On the top of Yanshan Mountain, there are gusts of cold wind, blowing up thousands of fallen leaves.

At this time, Ye Qingtian's low words were still echoing here.

But Ye Fan remained silent.

Qiu Mucheng hugged him tightly, as if she was afraid that Mark would do something stupid impulsively.

In the wind and sand, the beautiful face of the woman in front of me was stained with tears.

I don't know how long it took, but the solemn look in Ye Fan's eyebrows quietly dissipated.

He stretched out his hand, gently wiped away the tears on Qiu Mucheng's forehead, and whispered: "Mu Cheng, let's go home."

"Really?" When Qiu Mucheng heard this, her tearful pretty face suddenly broke into a smile.

Just like a person walking at night who sees the light.

"Well, let's go home."

Ye Fan also smiled softly, with endless pity in his smile.

"Okay, let's go home. Our mother must be waiting at home anxiously. We'll go back right now." Qiu Mucheng said happily, and then she couldn't wait to take Ye Fan to the car.

That way, it seemed as if he was afraid that Ye Fan would regret it.

However, after Ye Fan sent Qiu Mucheng into the car, he suddenly turned around and looked at Ye Qingtian and others not far away: "God of War, I believe in you one last time."

"I'll be waiting in Jiangdong for your instructions from the Martial Arts Temple."

Ye Fan raised his head and looked into Ye Qingtian's eyes.

There was an inexplicable chill in the low words.

Judging from the meaning, it seems that if the Martial Arts Temple still cannot give him a satisfactory explanation this time, Ye Fan will come back again.

After saying that, Ye Fan got into the car and drove away from Yanshan with Qiu Mucheng, returning to the land of Jiangdong.

"God of War, are you really going to let this bastard leave safely so easily?"

"Did you know that he killed more than a hundred of my Yanxia warriors above the West Lake?"

"There are only about a thousand warriors in Yanxia."

"This junior has destroyed one-tenth of my Yanxia Martial Arts power in one fell swoop."

"For such a heinous crime, it would not be an exaggeration to cut him into pieces."

"What's more, he is so arrogant and rude to our Martial God Temple, and doesn't take us, the strong men of the Pillar Kingdom, in his eyes at all."

"If we don't get rid of it today, it will definitely become a serious problem for my Yanxia Martial Arts in the future!"

After Ye Fan left, Boxing King Mo Gucheng was unwilling to do so.

He shouted at Ye Qingtian with a face full of anger and confusion.

However, facing Mo Gucheng's anger, Ye Qingtian snorted coldly: "Humph, do you still have the nerve to say it?"

"If you hadn't bent the law for personal gain, you would have let Lu Hua go without permission."

"How could it cause these things?"

"He Chen's death, Lu Songliang's execution, and the death of more than a hundred martial arts masters, I think they are all thanks to you!"

Ye Qingtian shouted angrily, and Mo Gucheng, who was quarreling with him several times, turned red and was speechless.

In the end, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and retorted in a stern voice: "God of War, how could you say that."

"How can you blame me?"

"I do everything according to the regulations. Lu Hua was at fault, but he really does not deserve to die."

"You know in your heart whether you should die or not!" Ye Qingtian was too lazy to pay attention to Mo Gucheng. He replied angrily, turned around and walked into the hall behind him.

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In the main hall, Lu Hua and Lu Ziming, father and son, were hiding inside.

Even with the protection of the King of Fighters and others, Lu Hua still felt extremely uneasy inside.

"Father, do you think the King of Fighters and others will hand us over?"

Lu Hua asked in fear.
Chapter completed!