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... ad already discussed it, and the other party sent Fairy Xinglin, a Jindan Sword Cultivator Youtan Master of the Manghe Sword Sect, and a Jindan "Master Master" Dayan Daoist from Tiangong Pavilion.

   Haoyangzong's side is Master Ming Feng, the master of the Sword Forging Hall, and Xu Ke, the deacon of the inner sect.

  Both Xu Ke and the master of Jianjian Hall are equipped with a Golden Crow Mecha. Moreover, Xu Ke's configuration can be called luxurious, almost armed to the teeth. ...

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