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An hour later, Ling Yan walked out of the underground beast fighting arena and arrived at the main street of South Tong City. Next to him was a young man with a handsome face.

At this moment, the youngster was circling around Ling Yan with eyes full of suspicion.

After being stared at for a quarter of an hour, Ling Yan helplessly stopped and said, "I say, Pu Dong, can you walk a bit more normally? Why are you wandering around by my side?"

"Hey, big brother, tell me, what have you been doing in the Beast Battling Arena for so long?" Pu Dong stared straight at Ling Yan and laughed coldly.

"What else can I do? I went to the toilet."

"He fell into the toilet?" Who would believe that? Look at young master Dong's face, does he look like an idiot? " Pu Dong patted his handsome face and said as he raised his eyebrows in disdain.

"Why would I lie to you? After going to the toilet, I saw the Madman. I was just watching from the bottom. We sat so far away, so remote, and what could I see? It would be better to watch the Madman fight closer!" Ling Yan glanced at Pu Dong and said in a faint voice.

On the way back, the moment he saw Pu Dong's suspicious look, Ling Yan knew that he had been exposed, causing a speculation in Pu Dong's mind. However, he quickly came up with an excuse.

It wasn't that Ling Yan didn't acknowledge his identity, nor was it that he suspected that Pu Dong couldn't keep his identity a secret. The main reason was that his illusion techniques were too magical, and martial artists that were several levels stronger than him couldn't see through it.

Not only his demeanor, movements, appearance, height, body shape, and even his cultivation level could be imitated! "Phantom Image" was indeed a miraculous Martial Skill. It was much more profound than any other disguise technique in the world.

Therefore, it was inconvenient for him to say it, just like how he couldn't tell Le Xinlan how he drew out his talisman.

It was safest to keep secrets hidden in one's heart.

Before he had the power to protect himself, the things on his body made people jealous. Maybe some outlaws would forcefully take him away and control him or something.

He felt that what Ling Yan said made sense, but the doubt in his heart continued to spiral about. There was no helping it, besides the appearance and height of Ling Yan and Madman, their other actions, movements, methods, martial skills, etc. were too similar!

"What? You don't think I'm a mad god, do you?" Ling Yan stared at Pu Dong with his eyes wide open, as if he had just seen something unbelievable.

"Really?" Pu Dong came over and asked suspiciously.

"Of course not, you think that I would be able to participate in the Beast Battling Arena if I were a mad god? Is the First Prince playing with the surveillance system? " Ling Yan rolled his eyes at Pu Dong and said.

"Yeah, I think so too." Pu Dong nodded, and suddenly, a thought emerged in his mind. Pu Dong slapped his thigh and loudly shouted: "I know, Ling Yan, Mad God …"

Hm? Did Pu Dong catch some clues? Ling Yan's heart skipped a beat.

"Mad God, did you come from a family?" Pu Dong excitedly looked at Ling Yan. He felt that the chances of this happening were extremely high. His grandmother! He had actually thought of this!? He really was a genius!

"You've already discovered this!" Ling Yan pretended to be shocked as he said.

At the same time, he couldn't help but laugh in his heart. This Pu Dong was quite imaginative. Since he thought this way, then so be it.

"Haha, that's right, who is this young master Dong? He is even more handsome than Pan An, Zhuge!" Seeing Ling Yan's stupefied expression, Pu Dong felt as if a clear spring had poured into his heart, causing him to feel extremely good!

Ling Yan was actually frightened by him. He really was a genius, hahaha!