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Under the giant ancient pine tree.
Brother Flathead was battling with three armored guardians.
After refining the spirit blood of the Fanged Mad Pig and various other pig demons, Brother Flathead's cultivation level hadn't increased much, but his defense had skyrocketed.
He stood upright, allowing the three armored guardians to pound on him.
"Hmph!"
Brother Flathead looked at the sky calmly and snorted disdainfully.
Seeing this, Ye Feng was speechless and said, "Poor Brother Flathead, unable to find a worthy opponent, has fallen to the point of fighting with armored guardians."
Everyone watching Brother Flathead's haughty pretense couldn't help but chuckle.
"Alright, forget about it."
Ye Feng withdrew his gaze, "Our Misty Sect has renamed itself from Misty Peak, and has passed the Star-Level Sect certification. From now on, we are a true Star-Level Sect. As disciples of a Star-Level Sect, we must cultivate even harder."
"Yes," the disciples didn't dare to slack off.
