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... g people every day, my cultivation level is higher than him, and he still scolds me, it's too much."

   Little Guizi muttered with a look of resentment.

  Chu Chen laughed dumbly: "You said the same thing in front of Master?"

Little Guizai said righteously: "Well! Senior brother, you didn't say that the person who cultivates the immortal world is the first, my cultivation base is higher than the master, he is not polite to me, and he scolds me, senior brother, you judge, the ...

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