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"Hahaha, congratulations to the Temple of War~"

That night, the phone number from the Yanxia Martial God Temple was almost blown up.

But the Sword Saint and the others were not happy about what they should have been happy about.

On the contrary, his old face was blue and white, which was extremely ugly.

In the end, he simply tore off the phone line and stopped answering anyone's phone number.

It was already evening at this time.

When the whole world was in chaos, there was a solemn look in the Temple of Martial God.

"Sword Saint, what should I do now?"

"Ye Fan is not dead, is still alive?"

"But we sent all the wreaths?"

Tang Hao's face was full of bitterness.

I just think they did something extremely stupid.

"We are anxious."

"Before sending someone to mourn, you should find someone to verify."

"What should I do now?"

Tang Hao was heartbroken and regretted that he was too anxious to hold a funeral for Ye Fan.

Now that I'm done, I'm making a big joke. I guess when Ye Fan comes back, I will definitely think that it was their Martial God Temple who cursed him to death?

However, Tang Hao and the others can't be blamed.

After all, who would have thought that the highest god, Moon God of Japan, would actually help Ye Fan fight against Chu Yuan.

If there was no Yuedu help, Ye Fan would be 100% sure of death.

"What else do you do?"

"Call the phone quickly and recall the special envoy urgently."

"Cancel the funeral at the same time and save the impact."

The Sword Saint also felt very upset inside.

He doesn't know what to do now, so he can only take one step at a time.

"What's the future?"

"In the future, should our Martial God Temple face Ye Fan with his face?"

This is what Tang Hao feels the most helpless and difficult.

The Sword Saint shook his head and said nothing.

Before this, he had planned countless situations, but he had never thought of the one in front of him.

Just as the Sword Saint and others were frowning, a young man rushed in outside the hall: "Uncle Sword Saint, Uncle Tang, you can go to the Tianwang to take a look."

"Shocking news!"

"Tonight, the Skynet will update the Skylist."

"Just five minutes later!"

Mo Wuya, the son of the boxing champion, has recovered a lot and is now taking care of his father.

However, when he learned that the Heavenly List, which had not been opened for many years, was immediately excited and came to inform the Sword Saint and the others.

"What?"

"Is the Tianlist going to be updated?"

The Sword Saint and Tang Hao were also shocked.

Then I felt like turning on the computer and logging into a special website.

On the huge projector, there was a dark curtain at this moment.

In the middle of the dark curtain, there was a red time beating.

Countdown, sixty seconds!

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"Thirty seconds!"

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"Ten seconds!"

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"One second!"

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Boom ~

The golden light shines, and the light and shadows jump.
Chapter completed!