Chapter 1792

"Besides, who doesn't know your boxer protects the calf. If someone hurts your baby son, you have to kill him the next day."

"So you can wait for the good news."

"What's worse now is a boundless victory."

"As long as he can make some achievements in Japan, on the day of his return, I will immediately call up the six pillars and give him the title."

"Just call it, little boxer. What do you think? "

"One door and two titles. In the future, you father and son will become a good story in our Chinese martial arts circle."

"Ha ha ~"

the swordsman laughed.

After hearing this, he felt happy and proud.

Just as the swordsman said, if his son Mo Wuyuan also became a master, they would be masters of father and son.

This honor is enough to be handed down through the ages.

However, when they were talking happily, there was a sudden gust of wind outside the gate.

Then, a figure in white appeared quietly outside the hall.

The mountain wind blows his robes and makes hunting sound.

"Well?"

"God of war?"

Ye Qingtian, the God of war, is the only one who can make a silent appearance outside the temple of martial arts.

Seeing the first man of Chinese martial arts, the swordsman and the boxer immediately got up to greet him.

"Ha ha ~"

"Lao ye, you are here at the right time."

"I was just about to tell you something good."

"I have discussed with the boxer emperor and they that on May 5 this year, a ceremony will be held on the top of Yanshan mountain."

"Fengwuyuan as a little boxing emperor, into the hall of martial god."

"For many years, the seventh strong pillar state in China has finally appeared."

"On that day, we celebrated the whole country!"

"Your army, you have to send someone to support the boxers."

the swordsman laughed.

The boxer did not speak, but the relief and joy on his face was beyond his words.

But ye Qingtian, after hearing this, did not confirm.

There is no emotion on the resolute face.

He turned to ask, "what's the matter with the young master?"

Yeah?

"What young master?" The swordsman was slightly puzzled.

Ye Qingtian immediately frowned.

"Just a few days ago, I defeated the young master of Wangyue River in the land of Jiangdong."

"I remember, his name is YeFan."

Hearing this, the swordsman suddenly realized.

"You call him."

"I sent someone there. It's just nobody. It's not worth caring about."

"At the beginning, we won wangyuehe only by means of wheel tactics and conspiracy."

"Therefore, if ye can win in the first place, it mostly depends on luck."

"What's more, this son is arrogant."

"Extremely disrespectful to my temple of martial arts!"

"If you have some achievements in the war, you will become complacent and arrogant. This kind of disposition is doomed to be a great success."

"Such people are not qualified for our attention."

The swordsman shook his head and said, his words were full of contempt for ye fan.

If you think about it, Ye Fan is just a small person who is not well-known, but the martial arts masters, who are at the top of their power, naturally don't care about him.

"That's it."

"I've seen a lot of them."

"More than 70% of them died in their own arrogance."

"The remaining 30% are also dead."

"There's nothing to pay attention to."

The boxer waved his hand and said without caring.

In his eyes, in addition to his son is boundless, other people, are difficult to enter his eyes.