"Old Xiao, I'm so old that I can't stand you so scared! If you come here a few more times, I might die one day!"

Mr. Qi smiled and said jokingly.

Xiao Beichen didn't seem to be catching a cold when he joked with old Qi.

I saw that he still had a pure face, and his mountain-like eyebrows frowned slightly.

Old Qi looked closely and understood something in his heart. He put away his smile and asked seriously.

"Is something wrong?"

"Nanfeng seriously injured Meng Changhe."

Xiao Beichen said slowly, his face obviously a little solemn.

"Meng Changhe?"

Mr. Qi pondered for a while and confirmed, "Is Meng Changhe, one of the ten masters of the Wu League?

The leader of Tianhe Sect?"

"Um."

Xiao Beichen nodded.

When Mr. Qi heard this, his heart was slightly sank.

The Ten Masters of the Martial Alliance are not ordinary warriors! They are all big men in the Chinese Martial Arts Alliance! Not to mention their strength, the key is that their power is also extremely large, and there are countless families dependent on the Martial Arts Alliance! Basically, there are puppet families in the Martial Arts Alliance in all parts of China! Anyone stomps his feet, and the entire Chinese Martial Arts will shake three times.

Ye Nanfeng seriously injured Meng Changhe, which shows that the two of them had formed a big gangster.

Meng Changhe, one of the ten masters of the Wu League, definitely couldn't swallow this breath! "Old Xiao, how about the young master?"

Mr. Qi asked worriedly.

"He was not injured."

Mr. Qi said lightly.

"It's good if you're not injured! It proves that our young master is stronger than Meng Changhe!"

Mr. Qi felt a little relieved, but his face was filled with sorrow, "But the people from the Martial Alliance will not let him go! The young master's current power is not a match for the Martial Alliance!"

Once the Wu Alliance avenges Meng Changhe, not to mention that the Wu Alliance has more powerful bosses, even if they only mobilize the Puppet Family of the Wu Alliance, the power established by Ye Nanfeng in Tiannan Province is not enough! The Wu Alliance has too many Puppet families in the secular world, and they are blooming in various parts of China, and their forces are intertwined. The Wu Alliance family that has gathered is one of the ten major families in China! Ye Nanfeng's power is not enough! "Old Xiao, what should I do?"

Mr. Qi asked.

Ye Tian is still lying on the hospital bed, and the Ye family is in a state of turmoil and has no time to take care of Ye Nanfeng.

Even once the senior executives of the Ye Family Group knew that Ye Nanfeng had provoked the giant Wu League, they might immediately abandon Ye Nanfeng again.

"I'm going to go to Wumeng Mountain."

Xiao Beichen looked at the starry sky and said lightly.

"Old Xiao, are you going to come out of the mountain?"

Old Qi's face changed, he was slightly moved and said, "Old Xiao, you have left, what should I do with the Ye family?"

"There are Fu Hu and others here, which is enough for the time being."

Xiao Beichen answered.

"But..." Old Qi's eyes flashed, he wanted to speak but stopped, and finally said, "But you personally, is this appropriate?

Is this broken the agreement between the Holy Land of Martial Arts and the Martial Alliance?”

"Don't worry."

Xiao Beichen shook his head and said self-deprecatingly, "Anyway, I'm not a member of the Martial Arts Holy Land now!"

Seeing that Mr. Qi was about to speak, Xiao Beichen raised his hand to stop him and said, "Okay, I have decided long ago. Now I'm here to just tell you."

Fu Hu and others are temporarily in charge.

I'll go back."

After saying that, Xiao Beichen disappeared from the spot.

"Ah... Now the Ye family is in chaos... Could it be that China is going to be in chaos too..." Old Qi sighed heavily, and then walked back to the room with exhaustion.

...The next morning.

Zhongzhou Province, Wumengshan.

The ten martial arts men gathered in the ancient hall again.

"Meng Changhe, you sent an emergency message late last night to inform everyone to come to the headquarters. What are you trying to do?"

Wang Xianzhi played with two walnuts of art and said impatiently.

He is a big shot in the seven provinces of the Northern Desert.

The seven provinces in the Northern Desert are all closest to Zhongzhou Province, and they are all thousands of kilometers.

As soon as Wang Xianzhi received the message last night, he flew over and rushed over without stopping.

"Meng Changhe, I sent a message so suddenly, and I should have an urgent matter to tell everyone."

Tang Shenzhong, wearing a Tang suit and a national face, looked at Meng Changhe with an ugly expression and rescued him.

"An urgent matter?

Could it be that Ye Nanfeng’s incident?"

Liu Zhanye felt his white beard and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Meng Changhe, have you brought that Ye Nanfeng back?"

Only then did everyone remember that the leader Li Changsheng asked Meng Changhe to recruit Ye Nanfeng some time ago.

Suddenly, the other nine people focused on Meng Changhe.

"Meng Changhe, where is that Ye Nanfeng?"

Prophet Wang asked urgently.

Judging from the previous battle video of Ye Nanfeng and Fu Qingcang, the martial arts practiced by Ye Nanfeng were so weird that it was a bit powerful.

Now that Ye Nanfeng was brought back by Meng Changhe, Wang Xianzhi was thinking about how to let Li Changsheng hand over Ye Nanfeng to him.

Wang Xianzhi was preparing to draw out the master Ye Nanfeng, and even draw out the skills to practice.

"Yes! Where is he?"

Liu Zhanye also asked, his thoughts were basically the same as those in Prophet Wang.

Faced with the questions from several people, Meng Changhe was surprisingly quiet. He lowered his head slightly and did not reply for a long time, which was completely different from his previous style.

The other nine people were concerned about Ye Nanfeng just now, but they didn't notice Meng Changhe's strangeness.

Now that Meng Changhe is acting like this, they realize that Meng Changhe has a dismal expression and a weak breath on his body, just like an ordinary person who has not slept for several days and nights, and his energy is extremely poor! "Meng Changhe, are you injured?"

Li Changsheng, who was sitting in the main seat, appeared beside Meng Changhe the next second, and held his wrist in his hand.

Li Changsheng took his pulse and his face changed slightly, and he said, "Meng Changhe, you have suffered extremely severe internal injuries!"

After the words came to an end, the other eight big shots changed slightly.

Meng Changhe is the leader of Tianhe Sect, and his strength has reached a small achievement in the divine realm.

Looking at the whole of China, only half a hundred people can hurt him by relying on their strength! And if Meng Changhe's identity as a martial arts alliance is added, there are only twenty people who dare to hurt him at most! Who dares to hurt him?

Could that person be not afraid of the revenge of the Wu Alliance?

"Meng Changhe, who injured you?"

A voice of resentment rang out.

The person who spoke was Yu Zhenguo, the second-ranked in the Martial Alliance, and he was also the most protective boss in the Martial Alliance.

Meng Changhe represents the Wu Alliance! If you dare to hurt Meng Changhe, you will be against Wu Alliance! If you lose face of Wu Alliance, the Wu Alliance will never sit idly by! "Who is it! Lao Meng, tell me! I, the bully in Jiang, will twist his head off and hang it on Wu Alliance Mountain!"

A fat man with a fat face and a fierce appearance said angrily.

His name is Jiang Dafeng, and his strength is at the bottom of the ten masters, but he is the most brutal. The Qisha Sect's disciples under his sect are the most murderous sect in China.

"Yes! Tell me! Brothers will avenge you!"

"Lao Meng, which bastard is it?"

"Dare to go against the Martial Alliance! That man doesn't want to live anymore!"

The other big bosses were all indignant and spoke out for Meng Changhe.

Listening to the shouting, Li Changsheng was a little annoyed and couldn't help but shout, "Enough."

Those who dare to hurt and can hurt Meng Changhe must be not ordinary warriors, but they are not as simple as they say! "Meng Changhe, who hurts you?"

After the hall became quiet, Meng Changhe asked.

Meng Changhe slowly raised his head, his face as pale as paper, and his eyes were covered with blood.

"Ye! Nan! Feng!"

Meng Changhe gritted his teeth, and his voice was as loud as the Nine Nether Hells came, extremely loud.
Chapter completed!