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Mo Shangqian raised his chin, grinned and asked Pann Xiaoman: "How is it, my kung fu is not bad, right? Is he still as good as he was before? "

Pann Xiaoman looked at him and shrugged. "Nothing much. "I remember that in the past, the wheel worked like it was flying. When you were about ten meters away, the six throwing knives in your hand suddenly flew out and struck the wheel