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she carries the real qi to her palms, and the palms make a wheezing sound, condensing sharp and crystal ice spines. Wrist shake, dozens of ice thorns, at the same time fly to A Le.,people who are timid and cowardly cannot even practice the first level successfully, let alone practice Mahayana.,Zhang Ruochen's eyes squinted and stared at the woman in purple standing on the third floor of an old building by the street.。

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