As Ye Fan slowly stood up, the originally silent world suddenly became restless.

Just like the dragon opens its eyes and the tiger returns to the mountain.

An invisible pressure and aura was like a tide, centered on where Ye Fan was, radiating out in all directions.

"Is this Chu Tianfan who is number one on the Heavenly Ranking?"

King Foluo suddenly narrowed his brows.

The moment Ye Fan opened his eyes, he felt a mountain-like majesty and momentum coming towards him.

It was the first time for King Foluo to see Ye Fan.

Meet this man who was once famous all over the world and shocked the entire martial arts world.

He was secretly surprised by Ye Fan's youth.

Sometimes, King Foluo was thinking.

Why do such martial arts monsters always appear in the land of hot summer?

Ye Qingtian was like that back then, and so is Chu Tianfan now.

Is Yanxia really the place where dragon energy gathers? Is it the chosen country?

However, now is not the time to lament this.

Seeing Ye Fan's eyes looking over, King Foluo looked at him and asked coldly: "Your Excellency, don't you think it is too much to kill the strong man from the Indian country?"

"Do you know what it means to kill a powerful person from another country?"

"I can definitely use this as an excuse to declare war on your Yanxia Martial Arts!"

"All consequences caused by that time, as well as all chain consequences, will be borne by you, Chu Tianfan!"

King Foluo's face was cold, and his solemn words were mixed with anger.

King Polo is worthy of being the leader in charge of the martial arts of a country. His temperament and majesty are like the water of the Ganges River flowing down.

There are only a few sentences, but they vividly display the majesty of the great country.

Noah on the side was already frightened.

He was curled up there with a pale face.

After all, what King Foluo said just now was too serious.

It is estimated that any young person would find it difficult to bear such weight and threat.

Because of himself, he started a martial arts war between the two countries.

The historical responsibility this bears is unimaginable.

He wants to be written into the history books and become the eternal sinner of both countries.

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, and then looked at King Foluo with a strange look.

"What about taking responsibility? What about not taking responsibility?"

"The worst thing that can happen is that the martial arts leaders of all your major countries will surround me and kill me again."

"I have been a public enemy of the world many years ago."

"Now that I have gained a bad reputation, do you think it is irresponsible for me to still care about this?"

"Besides, I'm really looking forward to your Fuluo Palace going to Yanshan and meeting some of the strong men from the Zhu Kingdom in Yanxia."

"Who wouldn't want to watch such a good show?"

Ye Fan smiled faintly, and his gentle look made King Fo Luo's face turn blue.

It was like a punch hitting cotton, which made King Flor feel a little depressed.

What King Foluo said just now was nothing more than to scare Ye Fan.

He came to negotiate, and had no intention of going to Yanshan to seek explanation from the Sword Master and the others.

The reason for saying this is undoubtedly to suppress Ye Fan's arrogance first and pave the way for the subsequent negotiations.

Negotiations sometimes depend on momentum.

Those with a weak momentum will naturally be on the weak side in negotiations and will continue to compromise.

But now, King Foluo's intention has obviously failed.

The man in front of me didn't care at all whether there was a national war or not.

Moreover, it seemed to him that he wished they could immediately build the Palace of Martial Arts into the Palace of Martial Arts.

This had to make King Fuluo a little confused.

Is this guy really a titled grandmaster conferred by the Martial Arts Temple?

"Okay, stop giving me all this unnecessary nonsense."

"Where is the person I want?"

Ye Fan ran out of patience and asked them straight to the point.

"presumptuous!"

"Chu Tianfan, how dare you speak in such a tone to me, the Palace Master of Fuluo Palace?"

"I, King Foluo, am in the country of Yin, just like the master swordsman of your Martial Arts Temple is in Yanxia Martial Arts."

"How can you offend the respect of my position?" Haibu shouted sharply.

After Ye Fan heard this, he immediately laughed.

I just feel like I've heard the funniest joke in the world.

"So, what you mean is, how I treated the Sword Master in the hot summer, how I have to treat your so-called King Foluo here?" Ye Fan asked with a smile.

"Exactly!"

"In terms of status, our King Fo Luo and your Sword Temple Master are equal."

"You are a junior, so you should be respectful." Haibu said in a deep voice.

"Okay. Are you curious, how did I pay respect to the Sword Master when I was in Yanshan? Do you want to show you a demonstration?" Ye Fan asked with a smile.

When Haibu heard this, his expression suddenly became strange.

I just feel that this Chu Tianfan is mentally ill, and he has to demonstrate how to respect his superiors?

However, since he said this, Haibu naturally would not refuse. He did not mind that the strongest man at the top of the Heavenly Ranking paid him respectful respect.

"Yes, as long as you don't mind." Haibu agreed happily.

Snap!

Haibu just finished speaking.

Ye Fan slapped him directly.

How fast is Ye Fan?

By the time Haibu and King Foluo reacted, Haibu had been pushed to the ground. Half of his face was swollen like a pig's face, and the smell of blood filled his mouth.

"You!!" Haibu's eyes turned red at that time.

"You bastard, you dare to hit me?"

Haibu got up from the ground, as if he was going to fight Ye Fan desperately.

Ye Fan looked innocent: "Why are you still scolding?"

"Can't you afford it?"

"Didn't you ask me to hit you?"

Ye Fan spread his hands.

"I'll beat your eighth generation ancestor!" Haibu cursed through gritted teeth, "When did I say that?"

"Your palace master is here, he can testify. It was you who just said that I will treat you the same way I treat the Sword Master. To be honest with you, I usually treat the Sword Master like this. And you are taking it lightly.

If I meet the Sword Master in the future, and if he dares to offend me like you do, I'm afraid I will kill half of his life!" Ye Fan smiled lightly.

"I'm going to fuck you. Do you think I will believe you if you say it?" Haibu's eyes were red and he wanted to spit out fire.

This was the second time Ye Fan hit him.

The wounds on his face from the slap Ye Fan gave him before had not yet dissipated.

But he didn't expect that Mark would come again?

"If you don't believe it, then there's nothing I can do." Ye Fan said casually.

Noya next to her was smiling crazily.

I just think Ye Fan is too bad.

He actually made fun of Haibu.
To be continued...