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Worth Deserving Chapter 1827

“God of War?”

“Old Ye?!”

“Uncle Ye?”

“You’re out of the gate?”

Upon seeing the visitor, the Sword Saint and the others first froze, and then immediately became overjoyed.

A moment ago, they still looked as if they were on the brink of an enemy.

But they had never dreamed that the one who had returned at this moment was Ye Qingtian, who had disappeared from seclusion for a long time.


“Old Ye, how did it go?”

“Did you gain anything from this retreat?”

“Can you step into the top ten of the Heavenly Ranking?”

Ye Qingtian’s return undoubtedly made the Martial God Hall crowd rejoice.

This period of time was originally an eventful one for Yan Xia.

First, Chu Yuan led the martial artists of all countries to surround the gates of Yanxia, then there were the huge waves caused by the Dragon God Temple in Jiangdong, and after that, the Moon God of the Sun Kingdom even killed Yanshan directly.

Too many things, too many threats, made the Sword Saints, a few of them, just feel powerless.

After all, too much power was too much for several of them to counteract.

But now, Ye Qingtian’s return had undoubtedly made the guts on these few people, a lot easier.


“That’s natural!”

“How about you guys sparring with me for a few moves?”

“To test the results of my cultivation?”

At this moment, the War God had just returned from seclusion and was undoubtedly in a great mood.

That feeling of power clashing was enough to make anyone feel crazy.

The three Sword Saints looked at each other, and then said with a bitter smile “Next time.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Not feeling well?”

Ye Qingtian frowned at once.

It was then that he felt that the Sword Saint’s breath was fluctuating, as if they had suffered some degree of internal injuries.

The Sword Saint waved his hand, “It’s nothing, a small injury, no harm done.”

The Fist King also said, “It’s just that when the three of us were sparring with each other, we accidentally didn’t get it right, so we got hurt a bit.”

“It’s already healed up a bit.”

“After a few more days, when we are completely healed, we will give you company again.” Boxing Emperor Mo Kucheng laughed harshly.

Ye Qingtian didn’t ask too many questions, so he nodded his head “Fine, let it be as you guys wish.”

“However, in a few days, I’ll have to call that kid Ye Fan over.”

“A few of us will have a drink with him together.”

“I’ll tell you what, you’d better take this opportunity to ease up with him and hold on to this big leg.”

“Trust me, as long as you hold on to this leg, in less than three to five years, you will be able to advance at least ten places on the Heavenly Ranking!”

“The reason I stepped through the bottleneck this time and made a smooth breakthrough is all due to this kid.”

“The martial philosophy he taught me, as well as a supreme martial secret technique, can be said to have enlightened me.”

“This fellow, Ye Fan, is truly a demon.”

“Not only is his own talent amazing, his concept of the martial dao is far beyond us old guys.”

“If we interact with him more, you and I will benefit immensely.”

Ye Qingtian could not hide his admiration and praise for Ye Fan, saying it repeatedly.

But the faces of the three Sword Saints went white almost simultaneously.

They turned their gazes away in unison, not daring to meet the War God’s gaze.

Tang Hao even sighed repeatedly.

How keen was War God Ye Qingtian’s observation, so naturally, he quickly noticed the end of the suspicion.

“What’s wrong?”

“You few, what kind of attitude is this?”

“Could it be that something has happened to Ye Fan?”

Ye Qingtian glared.

“Right, what happened to Ye Fan’s affair with the Chu Clan afterwards.”

“Did the Chu family come to apologize?”

Ye Qingtian remembered that before he closed his eyes, Ye Fan had just topped the Heavenly Ranking and had forced the Chu Clan to go soft and promise to come to Jiangdong to apologize with his own strength.

Now that several months had pa*sed, Ye Qingtian felt that that matter, should have come to fruition.

However, in the face of the War God’s question, the Sword Saint and the others did not dare to speak, and Tang Hao opened his mouth, but the words that came to his lips still could not come out.

In the end, all that remained was a futile sigh.