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... be an ordinary person without any strength.

   "Have a little epiphany and can improve."

  Su Yang calmly explained.

  Zhang Tieshou didn't bother with this matter.

   On the contrary, I am very happy, now the Iron Fist Gate is facing a crisis after all.

   "That's really great, now we have a better chance of escaping the encirclement."

  Right now, including the rest of the Iron Fist disciples, they are all surrounded in Changhe Town, and any escape di ...

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