What can the temple do?”

The rampant laughter echoed in the square in front of the Futian Tomb Hall.

Just as Ling Qianxuan and others were in despair, a voice came from behind Zhao Cheng.

"Is the temple worth mentioning in your eyes?"

Zhao Cheng frowned and turned around with an impatient look on his face.

"Of course! Why can the temple be me..." The frivolous voice stopped abruptly! In the costumes worn by Ye Xinghe and others, beads of sweat as big as beans instantly slid off Zhao Cheng's cheek.

"Hook...the soul-catching envoy!"

Representative black clothing, like an invitation from hell.

Those sects that came with Zhao Cheng instantly flashed to the side! They were afraid that Ye Xinghe and others would recognize them as Zhao Cheng's accomplices.

Ye Xinghe sneered and walked slowly to Zhao Cheng.

"Why don't you continue talking?"
Chapter completed!