C387 Alteration of Blood Color Texture

"No, that's not right. This isn't Mendicant Buddhist Monk's skill, just who are you!?" Shayev looked at the unpredictable Mendicant Buddhist Monk and suddenly stopped. He stared at Mendicant Buddhist Monk and asked.

"Who is this old man?" "Ga Ga …" Who am I? If you can live another hundred years, you will naturally know! Now, let's fight! " Mendicant Buddhist Monk let out a weird laugh