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Cao Chong looked at the young man rushing to the battlefield with a pale face and was speechless.

The young man smiled to himself and said, "If a scholar cannot read, then the world will be really bad."

Without waiting for Cao Zhong to speak, the young man turned his head to look at the Sword Sect leader who was adjusting his breath at the side, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Master."

"It seems that the sect leader has found a sword that suits him. It's really gratifying. I think it won't be long before his level will reach another level."

The leader of the Sword Sect looked at the flying sword on his lap and chuckled tiredly, "For it, it's three hundred years too late. For me, it's one hundred years too late. But actually it's not too late, it's just right."

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The young man nodded. It doesn't matter if he waits for half a lifetime or a lifetime. The most rare thing always comes in the end.

As long as you wait, it's not too late.

The leader of the Sword Sect asked, "Is it done?"

The young man nodded.

"You have to be careful, he is really too strong."

The leader of the Sword Sect sighed. He held the sword and perfected the sword, but it was still not as high as the sword. What else could he say?

The young man rubbed his cheek and said, "I'll try it next."

After saying this, he walked forward to face that person in the world.

But in front, the Dharma form had been completely shattered and dissipated above the sea of ​​clouds.

The belated young man stood on the sea of ​​clouds and said with a smile, "I've beaten the younger ones several times, but it's not interesting. This time I'll beat you, the old one."

As the young man said these words, a towering Dharma image began to form behind him again.

This time, the aura of the Dharma image was several times more abundant than the previous one.

The young man holding up the Dharma image rolled up his sleeves as usual and was ready for a big fight.
Chapter completed!