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Hoo-hoo-hoo——!!
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The strong wind howled, creating a wild gust on the official road!
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Yet in the high sky above, a figure entwined with Qi-Blood like swirling silk, rapidly diving down, his speed so fast that there was vaguely a connection of the Qi mechanism of heaven and earth with him, forming a unique reciprocity.
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As the figure descended, the invisible air currents spread out and slowly dissipated without a trace.
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Jiao Shaoqiu stood with his hands behind his back, bearing a solemnity on his withered, old-wood-like face.
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"The Inner Sect True Successor Top Ten, ranked eighth, Wei He..."
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Jiao Shaoqiu's gaze fell on the burly figure standing at the forefront.
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But the person in sight had a burly stature, dressed in a deep blue robe, with robust muscles all exposed.
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"Elder Jiao."
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Jiao Shaoqiu nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping onto Wei He: "You seem to be a true disciple under Elder Ji, aren't you?"
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