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... rage bag.
A flash of dawn light.
Instantly, a white box with dragon patterns appeared.
Fu Changren, who was just about to plant the Cloud Ridge Tree, paused in his movement. Was there another gain from Qingcheng Mountain? For a moment, he was both curious and excited.
Then he saw Fu Changsheng cast a technique on the box.
As the restriction was lifted.
One by one, middle-grade Spirit Stones came into view. Upon careful counting, there were as many ...
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