"Seventy-two sects, ranked first: Martial Arts Temple!"
Ye Fan was shocked and his eyes flashed.
"Wu, Shen, Dian, what a domineering name!"
"Brother Fan, do you want to see the Martial Arts Temple?" Jiang Long said with a smile. He and Ye Fan have fought side by side for many years. They are brothers and know Ye Fan very well.
Ye Fan smiled without saying anything.
As he flipped through the electronic information, his heart was ready to move.
The Lord of Tianzun Palace and number one on the Tianzun Ranking, Ye Fan is already a figure standing at the top of the world. He knows all the forces in overseas countries.
However, they have never come into contact with the seventy-two sects in Zhongzhou, Daxia.
For Ye Fan, novel things are the most exciting.
As a result, the desire to conquer that had been dormant deep in my heart has once again started to show signs of awakening.
"Seventy-two sects, there will definitely be contact in the future. I also want to take a look at the Martial Palace. The number one sect, I don't know which one is stronger or weaker than my Tianzun Palace!"
"Brother Fan, that must be our Tianzun Palace."
Jiang Long's face was full of pride and confidence.
"The Temple of Martial Arts, from the name, should be people who practice martial arts. Unfortunately, warriors are warriors after all, not gods. Under machine gun shells, no matter how powerful they are, they will die violently. Our Tianzun Temple has three major divisions under its command, with 300,000 heroes.
Lion; there are branches all over the world, countless disciples, and many high-tech weapons."
"Not to mention a martial arts temple, even the seventy-two sects combined can be wiped out completely. Even the top of the mountain was leveled by him!"
After Jiang Long finished speaking, he was suddenly startled and looked back. Shi Xingyu fell asleep due to excessive fright.
Ye Fan said: "You are right. In the face of hot weapons, everything is just a cloud. The seventy-two sects are powerful and have all kinds of strange methods. They were suppressed by the Great Xia War Department in Zhongzhou. They are careful even when they are born and don't dare to be arrogant."
This is the age of science and technology. No matter how strong your personal combat power is, you can't break through the limit.
Ye Fan was filled with emotions.
He continued to read, and suddenly his eyelids twitched wildly.
"Huh? Three months later, the Marquis of Beiliang in the Northern Wasteland and the Marquis of Bailong in the East will fight to the death on the top of Mount Zhaoyao outside Zhongzhou."
This is the last separate message Xing Tian attached.
"Yeah?"
Jiang Longdu looked sideways.
Finding that Ye Fan's face was extremely deep, Jiang Long asked in confusion: "Brother Fan, what's wrong?"
"You are right, I really want to go to Zhongzhou."
Ye Fan looked out the window, his voice as cold as frost.
Jiang Long noticed something unusual.
"Because Bailonghou and Beilianghou are fighting to the death?"
"Um."
Ye Fan closed his eyes.
In my mind, a figure appeared——
She was a little girl, very heroic, dressed as a tomboy, and a militant...
gradually.
The shadow of the little girl disappeared, and a figure of a big girl appeared in Ye Fan's mind, with a heroic appearance, full of aura, and no anger or authority.
Sixth sister, Tang Ying.
In Ye Fan's memory, there were only scenes of having a big fight with Tang Ying when he was a child; the big girl that came to mind later was the photo of Tang Ying that Meng Qingyi showed him.
When he first returned to Changning, Ye Fan asked Zhao Qingmei to check.
The sixth sister, Tang Ying, joined the army and was a giant in the army. Yes, she was the Marquis who controlled the eastern frontier and had millions of lions under his command.
However, only a few people such as Ye Fan know the name Tang Ying. Externally, Tang Ying's name is Linglong.
Bailonghou, Linglong.
Meng Qingyi and the others didn't know this secret, and Ye Fan didn't tell it either.
"Sixth Sister and the Marquis of Beiliang are fighting to the death?"