After saying that, Ye Fan then turns to leave.

In the large guild hall, only Ye Fan's voice reverberates.

The words are slow, but they are full of pride.

Mo Wuji was in place for a long time. At last, he just sighed.

"He's really a different guy ~"

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among the mountain and water Guildhall, Mo Wuji is still in the tremor for a long time.

However, Ye Fan has already left with autumn Mu orange.

"Ye Fan, I think the Mo family leader is also well intentioned. Why do you refuse?"

On the way back, autumn Mu orange pretty face with doubt, but ask Ye Fan in a low voice.

Ye Fan's face was expressionless and he was laughing in a cold voice.

"It's not him that I refuse. It's the temple of martial arts."

The temple of martial arts is the leader of Chinese martial arts.

As the highest authority of Chinese martial arts, it enjoys the respect and glory of the people, and has the responsibility of protecting the Chinese people.

However, before that, the sword God of Japan hoped that the moon river would cross the sea east to bring disaster to the east of the river. And take Xu Lei's life as a threat, forcing Ye Fan to fight.

Ye Fan doesn't think that the temple of martial arts doesn't know.

However, during those ten days, they did not respond.

Not only did not come forward to protect Jiangdong, but also did not send people to deal with Wangyue river.

He Ye Fan's life and death, is regardless of.

All this, no doubt, is obvious.

Ye Fan is of no importance in their eyes. He died.

They are not willing to deal with Wangyue river for Ye Fan's sake and offend the Japanese martial arts.

Now that they win, they appear.

They also sent people to visit them in Yanjing.

Beautiful words said, for their own banquet to celebrate.

"Why add flowers to the brocade if charcoal has not been sent in the snow?"

"Such a snobbish and hypocritical feast, not to go."

Ye Fan said coldly.

During this period of time, the work of the temple of martial arts undoubtedly made Ye Fan feel no good about this so-called holy land of martial arts in China.

In particular, Ye Fan is not happy with the lofty posture of the temple of Wu.

If you want to see yourself, you don't come in person. Instead, you send someone to summon you to visit them in Yanjing?

It's a great dignity.

Of course, if someone else can be summoned by the temple of martial arts, just as Mo Wuji said before, he will be complacent and proud.

But ye fan can't.

He is the master of the Dragon God, and is the only descendant of the Chu family.

He was the emperor of the world. What qualifications does the temple of martial arts have to make him bow down and submit to the throne!

Speaking between, autumn Mu orange and Ye Fan two people, have come to the parking lot, ready to drive home.

"Mr. Chu, wait a minute ~"

at this time, a voice came from behind.

Wu Weitao, who was still in the guild hall before, did not know when he followed him, shouting at Ye Fan as he ran.

"Well?"

"Wu Shi, do you have anything else to do?" Autumn Mu orange doubts way.

"It's OK, Miss Qiu."

"I'm sorry for what happened just now."

Wu Weitao apologizes and smiles, then looks to Ye Fan.

"Mr. Chu, what happened in the guild hall was a misunderstanding."

"It's really a misunderstanding."

"Otherwise, I'll hold a dinner party at home sometime tomorrow to make amends to Mr. Chu."

"Mr. Chu, what do you think?"

Wu Weitao is apologetic and smiles at Ye Fan.

However, Ye Fan did not pay attention to him.

He turned a deaf ear to his words.

He did not return to the car, after starting, facing autumn Mu orange cold way: "get on."

"Ye Fan, Wu Shita..."

in this paper, the author analyzes the reasons for the above problems