"Father...father, is it true?"

"Is grandpa really willing to fight a title master for me?"

"Can grandpa hand me over~"

Lu Hua was obviously panicked. Even though his father was by his side, his tone of speaking was still trembling.

After all, the gap between his strength and Ye Fan is too big.

If he fights alone, he is not Ye Fan's enemy at all.

The only thing he can rely on now is the family.

But Lu Hua was also afraid, afraid that his grandfather and the others would give up on themselves for the sake of family interests.

Compared with a titled master, Lu Hua is too trivial after all.

Since childhood, Lu Hua also knew very well that family interests are always the first priority for any major family.

Anyone may become a victim of family interests.

Of course, it also includes him Lu Hua.

"What are you talking nonsense?"

"You are the future of our Lu family and the best descendant of our family."

"How could your grandpa give up on you?"

"You don't have to think about it."

"Just hide here with peace of mind."

"No matter how strong the storm is, my family will carry it for you."

"What's more, letting you get involved in Jiangdong is also the family's intention. Now that something happens, it's not your responsibility alone."

Lu Hua's father Lu Ziming comforted him from the side.

After hearing these words, Lu Hua's heart undoubtedly became much more stable.

When Lu Hua was panicked, Chu Wenfei among the crowd was naturally not calm.

He looked at the thin figure in the distance, his eyes almost bleeded, and his eyes were red.

"Ye Fan?"

"He is really Ye Fan?"

"Damn it, why is it him again~"

"Why can't I get rid of him wherever I go..."

"Why, why?"

Chu Wenfei clenched his palms tightly, and he growled halfway through his body as if he was crazy.

He traveled thousands of miles, left his hometown, and came to Jiangbei. Why?

It’s not just to get rid of Ye Fan’s nightmare.

But Chu Wenfei never expected that Ye Fan would not disperse his ghost.

No one knew how collapsed Chu Wenfei was at this time.

"Wen Fei, do you know this Ye Fan?"

"It seems very powerful."

Yangzijiang whispered in a low voice.

"That's amazing."

"Just a arrogant and arrogant guy who loves to show off."

"As sooner or later, I will die at the hands of others." When he talked about Ye Fan, Chu Wenfei gritted his teeth in anger.

But no one noticed that after He Yurou, who was beside him, had never dissipated the intoxicating smile on the corner of her mouth after learning that the boy in front of her was really Ye Fan.

"Are you really Ye Fan?"

"That young master with unparalleled title?"

"You...didn't you fall?"

While everyone was trembling, Lu Songliang, who was on the West Lake, also had his old eyes trembled.

Even the tone of his speech was a bit guilty and unexpected.

"Fallen?"

"Your Lu family has not yet been destroyed, how could I, Ye Fan, die?"

Ye Fan sneered, and the angriness in his words caused the water of West Lake under his feet to stir up waves.

"Mr. Wushuang, what do you mean?"

"You and I have never known each other, why did you say such words as soon as you came up and threaten to destroy my Lu family?"

"Don't you think this is a bit over?"

This Lu Songliang can be said to be an erectional spirit.

After the initial accident, I quickly calmed down.

At this time, when he faced Ye Fan, not only did he not show any guilt or shame, but he also spoke loudly and asked Ye Fan in a deep voice.

"What's more, today is the day when I am granted the title."

"The title feast is a major event for the country. Now all the heroes are here, and the senior envoy of the Temple of War is also standing on the high platform at this time."

"But you, without any discernment, make a big fuss about my title-titled banquet, which disturbs the guests' interest."

"Of course, it would be fine if you look down on me, Mr. Lu, but today you are slapped not only by me, Mr. Lu, but also by the face of the Temple of the Martial Gods, and by the faces of my Chinese martial arts seniors."

"Before you insist on your own, it is best to consider whether you can bear the consequences of this matter?"

Lu Songliang's words were filled with a strong chill and threat.

Before entering the title, Lu Songliang had no respect for Ye Fan.

After all, Lu Songliang thinks that he has a very high seniority. Wherever he goes on weekdays, he is regarded as respected by the seniors in China.

Before, when Lu Songliang went to Yanshan, the strong men of the pillar country in the Martial God Temple were treated very well, and he was praised by Mr. Lu.

Ye Fan is just a junior.

In the past, even though Lu Songliang was not favored by this junior, he was at least afraid of Ye Fan.

Now that he has been banned, he naturally has no fear of Ye Fan.

“It’s right!”

"Old Lu is my Chinese martial arts senior."

"As Mr. Lu's seniority, even if he is your grandfather, he is more than enough."

"Even if you are a titled master, you should worship him when you see a martial arts senior."

"What's more, today is the day when Mr. Lu is granted the title."

"Mr. Wushuang is here to make trouble at this time, and he is still talking wildly. Don't you think he is too lawless?"

....

"It's fine if you don't respect seniors, but you won't even respect the Temple of the Martial God?"

.....

"You can't apologize to Mr. Lu quickly!"

.....

Lu Songliang's words undoubtedly gave Ye Fan a great rebellious hat.

Sure enough, as Lu Songliang finished his words, all the martial arts people around him criticized Ye Fan.

They all accused Ye Fan of being domineering, disrespectful to his predecessors, disrespectful to the top of the Martial God, and lawless.

Even He Chen, the special envoy of the Temple of War God and ranked tenth on the Grandmaster List, also glared at Ye Fan with a slight anger: "Master Wushuang, I am happy for you to see that you can return alive."

"But, no matter what misunderstandings there are between Wushuang, Grandmaster, Mr. Lu or the Lu family, please tell me later."

"Today is the title banquet for Mr. Lu from the Temple of the Martial God."

"I believe that no matter whether it is the Sword Saint, the King of Fighters, the God of War, etc., they will not want to see such important occasions. Does anyone make trouble?"

"Listen to me, we are all compatriots. If there is any grudge, please report to the Martial Arts Court."

"At that time, right and wrong, my Chinese martial arts will give the Wushuang Grandmaster a justice."

He Chen stood up at this time and persuaded Ye Fan to be rational and rational, while allowing Ye Fan to resolve the dispute through official channels.

Ye Fan smiled immediately after hearing this.

"What a martial arts court?"

"What a good thing?"

"I'd like to give me justice?"

The laughter was harsh, the laughter was vigorous.

It's just like thunder rolling across the world.

At the end of his laugh, Ye Fan's entire face was already full of luster, as if he was back from hell, Shura!

"Do you really think that Ye Fan still believes in your Martial God Temple? Do you still believe in your so-called Martial Arts Court?"

"Go to Nima's Temple of War and Nima's Martial Arts Court."

"I will guard my justice by myself!"
Chapter completed!