The Martial Alliance has an order, kneel down to receive it?
The diners in the teahouse were shocked when they heard this and looked at the scroll in Wu Fu's hand in shock.
They did not expect that Ye Fan alerted President Wu and asked him to personally order to deal with Ye Fan.
The people of West China have always been fierce, and Jincheng is prone to family fights at every turn.
The three major clans of Murong, Nangong and Ouyang have a history of fighting for hundreds of years.
For the sake of territory, water, and food, countless people have been killed and injured in the past few years.
The greatest value of the existence of the Wumen League is to prevent large-scale armed fighting incidents from happening.
This also gave the Wumeng a transcendent ruling status in Jincheng.
The Jincheng Martial Arts League is not as rich as the three tycoons, but its orders still have great authority.
Regardless of the grievances between the two sides, the extent of the fighting, or how many people died, the war must cease as soon as the military alliance's flag arrives.
The matter is not a matter of grudge and waiting for the Jincheng Military League to decide.
Once the Wu League makes a decision, no one can object, otherwise they will suffer the pressure of the Wu League.
As for fairness and unfairness, it doesn't matter. What matters is that Wu Jiuzhou, the president of the Wu League, has a strong fist.
Looking at the entire Jincheng, no one is Wu Jiuzhou's opponent when fighting alone.
The offerings made by Grandma Changsun are also inferior.
A video once circulated in Jincheng.
That is, not long after Chairman Wu came to Jincheng to take office, he happened to encounter two villages competing for resources.
The clan leaders of both sides summoned hundreds of strong men from the village to fight.
When the situation was about to break out, Wu Jiuzhou rushed over.
After giving three warnings and failing to stop the fighting, he charged into the chaotic crowd one by one with a stick.
He forcibly defeated more than a hundred people and intimidated the clan leaders from both sides to sit down and negotiate.
This makes countless people fear and awe Wu Jiuzhou.
Especially since Chairman Wu has a close relationship with the three tycoons, his words are edicts to many people.
So now Wu Fu is using President Wu's instructions to pressure Ye Fan, which means that Ye Fan can only bow his head no matter how capable he is.
After all, a strong dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake.
What shocked everyone was that Ye Fan ignored it and took a sip of the soy milk.
"The Martial Alliance has an order!"
Wu Fu's face turned ugly, and she shouted to Ye Fan: "Kneel down and receive the order!"
Ye Fan didn't even raise his eyelids.
Wu Fu clenched her fists slightly: "The Martial Alliance has an order!"
Ye Fan drank the soy milk calmly.
"Are you deaf?
Do I want you to kneel down to receive the order?"
Wu Fu's pretty face was unspeakably sullen, and she felt like she had been humiliated: "Do you have to make me angry?"
A bunch of companions also shouted: "Why don't you quickly kneel down and obey the order?"
Ye Fan's eyes were soft and undeniable, and he took out a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth.
"If you don't want to kill Jincheng, just kneel down quickly."
Wu Fu threatened: "Otherwise, if I tell Chairman Wu what you did, you will never be able to leave Jincheng in your life."
"You wantonly injured and killed people, and also broke the legs of Nangong Zixiong and Ouyang Xuanxuan, seriously disrupting the harmonious order of Jincheng."
"For people like you, the Wu Meng has the power to eliminate violence and bring peace to the good."
"President Wu did not order your life directly, he just wanted to give you a chance because he was young."
"It turned out that you didn't accept orders, didn't kneel down, pretended to be deaf and dumb, and showed no remorse at all."
"I'm telling you, if you don't kneel down quickly to accept the order and miss this chance to survive, don't blame us for being ruthless."
She was very angry, and the Martial Alliance ordered that the target of sanctions must kneel down to listen and remain silent.
After she finishes reading, you can move around freely.
Today was the first time she had encountered a situation where she reminded him three times in a row that Ye Fan didn't take it seriously.
Is this the prestige of the Jincheng Martial League, not enough to make people awe?
Ye Fan threw the tissue on the table, his expression unperturbed.
"Is it that the sword of Wumeng is not sharp enough, or is your neck too stiff?"
Seeing Ye Fan like this, Wu Fu laughed angrily and flashed a sword in her right hand.
She wanted to chop off Ye Fan's arm to release her bad energy.
"Senior sister, no, absolutely no!"
A woman in Tsing Yi was shocked when she saw this, and quickly held down Wu Fu's hand: "We can't chop people's arms in public."
The other companions also stepped forward to dissuade her and asked her to suppress her anger.
"Boy, why don't you kneel down and take the order?"
"Senior Sister Wu is angry. When she gets angry, she even scares us. Do you not want your arm anymore?"
"Hurry and kneel down, otherwise things will get worse and senior sister will be angry and your life will not be saved!"
"You're still pretending, aren't you?"
"We can't hold Senior Sister anymore..." The women in Tsing Yi and the others scolded Ye Fan repeatedly, pressuring him to kneel down and accept the order quickly, so as not to make Wu Fu angry.
Several female martial arts disciples even drove all the diners on the second floor downstairs to prevent everyone from seeing the bloody scene they shouldn't have seen.
"You, get out!"
The woman in Qingyi also yelled at Yuan Qingyi who called back: "Wu Meng is doing business, and other people should stay away."
Yuan Qingyi ignored it and walked straight towards Ye Fan.
"Tsk, you don't understand, do you?"
The woman in green was also angry. Why are there so many blind guys today?
One of the spies hurriedly said: "Senior sister, she is that boy's bodyguard, one of the gang..." "Part of the gang?"
Wu Fu sneered: "No wonder they are all so arrogant. Very good, I will deal with this couple of bitches together today."
"Master Ye!"
Yuan Qingyi didn't even look at Wu Fu and the others. She walked straight to Mark and said, "I just finished contacting President Song. Jiu Qiansui personally called me."
"He wants me to tell you that you have given up your choice for too long. As a Chinese man and a nine thousand-year-old godson, you must shoulder the responsibility."
"So after discussing with the elders and me, he decided to grant you the title of Young Master of the Martial Alliance."
"You are fully responsible for the daily affairs of the Martial Alliance, and you have jurisdiction over three inner halls and seven outer halls."
"One person is inferior to ten thousand people, and he has the power to kill first and then report later."
"If you die in an accident or abdicate at the age of nine thousand, you will be the next president of the Martial Alliance!"
Yuan Qingyi looked at Ye Fan respectfully, and turned on his mobile phone to show Ye Fan the appointment of Wu Meng.
The electronic appointment order is clearly visible on the mobile phone.
Nine thousand years old?
Godson?
Young Master of the Martial Alliance?
One word after another, like bombs, kept hitting Wu Fu and the others' nerves.
They originally thought that Ye Fan and Yuan Qingyi were bluffing.
But when they saw the appointment notice on their mobile phones and the signature of the nine-thousand-year-old dragon Feifengwu, Wu Fu and others knew that there could be no moisture.
And they quickly figured out who Yuan Qingyi was.
Compared with Ye Fan, the long-ago first envoy, Yuan Qingyi's appearance is much more familiar.
Because Yuan Qingyi has not only been in charge of the Longdu Martial League for many years, but is also the first elder who just took office.
Wu Jiuzhou personally sent someone to deliver the gift, and even asked Wu Fu to follow Yuan Qingyi's example.
It’s really Yuan Qingyi, it’s really the first elder who is behind the wheel, which also means that Ye Fan’s identity is not false.
The young master of the Martial Alliance, the 9,000-year-old godson, beheaded first and then played... Wu Fu opened her mouth and suddenly felt short of breath, her legs were trembling, and there was a trace of fear on her arrogant face.
The women in green clothes were also sweating profusely, their limbs were numb, and they no longer had the courage to stand.
The arrogance just now turned into trepidation and fear.
"A foster father has many things to do."
Ye Fan stood up slowly, clasping his hands behind his back, feeling helpless: "Tell the Martial Alliance that I have been granted the title."
Yuan Qingyi was overjoyed: "I understand, I will inform Jiu Qiansui immediately."
"Stop acting, it's not interesting at all..." "Do you think if you find a script to act in, we will be afraid and let you go..." "Using your identity as a martial arts alliance to cheat is an extra crime..." Wu Fu
They comforted themselves and laughed, but they couldn't continue talking in the middle of the sentence.
"Plop-" There was a loud noise, and they could not force themselves to calm down and knelt down uncontrollably.
Wu Fu and the others knew that they had gotten into trouble this time, and they would be in trouble, Wu Jiuzhou would be in trouble, and the Jincheng Martial Arts League would also be in trouble.
"Inspector Ye, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this is a misunderstanding..." "No, we were deceived. Please give us a chance, Inspector Ye."
Wu Fu and the woman in green kowtowed to Ye Fan for mercy with bloodless faces.
The sword in Wu Fu's hand also fell to the ground with a clang.
Stimulating people's hearts.
"Imperial decree of the Martial Alliance..." Ye Fan ignored what Wu Fu said and just reached for the red scroll: "Wu Jiuzhou likes to issue decrees so much, I will satisfy him just once."
"Wow!" Ye Fan turned the red axis.
The red scroll unfolded, revealing a large piece of black text, which said something like "Let Ye Fan restrain himself".
Ye Fan didn't check, he just took the sword and swung it down.
"Ah——" Wu Fu screamed, her left arm was broken, and a stream of blood spurted out.
Ye Fan turned his sword and dragons and phoenixes danced.
The red scroll quickly had a big, bloody word on it: "Death!"
Ye Fan snapped the red shaft and threw it to Wu Fu and the others: "Tell Wu Jiuzhou to come and die!"
