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"Little!" Small! F * ck you! Junior Martial Uncle! "Xuan Manor!"

Not long after, a "tramp" with a head full of green smoke, a face covered in filth and dressed in rags stumbled over!

As soon as they met, he swung his hammer-like fist at Xuan Zhuang!

"Senior apprentice-brother Daoming!" Why did you hit me again!? Hit my martial uncle! "

Xuan Zhuang miserably rolled on the ground and dodged a