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Yang Ji leaned on the treetops, with his head hanging slightly as the waves rose and fell, showing a thoughtful look. It’s fair to say that in a place like Taiyuanzhou, there is only one Martial Saint like King Taiyuan, but more than 30 ninth-level Martial Saints appear all of a sudden, and it seems that more and more will gather. It’s not weird. , that’s weird!...