Looking at Qi Tianhai's pretentious ugly face, Song Yan's eyes turned to Zhang Mingyu, an outsider, who had never spoken, and asked, "Zhang Zongzhu, do you think so?"

"I believe in Brother Qi!" Zhang Mingyu was indifferent, and his tone was particularly indifferent.

"Ha ha!"

Song Yan laughed and scoffed at the people in the temple. "If you want to swallow my skills, you have to see if you have a good set of teeth, so that you don't end up looking for teeth all over the place!"

"Arrogance!"

"I don't know how to live or die!"

"Find Death!"

As soon as the tone of Song Inkstone fell, several elders...