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Chapter two thousand and twenty-two victory points(2/2)

"Wang Feng is injured!"

Suddenly, there was a sensation in the entire arena.

The two young men have been fighting until now, and it seems that they are finally going to decide the winner.

"Haha, this kid looks like he's going to win."

Ximendao chuckled, finally letting go of what he had been holding on to just now.

"impossible!"

Everyone in the Wang family roared in low voices, very unwilling to do so.

"What?!"

The most shocked person in the field was Zhen Cang Laodao. He lost his composure and almost stood up. Two astonishing rays of fairy light shot out from his eyes, shaking the void.

Fortunately, he restrained himself in time, otherwise, the aura of the residual immortal would have been enough to level this arena.

"This...this, could it be that the old man's Buddhist inheritance?

Lin Fei, he actually got the inheritance from that old man?"
Chapter completed!
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