However, before Ye Qingtian was shocked for a long time, Lao Niu stared at him when he heard what the God of War said.

A hoof hit Ye Qingtian's face directly.

"You're the fucking one who cares about Ye Fan!"

"I am an old cow born to raise cattle, what does that have to do with hanging hair?"

"Did I eat his rice?"

The old cow was very angry.

How noble the old cow is, but now it is regarded as a beast raised by Ye Fan. It is strange that the old cow is not angry.

However, Lao Niu still showed mercy to Ye Qingtian.

Otherwise, with the current injury of the God of War, Lao Niu could kill him with one slap.

At this time, the God of War had already stood up with a sad face and shame.

"I'm sorry, Brother Niu."

"I was speaking out of control and said the wrong thing at the moment."

Ye Qingtian also knew that he was at fault and immediately apologized to the old cow.

He also didn't expect that the four-legged old cow in front of him would be so arrogant.

Sure enough, awesome people all have tempers.

No, now I should say, awesome, awesome.

"Stop talking nonsense, are you Ye Fan's little brother?"

"If so, just follow me, Lao Niu."

"If not, just stay and wait for death."

Scalpers don't want to waste too much time here.

There are still a lot of pig knuckles waiting for him to gnaw over in Jiangdong?

He didn't want to waste his precious life on this group of insignificant people.

Ye Qingtian was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, yes, I, Ye Qingtian, am Ye Fan's younger brother."

"Not just me, these people around me are all Ye Fan's younger brothers. We are all from Jiangdong."

Ye Qingtian is such a shrewd person.

He quickly saw the situation in front of him clearly.

Knowing that this old cow seems to only help people from Jiangdong who are close to Ye Fan.

Simply say that they are all from Jiangdong.

"Cio!"

"Is that much?"

The corners of Lao Niu's eyes twitched. He was very troubled because there were probably hundreds of people in front of him.

"Are you really all from Jiangdong?"

"Are they all Ye Fan's younger brothers?"

Lao Niu was a little suspicious and started asking questions one by one.

The warriors in Yanxia are not stupid either. They know whether they can survive now depends on this old cow.

Therefore, they all nodded and took the initiative to admit that they were from Jiangdong and were Ye Fan's subordinate disciples.

"That's okay."

"Since you are all, then hurry up and follow me, Lao Niu, and go back to Jiangdong."

"I don't want to stay in this miserable place for a second."

Lao Niu urged everyone to leave Yanshan and head to Jiangdong.

However, among so many people, there will always be some who are unwilling to give up Yanshan and return to Jiangdong.

For example, King of Fighters, Mo Gucheng!

Just as Lao Niu was about to lead everyone away, the King of Fighters Mo Gucheng walked out anxiously.

He blocked Lao Niu and said angrily: "Why do you want to go back to Jiangdong?"

"Obviously Yanshan is the holy land of Yanxia martial arts!"

"Since you can defeat Chu Yuan, you must also be able to defeat Chu Men."

"You have the ability to guard Yanshan."

"Moreover, as a Yanxia Niu, you also have the obligation to guard the Yanxia Martial Arts Holy Land!"

"So, you can't go back to Jiangdong."

"You have to stay and help us repel the Trumen and guard this sacred place of martial arts in the hot summer!"

"Compared with Yanshan, Jiangdong is just a small place. Why should we live in such a small place if we leave the holy land undefended?"

The King of Boxers Mo Gucheng said in a deep voice with fierce words.

But after all, it means the same thing.

Don’t go to Koto!

The King of Fighters' ideas undoubtedly coincide with those of the Sword Master.

"The King of Fighters is right. Since you are a Yanxia Cow, the Holy Land of Yanxia Martial Arts should be guarded, not that tiny place in Jiangdong."

"You have to stay and fight with us against Truman."

"That place in Jiangdong has no danger to defend and no one to defend it. It has no value symbol for Yanxia Martial Arts and there is nothing worth guarding."

"But Yanshan is the belief of Yanxia warriors and the seat of the highest martial arts authority in Yanxia. Its symbolic significance is extremely huge."

"I also feel that even if we defend to the death, we should still defend Yanshan!"

Neither the Sword Master nor the King of Fighters wanted to go to Jiangdong.

The God of War also proposed it before, but both of them rejected it.

They have feelings for Yanxia and Yanshan.

But he obviously has no feelings for Jiangdong.

Moreover, because of the appearance of Ye Fan in that place, the King of Fighters and the others lost face in Jiangdong back then.

They really don't like this kind of place.

Why should I go to Jiangdong to defend the hometown of a dead man if I leave the Holy Land of Martial Arts in Yanxia?

Compared with the entire Yanxia Martial Arts Holy Land, Ye Fan was clearly unworthy and asked the entire Yanxia Warriors to defend his homeland.

"Sword Master, King of Fighters, how long have they been, and you still can't let go of your personal prejudices?"

"What's the point of arguing about these things at this time?"

"Preserving the vitality of my Yanxia Martial Arts is the most important thing!"

Hearing what the Sword Master and the others said, Ye Qingtian gritted his teeth in anger.

A disaster is approaching, but the King of Fighters and the others are still clinging to the symbolic meaning of Yanshan.

Could it be that Jiangdong is not the land of hot summer?

When Ye Qingtian was angry, Lao Niu seemed to hear something and couldn't help but frowned.

He turned his head and asked the Sword Master and the King of Fighters: "Are you two from Jiangdong too? Are you also Ye Fan's younger brother?"

At this time, everyone present looked over.

Many people are waiting for the Sword Master's answer.

Ye Qingtian stood next to Lao Niu and winked at the sword masters vigorously.

Let them admit that they are from Jiangdong and are Ye Fan's subordinates.

However, the King of Boxers Mo Gucheng sneered: "Jiangdong?"

"I told you, Jiangdong is only a small area, how can it be granted the title of Zhuguo?"

"I am Mo Gucheng, and my ancestral home is Yanjing!"

"This land beneath my feet is my hometown."

"As for my little brother, it's even more ridiculous!"

"At my age, I am old enough to be Ye Fan's grandfather. How can I, the mighty master of the Martial Arts Temple, be his younger brother?"

Mo Gucheng smiled unwillingly.

The sword master also shook his head and refused to say that he was from Jiangdong, let alone admit that he was Ye Fan's subordinate.
To be continued...