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... Fist Secret; small success in the Fury Secret; small success in the Cutting Blade)】

  Chu Zhou looked at the information on the rules of destruction, and tried to improve the profound meaning of Zhenquan.

   "It takes 5 billion attribute points to improve the Zhenquan Profound Truth, and the attribute points are not enough to improve."

   The properties panel is quick to give feedback.

   "I thought that my attribute points exceeded 4 billion, which is already a lot. ...

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