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An Zheng dodged to the back, and his body bent backwards like an iron bridge, avoiding two iron rod s in a row. The iron rod was pitch black, and its surface was reflecting the cold moonlight. No matter how you looked at it, it did not look like it was made of meat. But since Qu Liuxi said that, then there must be a reason.

When the two iron rod pierced through the wall in front of An Zheng