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In the square, as Zhang Fei Xuan and Wang Qizheng lay frothing at the mouth and collapsed, the others followed suit one by one, wailing and falling to the ground in convulsions.
In the end, it was Sun Jiubei who watched Song Yin walk by, his palm emitting White Qi that enveloped those senior brothers.
"Ten breaths, fifteen breaths, half a month's time, not a single bit of improvement!"
Seeing his junior brothers wail and collapse after barely holding on, Song Yin frowned, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
Previously, when passing on the law, it was also at this time, and now, it was still the same.
