Nie Nantian had to be angry, their best genius junior in Huaxia was actually killed, or was it at the door of Huaxia's house?

This is almost the greatest shame in the modern era of the Chinese martial arts world?

This feeling is tantamount to the prince of a country being killed by outsiders in front of the capital, which is not only a huge loss of the strength of Huaxia martial arts, but also a huge trampling on the dignity of Chinese martial arts.

was slapped hard at the door of his house, how could Nie Nantian not be angry?

"God of War, I... We..."

Seeing Nie Nantian so thunderous and furious, Gao Bairen was almost frightened. He didn't know what to say to Nie Nantian, could it be that in fact, when Chu Yun was hunted down, not only did he not improve the slightest protection, but also blocked him from the country and removed him from the Huaxia martial arts world?

Gao Bairen is not stupid, he estimates that if he says this, he will be slapped to death by Nie Nantian in the next second.

After all, just hearing that Chu Yun was dead, the God of War was already so furious. If they knew what they did in Huaxia Martial Arts back then, what kind of anger the God of War would become, it was hard for this Gao Bairen to imagine.

Therefore, under the anger of the god of war Nie Nantian, Gao Bairen was just stumbling, and he didn't dare to tell the facts of the year.

"Say!"

Nie Nantian shouted angrily again, and the terrifying sound wave shook Gao Bairen's periosteum was buzzing.

————

————

Yanshan.

On this night, the land of Yanshan in China was full of joy.

After getting the news of Gao Bairen, the sword saint didn't feel sleepy, and immediately got up from the bed, and then summoned the gun king He Xilai and He Mingyu father and son, and told them the news that the god of war was out of the customs and would return tomorrow.

The Gun King was naturally overjoyed, and then began to follow the previous plan, and immediately notified the nearby Huaxia martial arts people, asking them to go to Yanshan overnight to prepare for the return of the God of War tomorrow.

The night is like water, and the faint moonlight shrouds the imperial capital of China.

Yanshan, the origin of Chinese martial arts, is also the origin of the world's martial arts, but it is no longer as calm as it used to be.

After getting the news of the Sword Master, luxury cars rushed from the surrounding provinces and cities overnight, and the martial arts powerhouses from all sides gathered one after another, ready to wash the dust for their strongest man in China, and celebrate the success of the God of War breakthrough and the success of the divine achievement.

However, they didn't know what kind of scene was being staged at this time in Tiannan Mountain, thousands of miles away.

The moonlight was like water, and soon it passed through his fingers.

The night passed in a flash.

The next day, when the first rays of morning light fell on the earth, a new day arrived as scheduled.

"Sword Saint, after a night of hard work, Yanshan has almost been arranged, what do you think?" The Spear King He Xilai walked over from outside, but said slowly to the Sword Saint with a smile.

The Sword Master stood on the top of Yan Mountain and looked around, and the red carpet had been rolled out on the originally rugged mountain rocks.

The fiery carpet stretched from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, like a ladder to the sky. Along the way, various decorations were hung on the treetops nearby, and martial artists from all over the world were working on them, putting the finishing touches on them.

"Well, it's okay. I remember that when the title ceremony was held, it was almost like this. On the top of the mountain and rock, the sword saint smiled faintly, dressed in robes, but in the breeze, it moved with the wind.

"Is the feast ready?" the Sword Master turned his head at this time, but asked again.

The gun king He Xilai smiled: "Don't worry, I'll let Mingyu do this." ”

"Today, all the top chefs in Yenching are used by us. ”

"The full table of thirty-three Manchu and Han must be finished before noon. Then air transport Yanshan, there will be no mistakes. ”

The Sword Master nodded: "Well, this celebration banquet for the God of War must be held." We have not been so happy in Huaxia Martial Arts for many years as we are today. ”

"Haha, that's nature. He Xilai also echoed and smiled, "Now waiting for Lao Nie to return from Tiannan Mountain, I believe that he will be pleasantly surprised when he sees the scene we gave him a celebration today." ”

The Sword Saint chuckled softly, nodded, and then waited for Nie Nantian's return with peace of mind.

At this time, hundreds of people had gathered on Yan Mountain, and almost all the people with heads and faces in the Huaxia martial arts world had already arrived. Of course, there are some that are far away and are still on their way.

After all, the prestige of the God of War is there, in Huaxia Martial Dao, Nie Nantian is a god-like man in the eyes of everyone, the strongest martial artist who has dominated Huaxia for decades, and he was the soul of leading Huaxia Martial Arts to repel the invasion of Hongmen, the weight of this kind of person in the entire Huaxia Martial Arts is unimaginable.

Someone once said that as long as Nie Nantian does not fall, the Chinese martial arts will never fall.

After so many years, the name Nie Nantian has long been deeply engraved in the hearts of everyone in the hearts of martial arts people, and it is not too much to say that it is the soul of martial arts in Huaxia.

But legends eventually grow old, and sooner or later the old heroes will be replaced by new ones.

"The god of war represents only the past after all. The future of our Huaxia martial arts should have been in that person's hands. It's just a pity that the Sword Saints have personally ruined the future of Huaxia Martial Arts. While everyone was excitedly waiting for the arrival of the god of war, there were two people in the crowd who felt something and couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh sadly.

These two people are Yunshan and Du Zhong, who once fought side by side with Chu Yun.

The god of war returned to Yanshan, and the two of them naturally came to congratulate!

But for some reason, the two of them couldn't be happy.

Du Zhong looked around: "This time to congratulate the God of War, it seems that none of the martial artists in Jiangdong came." ”

Yun Shan sneered: "Do you think the Sword Saint will invite people from Jiangdong to come? Who in the martial arts world doesn't know, Mr. Chu and the God of War have the best relationship, Mr. Chu's Demon King title was set up by the God of War for Mr. Chu, if the people of Jiangdong Martial Arts are here this time, they will inevitably accuse the Supreme Martial Arts of evil deeds in front of the God of War." Sword Saint, where do they dare to let the people of Jiangdong Martial Arts come over?"

"But paper can't hold the fire, the Supreme Martial Arts made mistakes back then, the God of War will know sooner or later. When the time comes, I'll see how the Sword Saint and them will explain to the God of War?"

In the crowd, Yun Shan and Du Zhong talked in a low voice.

However, at this time, Yanshan, which was originally calm, suddenly became noisy, only to see someone pointing ahead, shouting at everyone excitedly.

"Look, it's the god of war, the god of war is here!"

"The god of war has arrived!"

As if a stone stirred up a thousand waves, all the martial arts people in the entire Yanshan Mountain looked up into the distance for a moment, and the mountain looked at the man in white who stepped into the sky with joy and respect.

"Go, Gun King, follow me to meet my Huaxia God of War!"

Seeing the familiar figure in the distance, the Sword Saint Mo Wuji was immediately overjoyed. Pulling the gun king, the two of them took three steps and made two steps, and they would also step into the air.

At this time, the figure was still hundreds of meters away from Yanshan, but the Sword Saint, the Spear King and the others were already standing on the top of Yanshan with happy faces, clasping their fists with both hands, and facing the God of War from afar.

"Congratulations to Lao Nie, advance to the ground level!"

"Congratulations to me the Chinese God of War, my great achievements!"

Under the guidance of the Sword Saint and others, at the foot of Yan Mountain, Du Zhong and hundreds of other people bowed down in unison, facing the person who came from the distant sky, respectfully clasping their fists and congratulating:

"Congratulations to the God of War, a great achievement!"

"We are willing to follow the god of war to build my glory in China!"

The sound of the sky converges into a stream.

At this moment, on the entire Yan Mountain, the Sword Saint Spear King and other titled grandmasters stood proudly in the void, clasping their fists and worshipping. The remaining hundreds of people stood at the foot of Yanshan and bowed down to congratulate.

This magnificent scene, how majestic and magnificent. Just like a giant dragon with its head held high, the Sword Saint and the others standing in the air are the raised dragon heads, and the remaining hundreds of martial arts people are the dragon body of the sleeping dragon.

The wind is howling and the clouds are tumbling.

In the martial arts holy land of Huaxia, everyone was greeting the man who came from the sky.

At this time, outside the nine heavens, the man in white was full of anger. Above the body, it turned out to be awe-inspiring.

And behind him, there was a bald monk, with his head down and cautiously chasing Nie Nantian to the sky, this bald monk was naturally the immortal master Gao Bairen, but at this time, he was a little embarrassed, with a blue nose and swollen face, as if he had been beaten.

"Haha..."

"Old Nie, welcome home. ”

Finally, the god of war had arrived in front of him, and the Sword Saint and the others hurriedly got up and greeted each other with smiling faces.

Boom!

There was a loud bang, and the next moment, everyone only saw the president of the Supreme Martial Arts Association who greeted him with a smile, Sword Saint Mo Wuji, who was actually instigated by Nie Nantian's palm.

Like a dead dog, it smashes down to the ground.

The mountains are silent, and the cold wind is howling!