After Xu Feng''s fifth way of expelling miasma, Zibo Wen coughed violently. During the coughing, the gas gushed from the throat, and his eyes slowly opened and came to himself.


    "Blog!" Zishen exclaimed excitedly. Although Zibo Wen was weak at this time, judging from his complexion, the miasma had almost disappeared.


    When Xu Feng saw the other party wake up, he stopped his fingers ready to use the dispelling miasma technique again. He thought that the Chinese Taoist art really deserved its reputation. If it was not for his strong aura, only one skill would make him wake up.


    "Purple City Lord! You''d better check if there is miasma in your body. " Xu Feng said with a smile.


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