With a real title-titled powerhouse, Mo Wuya's half-baked title will naturally have no chance to "title" like this.

However, although it was because of their lack of strength, Ye Fan robbed Mo Wuya's place, so it was normal for them to feel hostile and dissatisfied with Ye Fan.

In the end, Mo Wuya still did not participate in this condolence group.

Only two people were planning to go to the three-person group.

"The King of Fighters, are there only two people?"

"Is this specification a bit too shabby?"

"Often the powerful men under the Grandmasters fell, and our Temple of War also sent at least three people to visit."

"If the Grandmaster dies, there will be at least nine people in the condolence group."

"Ye Fan is always the title master. Although he lacks qualifications, he can't just send two people to visit, right?"

Before leaving, someone looked at the "sweet" condolence group and couldn't help but persuade Mo Gucheng.

But Mo Gucheng didn't care much, waved his hand and said casually.

"All people are dead, what else can I say about the pomp?"

"It's just that I'm here."

"Okay, let them set off."

After saying that, Mo Gucheng turned around and returned to the Temple of the Martial Gods, but he didn't even give it to the condolence group.

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"Brother Hua, this Ye Fan is really the title master?"

"Why do I feel that the Temple of War does not attach much importance to him."

"Last time, a grandmaster was injured, and the Temple of the Martial God sent a nine-person condolence group to visit."

"There are many people with high moral integrity in Yanxia."

"But now, a titled master sacrificed his life for the country. I think that at least it would take several master-level strong men to be able to match the specifications."

"But now, it's too perfunctory to send us two juniors to."

After receiving the order to set off, a black Land Rover Range Rover slowly drove out from Yanjing and headed towards Jiangdong where Ye Fan was.

However, on the way to Jiangdong, the two people in the car who were ordered to visit Ye Fan's widow were talking.

At this time, the person who was speaking was a man in his thirties. In this grade, he could only be considered a junior in the martial arts world, which was often a hundred years old.

He asked in confusion while driving.

And beside him, the young man was half lying on the seat, humming a small song leisurely while holding a cigarette.

If Lu Yanxi and Kong Ming were here, they would definitely recognize at a glance that the young man in front of him was Lu Hua who had traveled to America together.

This Lu Hua was born in a martial arts family with an extraordinary background. His grandfather was even on the list of Yanxia Grandmasters. He and Ye Fan performed missions together, which was considered a comrade-in-arms relationship.

Therefore, no matter from which aspect, it is extremely appropriate to have Lu Hua as one of the candidates for this condolence group.

It's not solemn, but it's not shabby.

Therefore, when the King of Fighters was considering the candidate for the condolence group, he chose Lu Hua the first one.

As for the man who drove, he was named Lin Sicong. He was a junior of the new generation with better talent. He was also a candidate for the training of the Temple of Martial God.

Apart from that, there are no highlights.

The reason why he was asked to join this condolence group was that the King of Fighters was added casually.

“It’s normal.”

"It's just a dead person. No matter how big the show is, is it useless?"

"If we can send people to express our condolences to Yanxia martial arts, it is already the end of our kindness and righteousness."

"After all, as soon as Ye Fan died, the widows he left behind were useless to me, Yanxia Martial Arts."

"Do you think a group of people who have no value will attract the attention of the Temple of War?"

Lu Hua replied lightly.

He has seen a lot of such things.

No matter where you go, you are valued, you are those valuable people.

Ye Fan's so-called family members may pay more attention to Ye Fan's face when Ye Fan was alive.

But now, as soon as Ye Fan died, his family forces that depended on Ye Fan would naturally have no support.

The Temple of the Martial Gods now sends people to express their condolences, and Lu Hua feels that it is nothing more than just a show of it for outsiders to see.

After this condolence is over, the Temple of the Martial God will probably no longer care about Ye Fan’s family.

"Brother Hua, I understand all of what you said."

"But, Ye Fan is the seventh pillar country in Yanxia after all."

"Even if you are doing it, you have to send a few more heavyweight figures."

"Otherwise, we two juniors will go to comfort us. If this is spread, it will be so heartbreaking."

"A great general of the Pillar Kingdom is so desolate after his death?"

Lin Sicong still couldn't figure it out and felt that the arrangement of the Temple of Martial God was too inappropriate.

Lu Hua smiled, "You don't understand this."

"Before I came, I heard that the candidates for this condolence group were arranged by the King of Fighters."

"And Mo Wuya, the son of the King of Fighters, was once the seventh favorite candidate to be named, but in the end he was intercepted by Ye Fan."

"This Ye Fan robbed the other person's son's quota."

"Do you think this King of Fighters will make him feel better?"

"I guess the reason why this condolence group is so low is the meaning of the King of Fighters and their father and son."

After all, Lu Hua was born into a martial arts family and had much more information than Lin Sicong's.

"Oh, there is such a grudge?"

Lin Sicong was shocked when he heard this.

He thought that such disputes on interests would only happen among ordinary people like them.

But unexpectedly, those who stand at the peak of martial arts also have their own selfish desires and desires.

After learning about these grievances, Lin Sicong's doubts were resolved.

But equally, because of this, Lin Sicong's attitude towards this task became much more casual and lazy.

After all, the leaders above do not pay attention to it, so how can those who are doing things below pay attention to it?

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After a day of running around, Lin Sicong and Lu Hua arrived in Yunzhou City, Jiangdong Province.

According to the address they learned before, Lu Hua and the others drove directly to the villa in Genting Mountain.

After months of renovation, the Genting Mountain villa, which was burned in the fire of artillery, has undoubtedly been completely decorated.

On the clouds and mist lake, the shed stands tall.

At the top of the clouds, looking down on all directions.

At the first glance of seeing this villa, Lu Hua and Lin Sicong were shocked by the majestic and magnificent building.

"Sit on the Golden Luan, Napanlong, Town Pagoda, and Crown Pottery."

"This place is a Feng Shui treasure land."

"Even the deep mansion where my grandfather lives is not as grand as this villa."

"It seems that Ye Fan had a considerable power and status in Jiangdong during his lifetime."

After getting off the car, Lu Hua looked at Ye Fan's residence and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

But after being shocked, Lu Hua also laughed and whispered to himself.

"But, so what?"

"No matter how powerful and status you have had during your lifetime, it will be in vain if you die now."

"Just like this villa, no matter how grand or luxurious it is, it will only belong to later generations."

Lu Hua sneered, then raised his footsteps.

One step, step into the top of the clouds!
Chapter completed!