However, before Ye Qingtian could be shocked for long, the old bull heard those words from the God of War and glared at that moment.
A hoof was glued directly onto Ye Qingtian’s face.
“You’re the one f*cking raised by that hanged hair of Ye Fan’s!”
“My old bull was born and bred, what’s that got to do with that dangling hair?”
“I ate his family’s rice?”
The old bull was furious.
He was a noble old bull, but now he was being treated like Ye Fan’s captive animal, so it was strange that he was not angry.
However, the old bull still showed mercy to Ye Qingtian under his hooves.
Otherwise, with this injury to the War God, the Old Bull could have slapped him to death with a single slap.
At this moment, the War God had stood up with a bitter face in shame.
“I’m sorry, Brother Niu.”
“It was my mouth that was incoherent and I said the wrong thing for a moment.”
Ye Qingtian also knew that he was at fault and immediately apologised at this old bull.
He also did not expect that this four-legged old bull in front of him would still be so arrogant.
Sure enough, bullish people had tempers.
No, now I should say, bullish bull.
“Cut the crap, are you Ye Fan’s little brother?”
“If yes, then follow my old bull.”
“If not, just stay and wait to die.”
Huang Niu didn’t want to waste too much time here.
There were still plenty of pork elbows waiting for him to gnaw on over in Jiangdong?
He didn’t want to waste his precious life on this group of irrelevant people.
Ye Qingtian froze at first, then nodded, “Yes, yes, yes, I, Ye Qingtian, am Ye Fan’s little brother.”
“Not only am I, these people around me, all of them are Ye Fan’s little brothers, we are all from Jiangdong.”
Ye Qingtian was such a shrewd person.
He quickly saw the situation in front of him.
He knew that this old bull, it seemed, only helped Jiangdong people who were close to Ye Fan.
So he simply said that they were all from Jiangdong.
“Subtle!”
“So many?”
The corners of the old bull’s eyes twitched, and he was troubled because there had to be hundreds of these people in front of him, I’m afraid.
“Are you all really from Jiangdong?”
“All of them are Ye Fan’s little brothers?”
Old Ox was a little suspicious and began to ask one by one.
The martial artists of Yanxia were not stupid and knew that they were all counting on this old bull if they could survive now.
Therefore, they all nodded their heads and all voluntarily admitted that they were from Jiangdong and were Ye Fan’s subordinate disciples.
“That’s fine.”
“Since you all are, then hurry up and follow my old bull and go back to Jiangdong.”
“This sh*tty place, I don’t want to stay for a second.”
The old bull urged the crowd to hurry up and leave Yanshan and head for Jiangdong.
However, among so many people, there would always be some who were unwilling to give up Yanshan and return to Jiangdong.
For example, the Fist King, Mo Kucheng!
Just as Old Ox was about to lead the crowd away, the Fist King, Mo Gucheng, came out in a hurry.
He blocked Old Ox and said indignantly, “Why do you want to go back to Jiangdong?”
“Obviously, Yan Mountain, is the holy land of Yanxia’s martial arts!”
“Since you can defeat Chu Yuan, you are bound to be able to defeat the Chu Sect as well.”
“You have the ability to guard Yan Mountain.”
“Moreover, as a Yanxia Bull, you also have the obligation to guard the sacred ground of the Yanxia Martial Dao!”
“Therefore, you cannot go back to Jiangdong.”
“You have to stay and help us repel the Chu Sect and guard this Yanxia Martial Dao Sacred Land!”
“Compared to Yanshan, Jiangdong is just a bullet point, why would we want to live in a bullet point like that if we are not defending the holy land/”
Fist Emperor Mo Kucheng spoke in a deep voice, his words fierce.
But when all was said and done, it meant one thing.
No to Jiangdong!
The Fist Emperor’s thoughts undoubtedly coincided with those of the Sword Saint.
“The Fist Emperor is right, since you are a Yanxia Bull, what you should guard is the Yanxia Martial Dao Holy Land, not that bullet point in Jiangdong.”
“You have to stay and fight against the Chu Sect with us.”
“That place in Jiangdong has no danger to stand on and no one to defend it, and it has no symbol of value to the Yanxia Martial Way, nothing worthy of our guard.”
“But Yan Mountain is the faith of martial artists in Yanxia, and it is the seat of the highest martial power in Yanxia, so its symbolic significance is extremely great.”
“I also feel that even if we die, we should defend Yan Mountain!”
Both the Sword Saint and the Fist King were unwilling to go to Jiangdong.
The War God had also proposed it before, but both of them had refused.
They had feelings for Yanxia and for Yanshan.
But for Jiangdong, it was obvious that there was little affection.
Moreover, that place, because a Ye Fan had walked out, the Fist King and the others had even lost face in Jiangdong back then.
This kind of place, they really didn’t have much good feelings.
Why should they go to Jiangdong and guard a dead man’s hometown when they were not guarding the Yanxia Martial Dao Holy Land?
Compared to the entire Yanxia Martial Dao Holy Land, that Ye Fan was clearly not worthy, asking the martial artists of the entire Yanxia to guard his homeland for him.
“Sword Saint, Fist King, what time is it that you still can’t let go of your personal prejudices?”
“What’s the point of arguing about such things at a time like this?”
“Preserving the living power of my Yanxia Martial Dao is the main thing!”
Hearing these words from the Sword Saint and the others, Ye Qingtian was however gritting his teeth in anger.
The great calamity was at hand, and the Fist King and the others, to their surprise, still clung to the symbolic meaning of Yanshan.
Could it be that Jiangdong was not the land of Yanxia?
While Ye Qingtian was furious, Old Ox seemed to hear something and could not help but frown.
He turned his head and asked the two of them, Sword Saint and Fist King, “You two, you are also from Jiangdong? Are you also Ye Fan’s little brothers?”
At this moment, all the people present looked over.
Many of them, were waiting for the Sword Saint’s and their answers.
Ye Qingtian was standing next to Old Ox, making a wink at Sword Saint to let them.
Let them admit that they were from Jiangdong and were Ye Fan’s subordinates.
However, Fist Emperor Mo Kucheng let out a snort, “Jiangdong?”
“As I said, Jiangdong is just a tiny place, how can it be given the title of Pillar State?”
“I, Mo Kucheng, am from Yanjing!”
“This land beneath my feet is my homeland.”
“As for my little brother, it is even more ridiculous!”
“I’m old enough to be that Ye Fan’s grandfather. How could I be his little brother when I am the Martial God Hall Master?”
Mo Kucheng laughed in defiance.
The Sword Saint also while shaking his head similarly, refusing to say that he was from Jiangdong, let alone admit that he was Ye Fan’s subordinate.
He was the Martial God Hall’s Hall Master, the country’s martial dao leader.
Ye Fan, on the other hand, was merely a rising star.
No matter how gifted he was, no matter how strong he was, to have the Sword Saint, who had been the Martial God Hall Master all his life, admit that he was Ye Fan’s junior, a junior’s turtle son, would undoubtedly be worse than killing him!
“You… You guys!”
Hearing the two of them reply, Ye Qingtian was simply furious.
It could be said that he hated iron!
“You two idiots, you still can’t f*cking let go of your stature even now? Can’t let go of your stance?”
“So what if you admit to being Ye Fan’s little brother?”
“It’s not like we’re laughing at you!”
Ye Qingtian was simply furious.
This was really a leader who had lost his mind.
At the moment of great tribulation, he was still here to care about his status and face.
The helpless Ye Qingtian had to intercede with Huang Niu: “Brother Niu, these two people have been kicked in the head by a donkey and are talking nonsense.”
“In fact, they are also both from Jiangdong, and are both Ye Fan’s little brothers.”
Ye Qingtian advised repeatedly.
But Old Ox grunted and laughed, “Do you f*cking think I, Old Ox, am stupid?”
After laughing, Old Ox walked towards Sword Saint and the two of them, and without saying a word one of them kicked them out.
“Get lost if you’re not from Jiangdong!”
“The rest of you, follow me Old Bull!”
Old Bull led the rest of them towards the mountain.
The two Sword Saints and Fist Emperors were the ones who were kicked straight out of their seats.
“You… You…”
“You mad bull, you really want to leave?”
“As a Yanxia Bull, it is your duty to protect the Yanxia Martial Dao!”
“Otherwise, can you live up to the land beneath your feet and the country that gave birth to you and raised you?”
“As long as you can stay and help us resist the Chu Sect, then all the benefits that Ye Fan promised you during his lifetime, we, the Martial God Hall, will double them all!”
“And make you a Pillar Kingdom Divine Bull, enjoying the incense of the clan temple to worship!”
The Fist Emperor climbed up and stopped Huang Niu, still insisting that Huang Niu should defend Yanshan and abandon Jiangdong.