"I'm the pillar, you're paralyzed!"

The scalper cursed, kicked the ground with his back foot and kicked him hard.

This time the scalpers used a little more strength.

He directly kicked the ribs of the Sword Saint and the King of Fighters.

The two of them spitted blood and rolled down the mountain.

"You two!"

"You said you are from Jiangdong, why are you playing with a pen?"

The scalper was so angry that the two old guys, King of Fighters and Sword Saint, were so angry that they cursed directly.

Then he asked Yanxia's warriors why they were playing with the idiots like the King of Fighters and the others.

Who dares to answer this?

The Sword Saint and the others are the hall masters of the Martial God Temple. All of the people present are silent in front of the Sword Saint and the others on weekdays.

The entire Yanxia martial arts are very respectful to the Sword Saint and others.

Now the scalper in front of him actually scolded the King of Fighters and the others for their bad pens.

This scolding is unprecedented and no one comes afterwards.

Who dares to agree with this?

Even Ye Qingtian had no echo.

Instead, he turned around and ran down the mountain to check the injuries of King of Fighters and the others.

"Sword Saint, King of Fighters, don't be stupid anymore!"

"Hurry up and go to Jiangdong with this scalper."

"Yanshan is gone, we will call back in the future."

"Why do you care so much about the gains and losses of a city and a place?"

Ye Qingtian said with a grudge and persuaded the Sword Saint repeatedly.

The swordsman and the King of Fighters were covered in blood.

They were seriously injured, but just now they were kicked steadily by the scalper, and their injuries worsened again.

Now they even struggled to stand up.

But even so, the Sword Saint still shook his head: "Old Ye, you don't understand."

"I, the King of Fighters, and Tang Hao, have been here in Yanshan for the rest of my life, and have also been to the Temple of the Martial Gods for the rest of my life."

"We have lived on this land all our lives."

"In order to guard Yanshan, Tang Hao died violently."

"Now, let me and the King of Fighters give up the land that Tang Hao protected with his life and escape back to Jiangdong with you?"

The Sword Saint shook his head and smiled, and continued.

"Sorry, we can't do it, we can't do it."

"If we leave, how can we be worthy of Tang Hao?"

"How to be worthy of Yanshan we have guarded over the years."

The Sword Saint and the King of Fighters were determined and had no intention of leaving Ye Qingtian.

Ye Qingtian was so angry that he trembled: "We are just leaving for the time being. It is possible that we will definitely call back in the future."

"Do you have to die in Yanshan to be worthy of Tang Hao and those dead compatriots?"

"You guys are confused!"

Ye Qingtian really doesn't understand the stubbornness of the Sword Saint and others. Only when a person lives can everything be possible.

What a simple thing.

But some people give up the opportunity to live for some false reputation and for some vague things.

Isn't this stupidity, and what?

"It's a pursuit."

"Just like Lao Ye, when you face Chu Yuan just now, didn't you give up escaping and willing to use death to protect the people behind you?"

King of Fighters Mo Gucheng also smiled sadly.

"But can it be the same?"

"Now I, Yanxia warriors, are all following the scalpers back to Jiangdong."

"You two should also go back and work with us to continue to guard my martial artists who survived the summer." Ye Qingtian retorted.

The Sword Saint and the others shook their heads again.

"Old Ye, we are different."

"You don't understand our feelings for Yanshan, and you don't understand our feelings for the Temple of War."

"We are actually very clear that after evacuating today, the Temple of War God will be completely finished."

"The Temple of War God is gone, what's the use of living, I and the King of Fighters?"

"But..." Ye Qingtian wanted to persuade him again.

But the Sword Saint and the others no longer want to listen.

"Old Ye, have you heard a word?"

"The emperor guards the country's gates, and the king dies in the country."

"When Emperor Chongzhen was able to retreat to Jiangnan and survive in the face of the army of the King of Rebellion, but why didn't he leave?"

"But choose to hang it on the coal mountain!"

"That's because the king of the devastated country is no longer qualified to live again."

"I have no face to see his people."

"Old Ye, let us do it."

"You go with them."

"I'm counting on you in the future of Yanxia martial arts."

The Sword Saint and the King of Fighters have made up their minds.

After all, they chose to return to Jiangdong with Ye Qingtian.

Instead, choose to live and die with the Yanshan Martial God Temple!

"Can you still leave?"

"I said you mother-in-law and mother, do you believe it or not, I, the old cow, kicked you to death?"

When the scalpers saw that they were still talking nonsense, they were so angry that they immediately cursed in anger.

"Walk?"

"Can you leave?"

As soon as the scalper finished his words, a very gloomy voice rolled from under Yanshan Mountain.

Immediately afterwards, Chu Yuan, who was kicked into the bottom of the mountain by a scalper, soared into the sky like an arrow leaving the string.

The surging power was like a sea of ​​abyss, sweeping across the world again in an instant.

"It's the old sect leader!"

"The old sect leader is out!"

"Hahaha.."

"The old sect leader is fine!"

The Truman, who had just been silent, undoubtedly had a great morale after seeing Chu Yuan reappearing in the world.

It was just a poor Yanxia warrior, and everyone looked at them in panic.

Even Ye Qingtian also felt worried.

Although now, scalpers have joined.

However, Ye Qingtian and the others were still a little worried about whether this scalper could beat Chu Yuan head-on.

"Oh shit!"

"You bunch of sluts."

"If you don't want to leave, I will be burdened by my old cow again."

Seeing Chu Yuan running out again, the scalper complained and cursed.
To be continued...