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Hua Ling'er's sword flashed, and a head had already left the opponent's body. "Well, you deserve to be called the 'Singing Skylark' of a family of killers!" Zhao Qingyun praised repeatedly. "You killed the fake, where is the real one?" Wujie complained. In a dark basement, a woman with disheveled hair who was nailed to the wall suddenly appeared in front of them. Wu Jie's figure flashed, and after hearing the sound of "ding dong", the iron nails on his palms and wrists were pulled out. "Prajna Divine Finger, Feilai Peak Divine Skill, little novice monk, are you Wu Fang's disciple?" "I am Wu Fang's junior brother," Wu Jie replied. "Are you also from a generation without a name? Who is your master?" "My master's name is Fangyuan."
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