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... al artist, who looks eighteen or nine years old, has been repaired to reach the extreme position in the Yellow Pole.

Being able to cultivate to such an extreme age at this age is also regarded as a martial art genius.

The young man in the yellow robes held a sharp sword, and said in full spirit, "The Hao Family, Hao Seventeen, the first one to challenge, draw a sword!"

Zhang Ruochen pressed the hilt of the Shining Sword with his right hand, and shook his head gently, saying ...

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