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... kay, let's give him another 'surprise' when we get to Star Market!"

"Walk!"

rumble!

These Xingxu monsters left Leiyun Peak one after another.

"Jiang Tian, ​​you have defeated Long Bo, you can find a better dojo, if you have any concerns, I can help you solve them!"

Long Qingke suggested with a smile.

Lei Yunfeng was no longer worthy of Jiang Tian, ​​he was fully qualified to change to a better dojo!

Jiang Tian shook his head slightly: "Dare to ask ...

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