Wherever you pass along the way, a large number of guards from the Temple of War came to stop him.

However, how could these people block Ye Fan's majesty?

Under the power of the Wushuang Grandmaster, a group of powerful people were swept across the sky like leaves in the wind.

At this time, Ye Fan had a expressionless face and his eyebrows were cold.

The whole person is like a demon god reborn, killing people by blocking people, and killing Buddha by blocking Buddha by blocking Buddha. In Ye Fan's eyes, the holy land of martial arts in China is just like a state of no one.

In just a few breaths, Ye Fan walked 9981 steps and rushed directly to the Palace God of War.

"Enough!"

"Don't you stop me yet?"

"I am the holy land of Chinese martial arts, why are you doing whatever you want?"

"Master Wushuang, do you do this? Is it because you want to be enemies of my Chinese martial arts and my Martial God Temple?"
Chapter completed!