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... cultivation still depends on the talent, the physical talent is not good, and the effort is always small.

In the night, I felt a bitter bitterness in my heart, thinking about the situation that my body's meridians were blocked, and secretly hurt myself.

Originally, he thought that his father’s night knife, a generation of wizards, would definitely have a shortcut to ignoring physical talent and quick cultivation. As a result, the first sentence of his father’s cultivation experien ...

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