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"Do you know where this wound on my face came from?"

When Xuanzhi said this, his voice was gentle, but there was a hint of hatred in his tone that could not be hidden. Perhaps this way followed the scars of his life, and it would bite him like a venomous snake. .

Hearing Xuan Zhi's words, Guan Hu was shocked for a moment, and then a touch of extreme anger appeared on his face, and said: "Which bastard hurt Your Majesty, tell Guan Hu, I will go to destroy the segment!"

"Hehe, that's commendable courage, but what if I told you it was the inner disciple of the Yuhu Sect who hurt me?" Xuanzhi looked at Guan Hu with a smile but a smile. After these words, the latter's face suddenly changed. The colors are blue and white.

In this outer sect of Yuhuzong, Guan Hu was already considered the best among hundreds of disciples, but now he had not even reached the threshold of an inner disciple.