Perhaps, now relying on Ye Fan's remaining power, his words still have some prestige.

As time goes by, Ye Fan's remaining power is gone, and then Mr. Han, the master of the Dragon Temple, will exist in name only and become nothing more than a decoration.

What's more, Mr. Han has no intention of taking charge of the Dragon Temple.

For so many years, he stayed in the Dragon Temple entirely because he wanted to repay Ye Fan.

If Ye Fan is gone, what's the point of controlling the Dragon Temple?

Later, everyone tried to nominate someone else to be the leader of the Dragon Temple.

But the result can be imagined. Anyone left sitting in the position of the leader of the Dragon Temple will find it difficult to convince the public.

After several days of discussion, everyone finally discovered that only Ye Fan could control the group of people in the Dragon Temple.

In desperation, the Dragon Temple had to be temporarily disbanded.

Let’s look for Ye Fan’s body in secret first.

But just when Xue Renyang and others were preparing to leave Jiangdong and return to their respective residences, Tang Hao and others suddenly visited Jiangdong.

He proposed the idea of ​​inclusion to Xue Renyang and others.

"As long as you join the Martial Arts Temple, I can guarantee that once I, Yanxia Martial Arts, am strong enough in the future, I will avenge your dragon master!"

"And, to show our sincerity, I can also allocate one of my quotas for the master of the Martial Arts Temple to you."

"If you have any other requests, feel free to make them."

"As for the Martial Arts Temple, we have one purpose, which is to invite you to join us and work together for a great cause."

"For this purpose, we can discuss all other aspects."

Tang Hao said sincerely.

However, the powerful men from the Dragon Temple did not even look at them, and turned around and left.

"Everyone, please stay."

"We can discuss the conditions again..."

Tang Hao's face was full of anxiety.

At this time, Xue Renyang came over and advised Tang Hao: "Palace Master Tang, don't waste your efforts."

"The Temple of Martial Arts cannot suppress them."

"These people only have one palace master in their hearts, and that is Ye Fan."

"You'd better leave as soon as possible."

"In their hearts, they have no good impression of your Martial God Temple."

In the end, Tang Hao returned without success and returned to Yanshan in disgrace.

But after arriving at Yanshan, Tang Hao suddenly discovered that the formerly prosperous and majestic mountains were now covered in devastation.

As far as the eye can see, there are broken walls and ruins, and crisscrossed ravines.

"This...this..."

"What's going on?"

"Could it be that...that man is here to kill again?"

Tang Hao and Mo Wuya were both stunned.

You've only been away for a few days and your home has been robbed?

The moment they saw the scene in front of them, the two of them immediately heard the thin figure of a man.

Anyway, in their impression, that guy was the only one who dared to make trouble on Yanshan Mountain.

"No, Chu Tianfan has already fallen, hasn't he?"

"Could it be that he's alive again?"

"Walk!"

"Wuya, hurry up and take a look."

Tang Hao quickly realized the seriousness of the matter and rushed to Yanshan immediately.

call!

The cold wind is biting and rocks are flying.

In front of Yanshan Hall, there is a graceful figure standing with a sword.

She was bathed in divine radiance, like a mysterious goddess from the Nine Heavens.

Standing proudly in the void, with terrifying majesty, covering the world in all directions.

In front of her, the King of Fighters and the Sword Master had blood at the corners of their mouths and pale faces. They were leaning against the stone pillars in front of the hall, barely standing.

"Sword Master, King of Fighters, are you okay?"

"What happened?"

"Is there an earthquake?"

From the bottom of the mountain, Tang Hao's confused shout came.

However, Tang Hao and Mo Wuya just showed up.

Buzz!

Then only a sword roar was heard, followed by a long roar.

Then, a seven-foot long sword flew across the void, fiercely cut through Mo Wuya's clothes and pants, and plunged into the ground with a bang.

Mo Wuya was so frightened that he peed and squatted on the ground with a plop.

His face was pale and he was breathing heavily!

The sword was inserted just an inch away from him.

As long as they make even the slightest progress, the Mo family, the King of Boxers, will probably be gone.
Chapter completed!