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The ten-year-old Mo, like a little adult, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'll handle it," then took out several talismans from the storage bag behind him. He handed them to the chubby kid along with white paper and red ink.,The thin young master was slightly annoyed, and then sneered: "It's said that among the Qi refining cultivators at the beginning of the Immortal Gate, you are the best at drawing formations. I wonder how they compare to this young master If you have time, we can have a competition.",The slender young master nodded, gazing at the throngs of cultivators in the mountains below. His chin was lifted even higher.。

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