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Yuan Chenglong spat out a mouthful of blood and tried to climb down, but found that his whole body was broken and he couldn't move at all.

He wanted to die.

For a warrior, the most important thing is not life, but fists and strength.

Looking at him like this, even if his whole body can be connected, he will become a useless person in the future and can't continue to practice.

He hated Ye Wudao to the bone.

Bah!

He gathered all his strength and spat a mouthful of blood at Ye Wudao: "Ye, you will die, you must die!"

Ye Wudao dodged it easily and sneered: "How can you let me die when you are a useless person now?"

"Could it be that you still have power behind you?"

"It should be, otherwise, how could a useless person like you become the president of the Martial Arts Association. Tell me, who supported you."

Anyone who can manipulate the position of the president of the Martial Arts Association behind the scenes must be no ordinary person.

At least, he should be on par with Ye Wudao.

Ye Wudao was quite curious about which big shot was so bold.

He secretly made up his mind that even if the old king secretly protected Yuan Chenglong today, he must be cleared out.

Otherwise, the martial arts style of Daxia will never be correct.

Yuan Chenglong showed a little arrogance: "If I am not mistaken, you should be the God Marshal."

Ye Wudao nodded: "Yes."

Yuan Chenglong: "God Marshal, so majestic, known to the outside world as one person above ten thousand people."

"But have you ever thought that there is still a place for someone between you and the old king."

Ye Wudao asked curiously: "Oh, tell me, who is it? Maybe the other party can really save your life." WeNXuEmi.Cc

Yuan Chenglong: "Old Prime Minister!"

Old Prime Minister!

To be honest, Ye Wudao was quite surprised by the old prime minister.

The old prime minister is a veteran of three dynasties.

Before Ye Wudao was born, the old prime minister had already assisted the king.

After the God Marshal took office, the old prime minister abdicated.

To some extent, the God Marshal was the replacement of the old prime minister.

The status of the two was equal.

But in terms of seniority, the God Marshal was not as good as the old prime minister.

Ye Wudao could never have imagined that such a loyal and loyal minister was actually Yuan Chenglong's umbrella.

However, Ye Wudao had already made up his mind that even if it was the king, he would cut the grass and root it out today.

Not to mention the old prime minister.

Ye Wudao said in a deep voice: "Let the old prime minister come to see me immediately."

Yuan Chenglong whispered: "Are you crazy? The old prime minister's seniority is much higher than yours. You let the old prime minister come to see you in person?"

"Even if I agree, can the hundreds of millions of people in Daxia agree?"

Ye Wudao: "If you want to die, there is no need to call."

Seeing the murderous intent in Ye Wudao's eyes, Yuan Chenglong was scared and dialed the phone obediently.

The Godly Marshal is crazy now, he will really kill someone if he doesn't agree with him.

As a result, the call was hung up as soon as it was made.

Yuan Chenglong frowned: "What's the situation?"

"Yuan Chenglong, what do you want to see me for?" A deep and vicissitudes of life voice suddenly came from the side.

Ye Wudao and Yuan Chenglong looked over immediately and found that it was the old prime minister.

He arrived at the scene at some point.

The old prime minister was dressed in cloth, his hair and beard were gray, he was holding a cane, trembling and weak, and looked like an ordinary old man.

As soon as the old prime minister spoke, the onlookers recognized him.

So the crowd knelt down like a tide.

"We pay our respects to the old prime minister."

The old prime minister smiled kindly at the crowd: "Please stand up, no need to be polite. I have abdicated and am now a commoner. There is no need to kneel down to me."

The crowd then slowly stood up.

Ye Wudao also bowed slightly to the old prime minister: "Old prime minister, long time no see."

The old prime minister patted Ye Wudao on the shoulder: "When I abdicated, you were still a young man, but now you are much more mature and stable, not bad, not bad."

Ye Wudao smiled elegantly: "Old prime minister, you are too kind."

After all, the old prime minister is a meritorious official of Daxia, and there is no conclusive evidence to prove that the old prime minister and the president of the martial arts association are in cahoots, so Ye Wudao still respects the old prime minister.