Chapter 1795

In the temple of martial arts, the emperor's cold laughter could not stop echoing.

Ye Qingtian had no expression, and said in a deep voice: "a young master who can defeat the third strongest in Japan and may win the top ten in the sky list in the future. He has entered the martial god temple and won the seventh post state God General of China. Shouldn't this be

Yes, the champion guessed well.

Ye Qingtian really intends to recommend Ye Fan to the Wu Temple.

Of course, the premise of all this is that Ye Fan really defeated Wangyue river with his own strength that day.

With this record alone, Ye Fan has the qualification to enter the Wu Temple.

As for Mo Wuyuan, the son of the emperor of boxing, he was born in the temple of martial arts and grew up in the temple of martial arts. Ye Qingtian naturally understood Mo boundless's strength.

He admits that Mo's talent is good.

But now the boundless, distance from the realm of the master, but also almost hot.

Therefore, out of public interest, ye Qingtian of course prefers Ye Fan, who has greater potential, rather than boundless.

"Joke!"

"When can we become the title master of China just by guessing and possibly a few words?"

"God of war, I still said that. All your judgments now are conjectures."

"You want to recommend Ye Fan, the younger generation of Jiangdong, to take charge of the temple of martial arts. Well, as long as he defeats my son boundless, I will have no two words and will agree with your proposal with both hands."

"But before that, no matter how much you talk about it, it's no use."

"Nobody is a nobody. Before defeating my son, Ye Fan is not qualified to be appointed as a master, and even less qualified to become the seventh pillar state of China!"

The words are sonorous, just like gold and stone landing, reverberating everywhere.

The word of the boxer emperor is decisive and eloquent.

He is not confident enough to beat Ye Qingtian.

But he has absolute confidence, his son is boundless, will be able to defeat that nobody, Ye Fan!

However, it was just after the words of the emperor of Quan fell.

Boom ~

outside, there was a dull sound.

It's like a helicopter flying by.

The dull roar, just like the roar of wild animals, echoes on the top of the whole Yanshan mountain.

"Well?"

"What's going on?"

"What happened?"

The swordsman and others immediately frowned and asked in a deep voice.

Soon, outside the hall, someone rushed in.

Perhaps it was too much fear. After entering the hall, the man knelt down directly.

"No, swordsman."

"Mo... Master Mo, he, he..."

the man was shaking, and half of the speech, he was already sobbing.

Hearing this, Mo Gucheng, the champion of boxing, was not calm.

With a sense of foreboding in his heart, he went up and asked, "what's the matter?"

"My son is boundless. What's the matter with him?"

Mo Gucheng roared in a low voice, burning with anxiety.

The man in charge tried to hold back his fear, and finally said, "master mo.. He... He has been abandoned!"

What?

"It's impossible?"

"You must be talking nonsense!"

"My son is boundless and has the strength of being a master."

"And the only son of my champion."

"Who dares to abolish him in this world?"

"Who can abolish him?"

"It must be you, rubbish, talking nonsense!"

"Nonsense ~"

at first, Mo Gucheng didn't believe it at all, shaking his head and yelling.

And then, Mo boundless's body was carried in.

He was covered with blood and his limbs fell helplessly.

Dying, just like a dying old man.

That look, as miserable as it is, is not human at all.

If it was not for the heartbeat, no one would think that he was still alive.

At the moment of seeing the corpse, Mo Gucheng, the boxer emperor, only felt that in his mind, he exploded with a roar, like a bolt from the blue, and directly split him in place.