Looking at the backs of Chen Fei and others leaving, Ye Qingtian was in a complicated state.

Especially when Ye Qingtian heard what Chen Fei said just now, he felt even more uncomfortable.

"The tree falls and the money scatters..."

"The huge Jiangdong has finally dispersed."

Ye Qingtian shook his head and sighed.

Just now, when he heard Chen Fei's words, Ye Qingtian wanted to help them.

After all, it was Ye Fan's relatives and friends, and he was all supposed to atone for Yanxia's martial arts.

However, after thinking about it, Ye Qingtian finally gave up the idea.

Ye Qingtian might be able to help them for a while, but in the end they can't help them for a lifetime.

Ye Fan’s foundation is too huge.

Unless Ye Qingtian keeps guarding Jiangdong, if he leaves, Chen Fei and others will not be able to defend themselves.

It’s better not to have such a flash in the pan.

"I just didn't expect that even Ye Fan's wife and mother would leave."

"Maybe, it's to escape from this sad place."

Ye Qingtian was filled with emotion.

He suddenly discovered that in this Jiangdong land, there seemed to be no more than Ye Fan's relatives left.

"Boy, rest in peace."

"One day, I will avenge you!"

"Trumen owes you, I owe you what Yanxia, ​​the Sword Saints and others dare not ask for it, I'll take it!"

Ye Qingtian stayed in front of Ye Fan's tomb for a day and a night.

At dawn, he bowed three times to Ye Fan.

Afterwards, he took out a dragon-headed mask from his arms and put it on his face.

From today on, Yanxia has lost one war god, but there is one dragon-headed man in the martial arts world.

The giant wheel of time rolls by.

Those events that once shook the world gradually faded away from the erosion of the long river of time.

Yanjing, Xuejia Manor.

"It has been two years since the Dragon Lord fell."

"Two years are enough to make this world forget someone."

"I don't know how many people there are in Yanxia now, but I still remember the Dragon Lord."

"Even even the pretty and thin figure in my mind gradually became blurred."

It was already night now.

The lights are on.

Xue Renyang stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the lights of thousands of houses.

Today is the last day of December.

Tomorrow is the Gregorian New Year.

On this day of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, people all over the world are welcoming the New Year with a joyful and upbeat attitude.

Looking out from the window, the streets were filled with traffic.

Those who come and go are all citizens who meet for the New Year’s Eve.

There are couples, relatives, friends, and parents and children.

This world looks peaceful and quiet.

Everyone was laughing, making noise, and making an appointment for New Year's Eve.

However, the more this world is, the sadder Xue Renyang feels in his heart.

"The people of this world only enjoy the peace of time with peace of mind, but how many people really miss those who have carried the burden for you?"

Xue Renyang sighed for a long time.

Every grand festival, Xue Renyang would think of the sad and thin figure.

For all those who have experienced that catastrophe, the memories of that day are all blood-red.

"Grandpa, I just got the news."

"Just a few hours ago, a hotel in New York City took advantage of the New Year celebration of Truman members, the dragon-headed man entered the drinks with his sword."

"Kill thirty-eight Truman strong men in a row!"

"There are one elder of Truman!"

"The other three elders were seriously injured!"

"As of just now, the Dragon Head Man has launched 96 attacks on the relevant forces of the Truman since the first crime. Four hundred and thirty-two Truman strongmen died at the hands of the Dragon Head Man."

"The Truman has issued a hunt for this person worldwide."

"The amount of the bounty has increased from 100 billion to 300 billion!"

......

At this time, behind Xue Renyang, a young man reported on the recent situation.

When Xue Renyang heard the news of the Dragon Head Man committing the crime again, he couldn't help but frown and asked in a deep voice: "Who do you think this Dragon Head Man is?"

"Grandpa, could it be Mr. Chu? Mr. Chu is the master of the Dragon God Temple, and this person happened to wear a dragon head mask. Doesn't this mean, the head of the Dragon God?"

"And, this person's strength is as strong as Mr. Chu, and he is extremely powerful."

"Now a voice has appeared in the martial arts world, saying that the Lord of the Dragon God Temple has returned to the world. The dragon-headed man who slaughtered the powerful Chu people was Chu Tianfan who had been exiled to the world back then!"

The young man kept talking, his eyes burning.

The eyes were full of expectations and excitement.

However, Xue Renyang shook his head: "That dragon head man must not be the dragon master."

"With the nature of the Dragon Lord, he will go to seek revenge on Truman. He will never wear a mask or cover his face."

"If the Dragon Lord really has any difficulties in hiding his identity, there is no need to choose this dragon head mask that is easily reminiscent of him."

"Obviously, there is only one purpose for this dragon-headed man to commit murder in the Truman with this mask."

"That is, avenge the Dragon Lord!"

"Of course, maybe there is another purpose..." Xue Renyang's eyes fluttered and he said in a deep voice.

"What purpose?" the young man asked in confusion.

"Disturbation of Truman and delay the ambitions of Chu Yuan and Truman!" Xue Renyang raised his head and looked into the ancient and distant Truman through the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

"Didn't you notice that this year, most of Truman's energy has been entangled with the Dragon Head Man."

"For so long, Truman has done almost nothing."

"In fact, according to the current power of world martial arts, Truman has the ability to unify global martial arts."

"So, we Yanxia also have to thank this dragon-headed man?" The young man suddenly realized.

Before, he only thought that the Dragon Head Man was avenging Truman for forcing Ye Fan to death.

However, I didn't expect that the appearance of this dragon-headed man has positive significance for global martial arts.

However, when Xue Renyang said this, he sighed again: "I should thank you."

"But, it's just postponed that day."

"As long as the dragon-headed man is not in the divine realm, the general trend of Truman unifying the world will still be unstoppable."

"The dragon lord was able to completely destroy the Truman when he was attracting the sparks of the world, and even ended up with a death-death ending."

"How about this mere person?"

Speaking of this, Xue Renyang was already filled with melancholy and worry, and could not see any future at all.

For them, the future of Yanxia martial arts has long been completely ruined with Ye Fan's fall.

"Where is Miss Xu?"

“Is there any news recently?”

After a brief silence, Xue Renyang asked about Xu Lei's whereabouts.

That year, Ye Fan died. In Xue Renyang's eyes, perhaps the one who was most seriously injured was Xu Lei.

Until now, Xue Renyang still remembers that after returning to China, Xu Lei seemed to have lost half of her life, and her tears almost dried up, and she was determined to die.
To be continued...