"The second glass of wine, toast me with the pillar of Yanxia, ​​the national hero, the Grandmaster of Haotian, Tang Hao!"

Ye Qingtian raised his glass again.

This glass of wine is toast to Master Tang Hao, who has returned to the nine heavens.

After drinking two glasses of wine, Ye Qingtian raised his glass last.

"This third cup, I wish me Yanxia martial arts, all the warriors who died in this catastrophe!"

"If the martyrs had not sacrificed their lives, how could the peace today come?"

Ye Qingtian's eyebrows and eyes were red. As the leader of Yanxia martial arts, he led warriors from all provinces across the country to raise their glasses to salute each other and drink three glasses of turbid wine in a row.

Li Er, Lu Ziming and others were also full of sincerity and respected these martyrs who sacrificed from the bottom of their hearts.

Although they may not have known each other during their lifetime, they may have had some grudges.

However, at this moment, in the face of national justice, all the grudges, love and hatred were undoubtedly let go.

At this time, they only have one common identity, that is, the Yanxia people.

"The dead are gone, and the living are like this."

"The survivors must live better."

"Contribute your own strength to strengthen my Yanxia martial arts."

"But before talking about this, I want to tell you some good news."

"That is, after the Fenghou, one of the Six Pillars of my Yanxia, ​​Mu Zihua returned to Yanshan."

"This is definitely a big event worth celebrating for my Yanxia Martial Arts."

"Today's banquet is for the wind."

"Celebrating the return after the wind!"

"Come on, everyone will drink another glass of wine with me and welcome the wind to go home."

Ye Qingtian changed his previous heavy feeling when mourning Tang Hao and others, and a hint of joy had appeared on his resolute face.

It is always a pleasure to return an old friend.

Everyone in the audience also toasted Fenghou.

The Sword Saint also asked the Fenghou to go out and say a few words.

But the wind obviously has no interest.

"Don't waste time, announce the business."

The cold words of the wind queen made the smiles on the faces of the God of War, the Sword Saint and others froze.

However, since Fenghou was already anxious, Ye Qingtian didn't say anything more.

He turned around and looked at the people below with a muddy gaze.

"Everyone, in addition to celebrating the return of the Wind, today's banquet has another important thing, which I want to announce to you."

"The Truman has been destroyed and the world has returned to peace."

"At the same time, a new martial arts pattern is also being generated."

"As the saying goes, the next wave of the Yangtze River pushes the previous wave."

"After this catastrophe, I, the Sword Saint, the King of Fighters and others, also realized that we are old after all."

"It's time to retreat."

"This world is ultimately the one who belongs to later generations."

"So, after I discussed with the King of Fighters, Sword Saint, Fenghou and others, I unanimously decided to elect a new person to serve as the Lord of the Martial God Temple and become my Yanxia martial arts and new leader!"

Ye Qingtian's powerful words resounded all over the world.

Although everyone was a little surprised when they heard this, it was reasonable.

"It seems that the God of War is about to give way."

"Sure enough, will you be the main focus of Master Wushuang in the future?"

In the audience, many people and cars were thinking like this.

Li Er and Chen Ao were even more happy and proud.

Mr. Chu has worked hard for so many years and experienced so many desperate situations of life and death. Now, he can be regarded as guarding the clouds and seeing the moon bright.

As a peerless powerful man who set foot on the Truman, Ye Fan's name has long been resounding throughout the world.

Even Li Er and the others think that Ye Fan is the number one person in the world today.

It is natural to become the leader of Yanxia martial arts now.

"Hahaha, Chen Ao, it seems that in the future, our Jiangdong will become the center of Yanxia martial arts."

Li Er said proudly.

Jiangdong is Ye Fan’s hometown.

In the future, Ye Fan will definitely live in Jiangdong for a long time.

The place where the martial arts leaders are located is naturally the national martial arts center.

Li Er, Chen Ao and other Jiangdong people seem to have seen the prosperity of Jiangdong in the future.

But just as everyone was waiting for Ye Qingtian to say Chu Tianfan's name.

Suddenly, a thin figure walked out of the Temple of the War God.

Ye Qingtian pointed at him: "I announce that the next Lord of the Martial God Temple is the great disciple of the Queen Feng, Chen Jiuzhou!"

"I hope all the martial arts colleagues will follow Lord Chen in the future and work together for my better future in Yanxia martial arts."

As soon as Ye Qingtian finished speaking, Chen Jiuzhou stepped forward.

He stood at the highest point of Yanshan Mountain and looked down at the Yanxia warrior below.

On Yanshan Mountain, the wind is cold and cold.

He lifted up his clothes and roared.

He stood proudly with his eyes on his back.

Above the handsome face, there is a kind of person standing tall and full of energy.

However, everyone in the audience was unfamiliar with the man in front of him.

Li Er, Lu Ziming and others were even more confused and shocked.

"What?"

"Chen Jiuzhou?"

"What is he?"

"With me, Mr. Chu, who is here, how can I get someone else to command Yanxia martial arts?"

....

"Don't accept it!"

"I am not convinced by Jiangdong martial arts!"

....

"I am not convinced by Jiangbei martial arts!"

"Looking at the hot summer, only Wushuang has the title of Chu Tianfan, who is qualified to take over as the God of War!"

......

After a brief silence, there was a burst of noise from the audience.

The overwhelming voice of doubt almost drown Chen Jiuzhou.

Chen Jiuzhou didn't say anything, but just opened the corners of his mouth.

Then, he turned around, and took a heavy palm, and slapped the bronze statue of Chu Tianfan behind him!

boom!

Amid the deafening sound, the hundred-meter bronze statue was shattered instantly.

Turn into powder and scatter in all directions.

"this..."

"you..."

The audience was shocked, even Ye Qingtian, the King of Fighters and others, and their eyes widened in shock.

They never expected that Chen Jiuzhou would push down Chu Tianfan's bronze statue as soon as he came up.

However, ignored the tremors of the crowd.
To be continued...