"Hmph, one's brain is determined by one's position. Lin Yi is also a member of your Qingyun school, so Shishu Xin will definitely side with him, so your words may not be credible." Xue Jianfeng argued.
"Preposterous! You dare to doubt this old man!" Xin Yijie was instantly enraged. This Xue Jianfeng was clearly provoking him. If it wasn't for his status as the martial uncle-master leading the team, he would have already taught this guy a lesson.
At this moment, Bing Wuqing, who was standing at the side, suddenly said,""I've also heard that the Mingmen of falling leaves in autumn is indeed at the soft ribs at the waist."
F * ck! Xue Jianfeng almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He could argue with Xin Yijie, but he couldn't just ignore Bing Wuqing's words. After all, Bing Wuqing was one of his own.
