"None of you can help him realize."

"Just look at ..."

"Looking at my compatriots, died in front of my eyes."

"Looking at the title of the hot summer, fell at the door of your country."

"A person who is so proud, finally herself in the world."

"You said, when he finally picked up the sword and thorn towards himself, how desperate ..."

"Inner heart, how cold it is ..."

"He just, want to go home ..."

The God of War Ye Qingtian said slowly, in the words of the sorrowful words, it was sad.

Even in the faintly, you can see Ye Qingtian's eyes with crystal flashing.

"Lao Ye ..." Tang Hao looked at it, and he couldn't bear it in his heart.

Jian Sheng and the King of Fighters lowered their heads and kept sighing,

At this time, the three of the Sword Saint had obviously made the psychological preparation of welcoming the anger of the God of War.

After all, for so many years, several of them have had several contradictions and differences because of Ye Fan.

But the previous differences are not large, and it is not related to life.

But even so, the God of War has been angry with them because of Ye Fan.

This time, they failed to protect Ye Fan, and even watched Ye Fan before the gate of the country.

Both Jian Sheng and the King of Fighters do not doubt. The God of War that knows this will definitely blame them.

Blame them to see death, and blame them to watch the genius of the hot summer fell, and blame them to protect Ye Fan.

However, in Tang Hao, they all thought that Ye Qingtian would be the death of Ye Fan, and when he was angry.

But what they didn't expect was that Ye Qingtian this time was surprisingly quiet.

There is no luster anger, no thunderbolt.

At this time, Ye Qingtian was just a person who smiled there.

The laughter was sad, with endless loss and sorrow.

The abnormal behavior of God of War has undoubtedly made the swordsman and others panic.

"Lao Ye, are you okay?"

"I know, I do not deal with this thing from the hot summer martial arts."

"But you should understand, our hardships."

"Even if we shot in the summer martial arts, I couldn't help it at all."

"Chu Tianfan provoked the anger."

"He killed too many people."

"The strong martial arts of dozens of countries, as well as Chu Yuan and other high -strength people who surpass the title."

"It is impossible for him to survive."

"This is all fate." "

"You have to be sad."

The King of Fighters Mo Gu is persuaded from the side.

Jian Sheng is also worried.

Tang Hao persuaded the battle of God to mourn.

But Ye Qingtian didn't seem to hear their consolation, and still smiled at that.

"Okay, go here for decades, just come here."

"Such a martial arts temple, it doesn't make any sense to stay again."

"So far."

Ye Qingtian laughed at the sky, in the low words, full of disappointment and sadness.

He finally glanced at the temple of the martial arts god in front of him, and looked at the mountainous field under his feet.

Between the sorrows, Ye Qingtian seemed to see again. At that time, several young and vigorous people who were young and vigorous that year, they were shot to close. On the top of this Yanshan, the Martial Arts Temple, which represents the highest power of Yanxia Wudao.

At that time, they had a large pillar country, and they made great wishes, sheltered the descendants of the summer, and the light and summer martial arts.

However, I don't know when, walking, the original intention of the year is gone.

"Lao Ye ... What do you mean?"

"What is there?"

"What do you want to do?"

Tang Hao seemed to hear a bit of charm, and immediately stared, asked anxiously.

Ye Qingtian shook his head, and was full of disappointment in the lonely words: "This is not the martial arts temple I want to guard."

"In the future, you can do it yourself."

"Get up immediately, Ye Qingtian quit the martial arts temple."

"Life, no longer enter Yanshan!"

boom!

For the words of God of War, for the Sword Sacred and others, just if the Thunder splits it.

At that time, a few people inside the hall were stunned.

"Lao Ye ... You ..."

"What did you say?"

"Do you want ... to exit the Temple of Wushen?"

Jian Sheng widened his eyes, his body trembled.

Tang Hao and the King of Fighters were also trembling, and their hearts almost set off a huge wave.

The little fighter next to him was also scared.

Obviously, they did not expect that God of War would exit the martial arts temple.

You know, Ye Qingtian is the patron saint of the hot summer martial arts.

The prestige and influence of the God of War in the whole hot summer is unattended.

If he exits here, then the so -called highest martial arts status of the Wuxian Temple is also famous.

Therefore, after hearing this, Jian Sheng and others have changed greatly.

"Lao Ye, you ... you can't retreat."

"The Temple of Wushen, can't you without you?"

... ...

"That's it, God of War."

"Do not do it with anger."

"What's the matter, let's sit down and talk."

"It's all brothers, nothing can be talked about."

Tang Hao, they dissuaded.

But where is the God of War.

He was determined, and after saying these, he turned directly and went away.

"Lao Ye, you can't go!"

"We don't allow you to go!"

"This martial arts temple is created by us."

"You really have to throw your hands, no matter how you do it?"

Seeing that the God of War is really going to leave, Tang Hao can no longer stand anymore.

The foot rushed out immediately, reaching out to block Ye Qingtian.

The swordsman and the King of Fighters also rushed over, both blocked on the way of the God of War.

"Lao Ye, you can't go!"

"Everyone can go, but you can't go!"
To be continued...