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Ning Cheng didn't answer. Lift your feet a little. The Yuanhun monk who had stepped on Zhuang Jingyi just now heard a click. Then he sat down on the ground. The Yuanhun monk was terrified, knowing that he had hit an iron plate. The person who came here easily kicked one of his legs off. He was definitely a person with a much higher level of cultivation than him....