Fighting.

What exactly is it?

More importantly...who can win this fight?

"Let me see it."

Duanmu Jing, on the other hand, seemed to have noticed something. He didn't care whether everyone was talking to him or not, and said to himself: "These two people are equal in cultivation, have similar fighting power, and their temperaments are even more indistinguishable. I want to predict the direction of this battle..."

…”

"Fellow Taoist Duanmu."

One person interrupted him and joked: "According to your statement, you are very familiar with them? Are they coming to you to argue with each other, or are they asking you to come to terms with them? Or are you simply old friends with them?"

"None of that."

Duanmu Jing shook his head and corrected: "Strictly speaking, your statement is not accurate. Although I should have met the boy named Luo, I don't know much about him because of the death of his clone...

"

No one spoke.

I don't think it's easy for him to make up a last name just to make a point.

"Where's the other one?"

The person who spoke earlier continued to ask, saying calmly: "You must be familiar with him, right?"

“This one is very familiar!”

"How mature is it?"

"Mature enough..."

Duanmu Jing thought for a while and gave a very appropriate example: "He should call me daddy."
Chapter completed!