"What...what?"

"Yuan...Yuan Ling Fruit?"

"You said you were eating Yuanling Fruit?"

At that time, Tang Hao widened his eyes and looked at Ye Qingtian, who was gnawing an apple in front of him like a ghost.

After saying that, Tang Hao walked over and snatched the half of the Yuanling Fruit that the God of War had not finished gnawing.

"It's a waste of natural resources, you're a waste of natural resources~"

"This thing is a holy object of cultivation."

"Every one is almost possible to create a martial arts master."

"You've been named the God of War. If you don't keep it for the younger generation, do you still eat it yourself?"

"Damn, you're wasting, you're completely wasting."

Tang Hao said heartbrokenly, his old face twisted, as if the God of War was not eating Yuanling Fruit, but his flesh and blood.

In this way, Tang Hao kept criticizing the God of War.

Finally, he seemed to be tired and a little thirsty. Tang Hao actually picked up the remaining half of the Yuanling Fruit and started gnawing.

"Um?"

"Not to say, it's quite delicious?"

"It melts immediately after entering the mouth, just like taking a sip of fairy spirit."

"I just feel an inexplicable warm current stirring in my chest."

"I'm much better in my whole spirit."

While speaking, Tang Hao ate another bite and finally ate all the remaining half of the God of War.

This scene made Ye Qingtian stunned. Finally, the God of War smiled bitterly: "You guy, don't dislike me yet. Do you eat what I have left?"

"Good thing, who dislikes it?" Tang Hao gave Ye Qingtian a blank look, and then swallowed all the Yuanling Fruit.

“Haha~”

"What good thing? Take it out and let me try it too?" At this time, it seemed that I could hear the noise of the two gods of war. The sword saint Xiao Chen, who had been living deep in the hall, walked out.

After seeing the Sword Saint, Tang Hao complained first: "Sword Saint is Yuan Ling Fruit."

"Old Ye, this guy, steals the Yuanling Fruit with us on his back."

What?

"Yuan Ling Fruit?" The Sword Saint frowned immediately after hearing this.

The Sword Saint is so familiar with the Yuanling Fruit.

Decades ago, his only personal disciple was lost in a foreign land because of this Yuan Ling Fruit.

Now that I heard this name again, the sword saint's long-silent heart was filled with sensation.

"Tang Hao, you guy, the evil guy complains first. Didn't you eat?"

"I'll eat some of your leftovers."

"That's considered eating..."

While the God of War and Tang Hao were bickering, the Sword Saint asked in a deep voice: "Old Ye, where did you get the Yuanling Fruit?"

"Could it be that there are other places in this world besides the Amazon rainforest?"

Ye Qingtian shook his head: "No, I took it from Ye Fan."

"This kid is worthy of his trip."

"He stole a lot of Yuanling Fruits and came back."

"I went to Jiangdong before, so he asked me to bring the Yuanling Fruit back, saying that it was to do some of our own strength for Yanxia martial arts, so that we could share these Yuanling Fruits to those who needed him." Ye Qingtian said slowly.

"Then you still steal food?" Tang Hao glared.

Without thinking, Tang Hao also knew that Ye Qingtian might have stolen more than one of them.

The God of War was too lazy to pay attention to him: "I will naturally have my own reason for eating."

"The packaging of those Yuan Ling Fruits was damaged, and most of the spiritual power was lost on the road."

"If I don't eat it, that's a waste."

After saying that, Ye Qingtian ignored Tang Hao and threw a backpack behind him to the Sword Saint.

"Look, it's all here."

"If you make good use of it, you should be able to cultivate at least one martial arts master." Ye Qingtian said with a smile.

"I'm going, are there so many?"

"No wonder I didn't hear that at that time, who will fall in the Yuanling Fruit Flower."

"Now it seems that it was all taken away by Ye Fan."

“Hahahaha~”

"That guy, you can't hide it deeply, you can't hide it deeply..."

Tang Hao looked at the backpack full of flowers, and each Yuanling Fruit was wrapped in a characteristic wooden box, and he was so happy that he couldn't stop talking.

These things may not be considered treasures for their titled Grandmasters. But for the entire Yanxia martial arts, they are definitely a huge treasure.

You should know that the Yuanling Fruit has great help to the powerful ones who are masters. It can even help the innate strong ones enter the realm of the martial arts master.

Now that they have obtained this treasure in the hot summer, Tang Hao is naturally happy.

"How about it, Sword Saint."

"My God of War has a good look at people, right?"

"I have said a long time ago that Ye Fan seems unruly, but he still has a righteous heart and a sense of family and country."

"This kind of person should be worthy of use."

Ye Qingtian said proudly, with a little bit of pride in his words.

After all, Ye Fan was pushed up with one hand.

Now this guy is considered to have a face for him, so the God of War naturally feels that there is light on his face.

The Sword Saint nodded: "Yes."

"To be honest, I didn't expect that Ye Fan still has this mind."

"During this period, my Martial God Temple has had a very good fight with him. Not only does he have any grudges, he is willing to offer such a treasure."

"This mind alone is indeed not comparable to ordinary people."

"In the past, I was always curious about what Ye Fan was born in poverty and was at a young age to reach his current height."

"Now it seems that this mind is one of the reasons."

"Old Ye, you won."

"If you nominate Ye Fan as the permanent palace master, I will no longer object."

The Sword Saint was finally impressed by Ye Fan's noble behavior, and finally took a step back and expressed his willingness to accept Ye Fan and become the fourth permanent hall master of the Temple of the Martial Gods.

“Hahaha~”

“Hahahaha~”

However, after hearing the sword saint's approval, the God of War laughed.

At the end of laughter, he sighed.

"Forget it."

"We just want to give it to you, but they don't want it?"

Ye Qingtian shook his head, and then walked into the hall on his own.

The Sword Saint and Tang Hao asked behind him: "Why, have you asked him?"

"Yes, I went to Jiangdong for this matter, but he refused. Forget it, just behave like such a genius and have no chance of having sex with me Yanxia martial arts."

Ye Qingtian seemed not to want to mention this matter again. After sighing, he said in confusion: "Where is the King of Fighters?"

"Why haven't I seen him?"

Speaking of King of Fighters, the Sword Saints and the others became more and more depressed.

"I called you to come for this."

"Wuya is back." The Sword Saint sighed.

"Good thing, why are you sighing? Could it be that you don't want him to come back?" Ye Qingtian became even more confused.

"Oh~" Tang Hao sighed again, "Wuya was seriously injured, and he was only breathless. Anyway, it was quite miserable, and the King of Fighters was accompanying him day and night."
To be continued...