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Five hundred and forty-one million grass peaks(2/2)

It can be said that in ancient times, martial arts or any method of cultivation was the most brilliant.

These alchemy masters who created the Dan Sect could only be considered top-level masters at that time, and could not be considered top-level masters.

Only when they unite so many people and are sects that they are sects that they have gained a place among the upper sects.

It is also because of the special nature of the Dan Sect that the Dan Sect was passed down. As other sects became weaker or declined, the Dan Sect officially rose.

It didn't take long, and many disciples rushed to the hall.

These are all those peripheral disciples.

About half an hour later, the young disciple and more than a dozen people walked in.

Master (father)…

After these people came in, they saw Ye Feng sitting on the top of the left, but just took a look and greeted Zhang Muqiu respectfully.

These people look like middle-aged people in their forties and fifties, and some are young men in their twenty or thirties.

Although my junior brother went to find them, he also heard the sound of Jingxin Bell and knew that something big had happened.

"Yeah! You guys sit down!"

After hearing their greetings, Zhang Muqiu nodded to them and asked them to sit on the chair next to them.

"Father, this Dan King Competition..."

After they sat down, a middle-aged man in his fifties said to Zhang Muqiu, but at the end he swallowed the rest of his words.

In fact, if he hadn't seen Ye Feng, he wouldn't have asked. This was their pain after all.
Chapter completed!
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