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... through the ring formation.

But when the angry cold voice in the air came.

Everyone looked up and was stunned for a moment.

The person here is Ghost Elder of Wuhun Temple, Ghost Douluo with level 95 soul power.

The word "senior" that the ghost said.

It made all the people present think about it.

The silver-haired man on the futon in the center of the ring was so young, he looked about twenty years old.

The most important thing is that he doesn't ...

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