"Lin Ying, I heard that the Taichu Holy Land has been in turmoil recently. As an old friend, I came to see if there's anything I can do to help."
"Humph, it's not your turn to interfere in the affairs of our Taichu Holy Land."
Zi Tianteng was not angry either.
"Why don't you just enjoy your retirement when you're old? Why are you hanging out with the younger generation?"
Zi Tianteng smiled slightly and spoke.
There was an unfriendly look in Lin Ying's eyes.
"Hey, I have nothing to do today, so I was planning to go to a brothel and listen to some music, but then I realized you, my old friend, are not doing well."
"So I asked a few disciples to come and play with us today."
"Let them cheer up and encourage their old friends."
"Lin Ying, you're not afraid to let the disciples of Taichu Holy Land fight, are you?"
"But I heard that you have a young peak master named Ning Sirou who has already broken through to the Saint level."
"Such a young saint, of course we have to come and pay our respects to him."
"You won't be stingy, old friend?"
The rage in Lin Ying's heart could burn the heavens and the earth.
Zi Tianteng came here just to piss him off.
"Zi Tianteng, don't go too far."
Lin Ying's eyes were narrowed, and he exuded a dangerous aura.
Zi Tianteng was certainly not afraid.
"If you say you don't dare to fight, just say so. For the sake of our friendship over the years, I won't make it difficult for you."
"Let's go. Let's leave and say that the Taichu Holy Land doesn't dare to fight and is afraid of our Zifu Holy Land."
Zi Tianteng was about to leave when a voice rang out.
"Senior, our ancestors didn't refuse either!"
Li Qingfeng's voice sounded behind Lin Ying.
Zi Tianteng turned around and looked at Qingfeng Li.
"The Holy Son of the Taichu Holy Land?"
"You're more courageous than him."
"Senior, you are too kind. Why don't you sit down and have a glass of water?"
Zi Tianteng stared at Qingfeng Li seriously.
"How about coming to my Purple Mansion Holy Land?"
Qingfeng Li just sneered twice.
After Zi Tianteng left, Qingfeng Li looked at Lin Ying.
"Ancestor, people's words are scary. If you want to fight, then fight. Maybe it can inspire the bloodiness of the Taichu Holy Land."
Lin Ying patted Qingfeng Li's shoulder.
"It's quite lively today. Our Ning family came to take a look."
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