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Some people can't help it

After that, Yang Fan let Yang Guanxin circulate the [God-Slaying Art] for a while, and pointed out some of its flaws.

"Go." Yang Fan waved his hand.

Yang Guanxin's body stiffened, his face filled with bitterness, he cupped his fist with Xiang Yangfan's and bowed, then flew away.

Yang Fan was smoking his cigarette absentmindedly until the pot of smoke was finished