"So, this matter really has nothing to do with you?" King Foluo asked.

"That's natural!"

"If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't even know about it."

"Think about it for yourselves. I don't have a deep friendship with Na Lei Luo and others. How can I offend the martial arts of all countries for these ants who are not even masters?"

"What's more, in the rain forest, I fought repeatedly and was seriously injured."

"At that time, even if I wanted to kill so many people, I couldn't do it."

"In this matter, it is obvious that someone framed me and framed me for Yinguo Martial Arts!"

Fen Tian said through gritted teeth, his entire chest almost bursting with anger.

For so many years, he has been designing others.

Unexpectedly, today he, the majestic Yin Tianwang, was actually set up by someone else.

What a shame!

"Flo, you don't have to worry about this matter."

"I promise that the mastermind behind this will be found out!"

After saying that, Fentian walked away with a puff of his sleeves.

"Fentian, come back~"

"Fengtian~"

King Foluo quickly stopped him, but Fentian turned a deaf ear and had already gone away.

"Hey~"

"This guy is still so impulsive." King Fuluo sighed, worried.

"Then what should we do now? How should we reply to them?" After Fentian left, King Foluo and others still had to face the conquests of the martial arts of various countries.

King Foluo replied in a deep voice: "What else can I do? Answer truthfully."

"Let's just say that King Yintian Fentian was framed by others. At this time, it has nothing to do with our Yinguo martial arts!"

"We did not do it, and we are not responsible for it!"

In this way, King Foluo directly responded to the martial arts of various countries with a strong stance.

Subsequently, it naturally triggered a greater anti-India wave in the international martial arts community.

However, unlike the noise abroad, the Chinese martial arts world is peaceful.

Since returning from the Amazon rainforest, the God of War Ye Qingtian has been staying on Yanshan Mountain, waiting for news about Ye Fan.

One day, two days~

More than half a month has passed.

There is still no news about that young man.

What Ye Qingtian was waiting for was just news of the death of powerful men from various countries.

At this time, it was sunset.

On the top of Yanshan Mountain, there is a majestic man, dressed in white, standing with his hands behind his back, his deep eyes looking in the direction of the Pacific Ocean.

No one knows what kind of sadness this man has in his heart at this time.

Not long after, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind.

"Old Ye, so you are here and we are looking for you?" the sword master said with a smile.

"What, is there any news about Mark?"

Seeing the Sword Master coming, Ye Qingtian asked quickly.

The sword master shook his head: "Not yet, I have already sent people to Jiangdong."

"If he were still alive, he would definitely be in contact with his family."

"However, after such a long time, if their family members have no news about him, I'm afraid it will be a disaster."

The sword master sighed, and after a moment of silence, he continued.

"By the way, you must have heard about the American Massacre, right?"

"Now the martial arts of all countries unanimously suspect that it was King Yintian Fentian who did it."

"What do you think about this matter?"

Ye Qingtian nodded and said, "Yes, I heard about it."

"However, I don't think that the killing was done by Fentian."

"I have investigated and found out that when Fen Tian was fighting with Ye Fan, his arm was cut off by a mysterious woman."

"Having suffered heavy losses, the possibility of him wiping out hundreds of powerful warriors is not very high."

"What's more, for the sake of a few warriors from his country, he slaughtered all the people in the world and still left a name for himself."

"The logic of this doesn't make sense."
Chapter completed!