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... the guest. At the same time, the old rabbit monk Bu Le organized the group to watch the screen as he explained to Wen Leyang, “The One Word Palace cultivates differently from the Taoist schools and the Buddhist sects; they use martial arts as their sole method of cultivation. The three supreme leaders’ martial arts approaches are also quite different from one another. The first brother Xia cultivated in the Soul of Spear. His martial art style is cunning and eccentric and he calls it ‘A Break’. ...

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Zong Qi: ? tr*sh commercial, deleted

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