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... would be very difficult for Xu Feng to successfully make Qiqiao Lingdan if it was not the Yunyang alchemy furnace.

With the successful refining of Qiqiao Linglong Dan, Xu Feng began to directly refine the Qiqiao Linglong Dan with the chemical Ding.

"Woohoo ..."

The breath on your body changes.

Xu Feng's originally completely broken body of Dan Yuan recovered almost 50% after refining Qilong Lingdan.

The body's meridians have also been repaired a lot. It can be ...

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