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Chapter 1791 send it back

"what to do?"

"Are we just sitting on our Japanese artifact and wandering in a foreign country?"

At this time, outside the Sword God Palace, the crowd had dispersed.

Wangyuehe and Ishinolong were also taken into the palace and treated.

The previous battle has undoubtedly come to an end.

Under the threat of Eiyue Suzumiya, Susanumen did not chase Ye Fan again.

However, Wang Yuehe was unwilling to accept it and looked at Susanumuzun.

Susanumuzu shook his head: "Eight-foot Qiong Geyu has been passed down from ancient times, and it was even a treasure of the moon-reading god back then."

"Our Japanese martial arts holy objects will naturally not fall into the hands of Chinese people."

"However, don't worry about this matter."

"It is urgent to carry out the God-waking ceremony as soon as possible to welcome the return of the Yuedu God."

"At that time, with the powerful strength of the Yuedu God, we probably don't need to take action. The Chinese Martial God Temple will obediently send Bachi Qiong Gouyu back to us."

"If we don't give it to you, we'll go and pick it up."

Susanuma said slowly.

After hearing this, Wangyuehe also felt it made sense and nodded with consent.

"Okay, just as Ming Zun said."

“I’ll start preparing for the ritual of awakening.”

"However, before that, we should send this son of the King of Fighters back to China."

While speaking, Wangyuehe turned his head and looked at Mo Wuya, who had already fainted beside him.

Mo Wuya just wanted to kill Ye Fan, but his skills were not as good as others, and he was eventually abused by Ye Fan.

"Um?"

"Son of the King of Fighters?"

The six-pillar country in China is well-known.

King of Fighters Mo Gucheng, his boxing skills are invincible in the world.

Susanumuzu naturally knew.

"But, looking at this, his limbs were broken."

"If you want to save it, the Temple of War will probably have to pay a lot of money."

Susanumen looked at Mo Wuya's injuries, then shook his head and said in a deep voice.

For ordinary people, such injuries are almost certain to die.

However, the Temple of the Martial Gods commands Chinese martial arts with a profound foundation. As long as they can save them at any cost, Mo Wuya can still save them.

However, this is only the best case.

It is not ruled out that Mo Wuya will die.

"I really didn't expect that the Chinese junior would be so ruthless."

"But you are right. Mo Wuya's staying in Japan is also a burden."

"If you die in our Sword God Palace, it will be difficult to explain."

"Hurry up and use the plane to send him back to China."

"If you leave Japan, you will die or live, and it has nothing to do with us."

Susanumuzu waved his hand and then asked someone to do it.

———

———

The land of China naturally does not know about these things that happened in the Japanese and Western Capital.

In the Temple of No God, the King of Fighters was still drinking tea leisurely.

Sword Saint Xiao Chen lowered his head and wiped his sword.

"Sword Saint, you said Wuya has been away for a while, right?"

"Why is there no news yet?"

"In theory, it's time to come back."

The King of Fighters asked with some concern.

The Sword Saint smiled faintly: "Don't worry, Wuya has been following us for so long, and I know his strength very well."

"If the land can threaten his safety, there are only three people."

"Besides, Wuya is your only son of the King of Fighters and has a close relationship with our six pillars."

"To a certain extent, Wuya is my Chinese martial arts prince."
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