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... g of Shenhuo State is far deeper than people in other states.

  The six major sects of Shenhuo State are famous in Daxia. Every year, talented warriors from various states come to Shenhuo State to learn from teachers.

   Among them, there are indeed some visceral refining realm warriors under the age of twenty-five.

   But the number is not large, maybe no more than ten people every year.

  So the 23-year-old visceral refiner is still a bit eye-catching.

   But ...

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