"What's more, today is the day when I will be conferred."

"The title feast is a major event for the country. Now heroes from all directions are here, and the senior envoy of the Martial God Temple is also standing on the high platform."

"But your Excellency did not distinguish right from wrong, and made a big fuss about my title banquet, Mr. Lu, disturbing the interest of all the guests."

"Of course, it's fine if you look down on me, Mr. Lu, but today, you slapped not only my face, Mr. Lu, but also the face of the Martial Arts Temple, as well as the faces of all my martial arts seniors in China."

"Before you insist on going your own way, you'd better weigh yourself and see if you can bear the consequences of this matter?"

Lu Songliang's words were full of chill and threat.

Before entering the title, Lu Songliang had no respect for Ye Fan.

After all, Lu Songliang considered himself to be of high seniority, and wherever he went, he was always treated as an old Chinese man and respected by others.

Before, when Lu Songliang went to Yanshan, the powerful men from the Zhu Kingdom in the Martial Temple treated him with great courtesy and treated him as Mr. Lu.

And Ye Fan is just a junior.

In the past, when Lu Songliang had not yet entered the title, even if he looked down on this junior, he was at least afraid of Ye Fan in his heart.

Now that he has been banned, he naturally has no worries about Mark.

"That's right!"

" Mr. Lu is my martial arts senior in China."

"With Mr. Lu's seniority, he is more than enough to be your grandfather."

"You are a titled grandmaster. When you see a martial arts senior, you should also worship him."

"What's more, today is the day when Mr. Lu was conferred the title."

"Grandmaster Wushuang came to make trouble at this time and still made arrogant remarks. Don't you think you are too lawless?"

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"It's okay if you don't respect your seniors, but you can't even respect the Martial God Temple, right?"

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"Why don't you apologize to Mr. Lu quickly!"

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Lu Songliang's words undoubtedly branded Ye Fan as a treasonous person.

Sure enough, as Lu Songliang's words fell, all the martial arts people around him also criticized Ye Fan verbally and writtenly.

They all accused Ye Fanfei of being domineering, disrespectful of his predecessors, disrespectful of the top martial gods, and lawless.

Even the special envoy of the Martial Arts Temple, He Chen, who was ranked tenth on the grandmaster list, also glared at Ye Fan with a slightly sullen expression: "Grandmaster Wushuang, seeing you come back alive, I am happy for you on behalf of the Martial Arts Temple."

"However, I don't care if there is any misunderstanding between Wushuang, Grandmaster, Mr. Lu or the Lu family, please discuss it later."

"Today is the title banquet for Mr. Lu in the Martial Arts Temple."

"I believe that no one, whether it is the Sword Master, the King of Fighters, or the God of War, would want to see anyone making trouble on such an important occasion, right?"

"Listen to me, we are all compatriots. If you have any grudges, please report them to the martial arts court."

"When the time comes, whether it's right or wrong, I, the Chinese Martial Arts, will give justice to Grandmaster Wushuang."

He Chen stood up at this time, and as a reasonable client, persuaded Ye Fan to be sensible, and at the same time asked Ye Fan to resolve the dispute through official channels.

When Ye Fan heard this, he immediately laughed.

"What a good martial arts court?"

"A good case of right and wrong?"

"Can you please give me justice?"

That laughter was harsh, that laughter was powerful.

Just like thunder rolling across the sky and earth.

When he laughed at the end, Ye Fan's whole face turned grim, as if he had returned from hell, Shura!

"Do you really think that I, Ye Fan, still believe in your Martial Arts Temple? Still believe in your so-called Martial Arts Court?"

"Go to Nima's Martial Arts Temple, go to Nima's Martial Arts Court."

"I will uphold my justice myself!"

"You are not needed."
Chapter completed!