

"joke!"

"When will you be able to become China's titled grandmaster just by relying on guesses and possibilities?"

"God of War, I still say the same thing. All your judgments now are just guesses."

"You want to recommend Ye Fan, the young man from Jiangdong, to be the head of the Martial Arts Temple. Well, as long as he defeats my son Wuya, I, Mo Gucheng, will definitely agree with your suggestion with both hands."

"But before that, no matter how much you talk, it's useless."

"The unknown boy is the unknown boy. Before he defeats my son Wuya, Ye Fan is definitely not qualified to be named Grandmaster, let alone become the seventh pillar of China!"

The sonorous words echoed in all directions as if a stone had fallen to the ground.

What the King of Fighters said was categorical and resounding.

He has no confidence that he can defeat Ye Qingtian.

But he has absolute confidence that his son Mo Wuya will be able to defeat that unknown junior, Ye Fan!

However, just as the King of Fighters finished speaking.

Boom~

Outside, there was a sudden muffled sound.

It's like a helicopter flying over.

The dull roar, just like the roar of a wild beast, echoed throughout the top of Yanshan Mountain.

"Um?"

"What's going on?"

"what happened?"

The sword master and others suddenly frowned and asked in a deep voice.

Soon, outside the main hall, someone rushed in anxiously.

Perhaps because of too much fear, after entering the main hall, this man knelt down directly.

"King of Fighters, Sword Master, no... it's not good."

"Mo...Master Mo, he, he..."

The man was trembling all over, and halfway through his words, he broke down in tears.

Hearing this, Boxing King Mo Gucheng suddenly lost his composure.

He felt something ominous, and immediately walked up and asked, "Tell me, what's going on?"

"What happened to my son Wuya?"

Mo Gucheng roared sternly, anxious.

The subordinate suppressed his fear and finally said: "Master Mo,...he...he was crippled!"

What?

"This is impossible?"

"You must be talking nonsense!"

"My son Wuya has the strength of a titled grandmaster."

"He is the only son of my King of Fighters."

"Who in this world dares to destroy him?"

"Who can destroy him?"

"You must be talking nonsense, you loser!"

"Nonsense~"

At first, Mo Gucheng didn't believe it at all, shaking his head and roaring.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Wuya's body was carried in.

He was covered in blood, and his limbs drooped helplessly.

His breath was dying, like an old man dying.

That look was as miserable as it could be, not human at all.

If his heartbeat hadn't been there, no one would have thought he was still alive.

The moment he saw the corpse, King of Fighters Mo Gucheng felt a roar explode in his mind, like a bolt from the blue, directly knocking him to the spot.
Chapter completed!