Chapter 2738

"So, it really has nothing to do with you?" Asked King Frodo.

"That's nature!"

"If you don't say it, I don't know about it."

"Think for yourself. I don't have a deep friendship with Nello and others. I can offend the martial arts of other countries for their ants who are not even masters?"

"What's more, in the rain forest, I've been fighting and seriously injured."

"At that time, I wanted to kill so many people, but I couldn't do it at all."

"In this case, it is obvious that someone has framed me, framed our Indian martial road!"

Burning the sky gnashing teeth said, the whole chest is almost to be gas explosion.

For so many years, he designed others.

I didn't expect that he had been designed by others.

What a shame!

"Frodo, you don't have to worry about it."

"I promise that I will find out the person behind the scenes!"

After saying that, burning the sky will leave.

"Burn the sky, come back ~"

"burn the sky ~"

King Froude stopped him, but the burning sky turned a deaf ear and had already gone far away.

"Ah ~"

"this guy is still so impulsive." King Frodo sighed, worried.

"What now, and how to reply to them?" After burning the sky, the king of Buddha and others still have to face the conquest of martial arts.

"What else can I do? Answer truthfully."

"It's said that the king of India burned the sky and was trapped by people. At this time, it has nothing to do with the martial arts of India!"

"It's not what we did, and we're not responsible for it!"

In this way, the king of Buddha directly responded to the martial arts of various countries with a strong attitude.

Subsequently, it naturally triggered a greater wave of anti India in the international martial arts and Taoism circles.

However, different from the clamor of foreign countries, China's martial arts and Taoism circles are peaceful.

Since returning from the Amazon rainforest, ye Qingtian, the God of war, has been waiting for Ye Fan's news.

One day, two days ~

more than half a month has passed.

The boy, still no news.

Ye Qingtian and others are just the news of the death of the powerful in various countries.

At this time, it is the sunset.

At the top of Yanshan mountain, a dignified man, dressed in white, stood with his hands on his back, and his deep eyes looked far away at the direction of the Pacific Ocean.

No one knows what kind of melancholy is in the heart of this man at this time.

After a while, the sound of footsteps came from behind.

"Lao ye, you are here. We are looking for you." The swordsman said with a smile.

"Why, Ye Fan has news?"

Seeing the swordsman coming, ye Qingtian asked in a hurry.

The swordsman shook his head: "no, I have sent someone to Jiangdong."

"If he's still alive, he'll be in touch with his family."

"However, if their families don't have any news of him for such a long time, it will be very dangerous."

The swordsman sighed, and after a moment's silence, he continued.

"By the way, you should have heard about the Holocaust in America?"

"At present, the martial arts of all countries are in agreement, and they suspect that the king of India burned heaven."

"What do you think of it?"

Ye Qingtian nodded and said, "well, I heard that."

"But I don't think that the killing would be done by burning the sky."

"I have investigated that during the war between burning heaven and ye fan, one arm was cut off by a mysterious woman."

"It is not likely that he, who has suffered heavy losses, will destroy all the hundreds of powerful people."

"What's more, he slaughtered all the people in the world for the sake of a few warriors of his own country, and left his name behind."

"The logic doesn't make sense."