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... could not be channeled: "This set of costumes has become a system!"

The two sets of costumes are completely different in style.

For any refiner, it is possible to refine two different styles of costumes, which means that he is extremely deep in the costumes.

"Not only that. I have seen the Wuzu children's cultivation, this set of costumes is tailor-made for them." Blue ice looks excited: "If such a refiner can play for Beiyuan Ice House, then who Can you stop us?"

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