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... d Wu Yan firmly.

"Who !? Breaking into the forbidden area of ​​the palace !?" However, Wu Yan hadn't waited to take a closer look at the surrounding situation. Suddenly, the cold light suddenly appeared, and a sword ran across Wu Yan's face. A man, about 27 or 8 years old, is pointing at himself with a sword.

Dididi!

As Wu Yan's gaze fell on the man's body, after the number on the crystal measuring instrument was beating for a while, a value appeared that made Wu Yan feel as ...

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