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Nanmen Feng smiled secretly and pretended to be ignorant.

"It's your Martial Spirit. How did you do it? That's why it could freely change its shape …"

Murong Qianqiu danced in joy, but in his heart, he was extremely anxious.

"How did you do it?"

Nanmen Feng shifted his gaze. His two fingers subconsciously pinched his chin. After thinking for a while, he said uncertainly, "It seems