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"Why are the two of them there?" In the midst of the crowd not far away,.

"You know?" The eyes of the person who spoke looked to the place where Zi Tian and Mo Dusty were located, and in his opinion, these two people seemed to have nothing else to attract the attention of others except that their faces were a little more beautiful than ordinary people.

In this world where strength is respected, the quality of appearance is not so important, this is not a world of face control, but speaking with strength.

"I don't know, but that man has a lot of background!" As for Zi Lean, in the eyes of this man, she is naturally a woman who classifies her as ink-stained dust.

"What identity?" You must know that their own identity is not weak, but from the tone of his friend, it can be heard that this man seems to be very simple.

"Ink Pavilion, the master of the Ink Pavilion is stained with dust, I may not have known it before, but just a few days ago, I saw the portrait in the hands of the person in the Ink Pavilion, and the portrait was this man.

At first, I thought that this man was the wanted person of the Ink Pavilion, but I didn't expect that he was actually the Pavilion Master of the Ink Pavilion, and the identity of the Ink Pavilion Master has always been very mysterious, but, in my opinion, it is not so mysterious! In the last sentence, this man said that he did not pay attention to the ink dust at all.

The power of the Ink Pavilion is indeed very powerful, if it were not for the pressure of the World Alliance, maybe the Mo Pavilion could become the number one force in the Xuan Netherworld Continent, but unfortunately, it has been pressed by the World Alliance, and has been the second in the millennium, so he will not be afraid of ink dust.

In addition, in his opinion, Mo Zhanchen's strength was not as powerful as rumored, otherwise, he would not just be watching from the sidelines.

If the strength is extraordinary, it will already be shot, where will it wait until both sides are defeated to make a move.

If he had been replaced, he would have had the skills rumored to be in the ink dust, and he would have already acted.

As the two of them were talking, the eyes of Zi Tan and Mo Zhanchen looked towards where they were, and even though the two of them lowered their voices, they still listened to their conversation word for word.

Zi Tilt didn't expect the identity of Mo Zhanchen to be revealed so quickly, but fortunately, the two of them also kept their voices down, otherwise, they didn't know how much unnecessary trouble it would cause.

In her opinion, any unnecessary trouble is to be refused, especially when it comes to fighting.

The battle had already begun as soon as they entered the City of Damnation, so she had to have someone to disturb them.

"Is he really as good as he is rumored to be?" The eyes of the person who spoke looked at the place where the ink stained the dust was, and the straight eyes made Zi Tian a little speechless.

Is this kind of investigation still a probe?

Even if a person with poor strength is indifferent in the face of this searching, then the tactile cells are really out of order.

Therefore, when this man looked at Mo Zhanchen with straight eyes, Mo Zhanchen suddenly raised his head and had a visual collision with this man.

When he came into contact with Mo Chenchen's eyes, the man didn't have time to panic, and in an instant, he moved his eyes to the side, but, sadly, his eyes moved to Zitian's side, and when he saw Zitian's smiling eyes, his body did not relax, on the contrary, it became more tense, and he suddenly felt a feeling of suffocation!