"What's wrong with Jiangdong Wudao? Jiangdong Wudao can..."

The Sword Saint subconsciously lost his temper.

But soon, the Sword Saint fell silent.

The original anger quickly dissipated.

Replaced with it is a kind of helplessness.

"Is it Jiangdong?"

"It's not surprising that his hometown will react like this."

Of course, the Sword Saint knew where the land of Jiangdong was.

That was the place that once belonged to Ye Fan.

That year, when the kings of Jiangdong were in a desperate situation, their Martial God Temple chose to stay out of the matter.

It was from this incident that the Temple of the Martial God completely lost control of Jiangdong martial arts.

In the following years, the Temple of the Martial God also sent people to reorganize the Jiangdong Martial Arts.

But yes, that person left too deep a mark in that place in Jiangdong.

Even though several years have passed, Jiangdong Wudao still only knows Chu Tianfan, but not the Temple of the Martial God.

Now, the Temple of the Martial God is facing a catastrophe. Jiangdong Wudao did not obey the orders and did not come to guard the Temple of the Martial God. There was no surprise in this reaction.

"Forget it, if you don't come, don't come."

"Just as long as the coalition forces of several other provinces arrive."

"Especially in Jiangbei and Tiannan provinces with strong martial arts power, just come to Yanshan to guard the Martial God Temple."

The Temple of the Martial God has lost all its heart in Jiangdong, and the Sword Saint does not expect the warriors in Jiangdong to come and guard the Temple of the Martial God to the death.

Anyway, the Yanxia is so big that it is not a big deal to have one Jiangdong martial arts.

However, as soon as the words of the Sword Saint fell, the gate of the hall was pushed open.

I saw a man breaking into the Temple of Martial God in panic and said anxiously: "Sword Saint, King of Fighters, are not good."

"Just... I just got the news that the martial arts coalition forces in Jiangbei suddenly changed their route without reporting and entered Jiangdong without reporting!"

What?

"Did you change the route to Jiangdong?"

"Who is the leader of Jiangbei martial arts?"

"Contact him immediately!"

The Sword Saint suddenly became irritable and said furiously.

“I’ve tried it.”

"But it can't be done."

His subordinates said in panic.

"Try again!"

"If you don't do it once, then it's ten times, one hundred times!"

“Until it is connected!”

"I have to ask what they are doing in Jiangbei martial arts at the critical moment of life and death?"

"What are you doing when you run to Jiangdong?"

As the saying goes, the more critical the moment, the more likely it is to cause trouble.

Originally, the Truman army was in a hurry to the point of being in a hurry.

Now, first, Jiangdong Wudao refused to listen to the order, and then Jiangbei Wudao changed the way without authorization.

The Sword Saint only felt that the Yanxia martial arts seemed to be completely messed up this night.

"Jiangbei?"

"Sword Saint, I remember that the Lu family, who was destroyed by Ye Fan before, was from Jiangbei Martial Arts?"

"You said, they suddenly went to Jiangdong at this time, would they want to take revenge in the chaos and dig Chu Tianfan's grave?" King of Fighters Mo Gucheng seemed to remember something and immediately inferred.

The Sword Saint remembered it too.

Because of the Lu family's affairs, the entire Yanxia martial arts world caused a lot of controversy.

At that time, Ye Fan not only destroyed the entire Lu family, but also killed many warriors in Jiangbei.

Later, Jiangbei martial arts always regarded Ye Fan as an enemy.

Now that Jiangbei martial arts suddenly switched to Jiangdong, it is very likely that he wanted to take the opportunity to avenge his revenge.

"The current leader of Jiangbei martial arts is Zhang Jiuling, right?"

"That old guy is so confused."

"At the moment of Yanxia Martial Arts' life and death, did he actually lead Jiangbei Martial Arts' to avenge his personal revenge?"

The Sword Saint was trembling with anger.

"It's done!"

"Sword Saint, King of Fighters, the phone is on."

After trying to make hundreds of calls, I finally contacted Zhang Jiuling, the current leader of Jiangbei martial arts, who is now the leader of Jiangbei martial arts.

"Zhang Jiuling, you still dare to answer my phone."

"I ask you, at the critical moment of the Yanxia martial arts crisis, you did not obey the order and suddenly turned to Jiangdong. What do you want to do?"

"I will now order you as the Lord of the Martial God Temple and immediately withdraw from Jiangdong!"

"I know you Jiangbei Martial Arts and Jiangdong Martial Arts have some hatred."

"But the enemy is in front of you, how can you fight in internal conflict?"

"There are revenge and resentment, and I will avenge you later!"

"Hear?"

The sword saint was full of anger and directly issued an order to Zhang Jiuling.

The Sword Saint thought that he would hear Zhang Jiuling's panic explanation next.

However, to the surprise of the Sword Saint, Zhang Jiuling did not show any fear in the face of his reprimand.

Instead, he said in an extremely solemn tone: "Are you the Lord of the Martial God Temple Sword Saint?"

"I answered your call tonight, just to notify you."

"Start immediately, my Jiangbei Martial Arts will be officially incorporated into Jiangdong Martial Arts. I will no longer respect the Martial God Temple as the main body, nor will I be ordered by the Martial God Temple!"

"I hope I know."

Zhang Jiuling's majestic and serious voice sounded quietly.

The sound was not loud, but it exploded like thunder when it fell into the sword saint's ears.

"Zhang Jiuling, do you... know what you are talking about?"

"Do you dare to be responsible for what you said just now?"

The sword saint's trembling voice was full of anger.

Perhaps because of his emotions being too excited, the Sword Saint's always majestic and steady face became more and more majestic at this moment.

If it weren't for thousands of miles apart, the Sword Saint would have pierced Zhang Jiuling's heart with one sword.

"Hahaha..."

"Responsible?"

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Jiuling suddenly burst into laughter.

“Who is responsible for?”

"Responsible for you Sword Saint? Or for your Martial Temple?"

"You can even betray your compatriots, you can't even shelter the Chinese. Why should I be responsible for you?"

"Master of the Sword Saint Temple, we Yanxia have an old saying."

"Those who have attained enlightenment will have many helps, and those who have lost their enlightenment will have fewer people."

"At that time, Wushuang's title was named Chu Tianfan and was surrounded and killed by the Chumen outside the country. As the leader of Yanxia martial arts and the master of the Martial God Temple, you are indifferent and sit down and watch me as the first day of Yanxia before being forced to commit suicide!"

"From that moment, I knew that you, Sword Saint and King of Fighters, would lose all your heart!"

"The Temple of the God of War is destined to be destroyed by you and others!"

Zhang Jiuling was both stern, and his cold laughter was filled with satirization and disappointment towards the Temple of the Martial God.
To be continued...