Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

With a sword in hand, the light of the sword converged, and the nine-story sword tower floated behind him. Han Muye, one sword and one tower, faced tens of thousands of phantoms.

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\"Om——\" The sword light lit up, and the sound of sword chants resounded. Han Muye's sword vibrated, and all the long swords in the phantom's hands vibrated.

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The endless sword light gathered in the Changjiang River, roaring and bursting, like a waterfall of stars, descending from the sky.

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Han Muye stood in the center of the million-zhang battle platform. The golden nine-story sword tower above his head was spinning, and the sword light was swaying. The long sword in his hand led all the sword light to roar out. Han Muye slowly sat cross-legged, and the hilt of the sword was released. , suspended in front of it.

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With his eyes closed, all the long swords around him faced the shadows and bumped into them. Every sword is a sword technique. Every sword is a Dao technique.

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At this moment, Han Muye single-handedly controlled tens of thousands of long swords and entrusted tens of thousands of swordsmanship and Taoism.

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The sword pavilion spun lightly, and the sword light was infinite, protecting Han Muye's body by a hundred feet.

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The nine-story sword pavilion is the treasure of the sect of the upper three days of the sword pavilion, and it is the representative of the sword pavilion.

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After ascending from the powerful, there is no ninth-level sword pavilion in the sword pavilion, only Qi Yu controls an eight-level sword pavilion.

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Although the eighth floor and the ninth floor are only one floor apart, they are thousands of miles apart. Ten eight-story sword pavilions are not comparable to one nine-story sword pavilion.

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The gap between them is the level, the cultivation perception, and the leap in the power of kendo.

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\"Nine-storied sword pavilion, no wonder, no wonder...\" Seeing the nine-storied sword pagoda shining on the battlefield, Qi Yu looked up to the sky and laughed.

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No wonder Han Muye said that he had a relationship with the sword pavilion, but he was unwilling to join the sword pavilion as a disciple.

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No wonder the seven-tiered sword pavilion in Han Muye's hands was presented as a reward for the kendo conference. No wonder Han Muye took more care of the disciples of the sword pavilion. It turned out that Han Muye was in charge of a nine-tiered sword pavilion!

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In charge of the ninth-level sword pavilion, he is naturally the person from the sword pavilion.

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With the only nine-story sword pavilion in this world, the relationship between Han Muye and the sword pavilion cannot be separated.

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\"Nine-story Jiange, is this the person we have been waiting for?\" Behind Qi Yu, an elder of the Jiange said softly.

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Everyone beside him nodded slightly.

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Above the meteorite, everyone was staring at the million-zhang stage. \"One person, ten thousand swords?\" Some people murmured.

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\"It is ten thousand swords and ten thousand methods.\"Some people searched on those long swords and said softly. Ten thousand swords, ten thousand methods. There really are such people in the world, who can read all ten thousand methods and cultivate all ten thousand swords!

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\"Dang——\"The long swords collided. This is the sound of a long sword colliding with the sword in the phantom's hand.

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The swordsmanship and Taoism displayed by the two swords are exactly the same. On the battle stage, Han Muye sat cross-legged. This sitting is three years.

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In the past three years, everyone watched the sword light around him become more and more dazzling.

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Behead yourself. Beat yourself.

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Every sword light that shatters an illusory shadow makes Han Muye's aura stronger. Every sword light is a sword technique, a technique.

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For the practitioners watching, seeing a sword light is to gain an inheritance. The battle on the stage makes people fascinated. In the past three years, no one is willing to miss the slightest. Three years later, Han Muye's body The sword light was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.

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And in front of him, there are only three of the tens of thousands of phantoms left.

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The strength of these three shadows, each sword traverses tens of thousands of feet, the broken space brought out by the sword light seems to be about to smash the siege formation on the battlefield.

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The combat power of these three phantoms completely surpassed everyone's imagination.

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That swordsmanship, between raising one's hand and raising one's foot, is the means of destroying the world. Unfortunately, this kind of swordsmanship has surpassed everyone's understanding.

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Even Qi Yu, who used to be the number one in kendo, could only close his eyes. He didn't dare to look at it. He was afraid that after watching it, it would affect his heart.

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Jia Wu sat on top of the meteorite, his eyes were full of light, he didn't know what he was thinking. Huang Laoliu muttered, only the fingers on his knee moved gently.

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\"Dang——\"The two swords clashed. The long sword in front of Han Muye shattered.

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At the moment when the sword shattered, the sword tower shook, and countless sword lights fell from the sky like meteors. The sword lights covered the sky and blocked the sun, and merged into a long river. Outside Shen Muyuan, the practitioners sitting on the meteorite stood up one by one. Come.

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Han Muye has never had such a sword.

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With such a sword, let alone the three phantoms, even if there are thousands of paths in front of them, they can't stop it. After this sword, Han Muye will break through the stage!\"Boom—\"Three phantoms The long sword swung and resisted with all his strength, but after a hundred breaths, the sword light passed through.

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The phantom dissipated, and the sword light was like a long dragon, roaring into the sky.

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The golden nine-story sword pagoda turned ten thousand feet into one hundred thousand feet. Han Muye slowly stood up and looked up at the void in front of him.

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\"Boom-\"

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The torrent of sword light smashed through the light curtain barrier on the void, and then raged like a long dragon in Shenmuyuan. The sword light swayed like a star.

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The void was enveloped by the sword light, the entire Shenmuyuan began to collapse, and countless rubble slammed into the surroundings. The million-zhang performance platform suspended in it slowly rose. The golden streamers rushed down from the performance platform. .

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One after another, blue fairy energy permeated the ten-thousand-zhang high platform, wrapped around Han Muye's body, and collided with the golden nine-story sword tower.

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Immortal energy lingered, as if ascending to immortality. Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.

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The immortal energy is rewarded on the performance stage, which allows practitioners to perceive the power of immortal energy in advance. When they step into the Shengxiantai and enter the Spirit Transformation Pond, they will be able to adapt more quickly.

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It seems that a strong person who can really pass through the performance stage will be baptized with immortal energy in advance, and there will be no problem in crossing the Spirit Transformation Pond.

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As for the later practitioners, they did not pass through the performance stage with their own combat power, and they did not have the gifts and rewards of immortal energy, so many of them died in the Spirit Transformation Pond.

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\"Boom-\"

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The 10,000-meter-long performance platform wrapped by the sword light was divided again, and turned into the tens of thousands of battle platforms one by one.

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Han Muye's body was filled with spiritual light and immortal energy. He stepped out and landed on the meteorite. A dark golden halo flickered on top of his head. This halo was of the same origin as the streamer light of the defensive formation on the stage in front of him. .

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\"Sword Master.\" Qi Yu stepped forward and bowed to Han Muye.

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He looked up at the slowly rotating nine-story sword tower behind Han Muye, and his eyes were full of joy. The other elders of the sword pavilion also stepped forward and bowed.

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\"I will go to the sword pavilion when I have a chance.\" Han Muye nodded, raised his hand and waved, the nine-story sword pagoda disappeared.

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He cupped his hands towards the surroundings, moved his body and left the meteorite.

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After breaking through the performance stage, the performance stage reappeared in the world of cultivation, so there was no need for him to stay here any longer. Watching Han Muye leave, the top experts in this world all had complex expressions on their faces.

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With unparalleled talent, Han Muye surpassed everyone and became the first person in this world.

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This first-person identity may not fully represent combat power, but this is potential and talent, and as long as it does not fall, it will inevitably suppress the existence of this world.

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\"If this one wants to rebuild the divine court, what should we do?\" A Taoist in a green robe turned his head and looked at everyone around him.

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I don't know. At this moment, many people were silent.

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Han Muye, a strong man with uncompromising determination and incomparable combat power, has Tianxuan, Medicine Valley, and Sword Pavilion behind him.

No one knows that if Han Muye wants to rebuild the Divine Court, who can stop it. Endless Heavenly Venerate?

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When everyone looked back, they had not seen the figure of the Endless Heavenly Venerate.

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\"Haha, if you can have this experience in the performance stage, it will be worthwhile to practice in this life.\" A slender sword in a black shirt with a long sword laughed, and flew towards the re-differentiated performance stage in front of him.

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The other practitioners also smiled and rushed to the battle stage.

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After ten years of impact and three years of observation, everyone who came here has gained a lot.

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The harvest of this trip is to make all of them reborn, and let them who are already standing at the peak of their own cultivation make breakthroughs and go further.

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With such an opportunity, it is a sin to waste every bit of it. \"Boom-\"

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The light brought by the sword light and the magic technique shone in the sky above Shen Muyuan, which was covered with chaotic rocks. At this time, in the void, next to Han Muye, Jia Wu stood there with a calm expression.

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\"I will return to the endless sea this time, and I will gather the strength required by the great formation of the world.\"A deep light flashed in Jia Wu's eyes.

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\"Tell me how long it will take to complete the teleportation formation leading to the Immortal Realm.\"This is the transaction between Han Muye and the Endless Heavenly Venerate.

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The Endless Heavenly Venerate helped Han Muye repair the Great Array of Myriad Realms. Han Muye took action and set up a formation that could travel through and enter the Immortal Realm.

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This is a double benefit.

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As for this time spent looking for the performance platform, it was just to ensure the holding of the Sword Cultivation Conference.

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At the same time, it is also to prove that Han Muye has the inheritance of the ancient divine court in his hands.

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Now that Han Muye has proved himself, it is necessary for the Endless Heavenly Venerate to bring out the power that can repair and inspire the Great Array of Ten Thousand Realms.

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\"Relax, senior, as long as the Great Array of Ten Thousand Realms is stimulated, I will be able to use the power of the Great Array to reverse, mobilize the formation, and open the way to the Immortal Realm.\"

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Han Muye's expression was indifferent, and he spoke softly. Jia Wu nodded, and his figure dissipated on the spot.

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Han Muye sighed softly, turned into a sword light, and disappeared in a flash in the void.

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Although he has penetrated the stage, it only shows that he has unparalleled potential and talent. Compared with the Endless Heavenly Venerate, it does not mean that he has an absolute chance of winning.

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The power of the endless sea is unfathomable.

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The news that the performance platform has reappeared in the world of practice has long been spread. In the past ten years, countless practitioners have been waiting for the news that the performance platform has been penetrated.

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Those doubts about Han Muye have long since died down.

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In fact, from ten years ago, everything that happened on the stage has been quickly passed on and circulated throughout the practice world.

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After all, by controlling Wuyang Pavilion, Han Muye can control the public opinion he needs. All the sword cultivators in the world are waiting, waiting for the moment when the stage is pierced.

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After that, the progress on the stage can almost be broadcast live.

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Every few days, how the elders of the various sects on the performance stage are progressing, and which masters are making rapid progress, all become the talk of the world's cultivation world.

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The ranking according to the progress on the stage also changes in real time.

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Between the major sects, because of the rankings on the performance stage, there are various means of confrontation. It is only from three years ago that all rankings have been solidified. The fighting has stopped.

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The final stage of the performance stage, Tianxuan Han Muye has entered the final stage!

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Almost everyone in the cultivation world is waiting for Han Muye to break through the final stage of the stage. This wait is three years.

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\"Senior brother. You are amazing, you broke through the last level.\"In the wing of the Yaogu Courtyard, Mu Wan with a flushed face hung her fair arm around Han Muye's neck, panting and speaking.

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Han Muye had a smile on his face, and said in a low voice: \"How about we wear it again?\"

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The news that the performance platform had been penetrated came back a few days later than when Han Muye returned to Yaogu. Fleeing through the void, there are probably not many people who can beat him. He can also spend a few days in Yaogu. The time when the courtyard is free to hang around.

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When the performance platform was pierced, the powerful people from all sides gathered, and the news came that they would rush to the performance platform again, and the world of practice was full of joy.

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Where is the performance stage? How to get to the stage? What kind of talents are qualified to be on the stage?

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Countless people are gearing up to ask around.

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Legends about the performance platform have been flying all over the sky, and countless practitioners who have fallen into a bottleneck regard it as a holy place for breakthroughs.

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Many people have the idea of ​​going to the stage when they go bankrupt. This idea quickly converged into obsession.

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\"Han Prime Minister, it's better to block it, or open the performance stage in advance.\" Xu Wei, who returned by flying boat, met Han Muye, and the first sentence was to ask Han Muye to open the performance stage.

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He may be one of the few practitioners in this world who is not interested in the performance stage.

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He has incomparable confidence in his own cultivation perception. In the past ten years, Xu Wei has not once appeared on the stage.

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In this way, he can see more clearly than outsiders. That's why he made suggestions at this time.

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\"Hehe, when the divine court was not collapsed, the performance stage was opened every 100 years.

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With a trace of nostalgia on his face, Duan Chengzi spoke softly.

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\"But those who had the opportunity to perform on the stage back then were at least in the realm of Taoist ancestors.\"Daozu? In today's practice world, how many Taoist ancestors are there in total?

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At this time, most of the performers on the stage were experts in the realm of saints, and Daozu Tianzun was just that.

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\"In those days, the younger generation of the great powers of the divine court, the younger generation of the officials of the divine court, what conditions did they need to be on the stage?\"

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Han Muye turned to look at Gao Xiaoxuan.

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Gao Xiaoxuan is Wenqu, the one who was in charge of the court of the gods back then, and has a clear understanding of these things. \"Ten top-quality spirit stones.\" Gao Xiaoxuan said. So cheap?

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Han Muye murmured in his heart.

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But thinking about it, since they are all my own, it is impossible to set the price too high. \"Is this price too expensive?\" Xu Wei frowned and asked in a low voice.

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Ten top-quality spirit stones may be nothing in the ancient times.

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But nowadays, there are only a handful of people in the entire cultivation world who can come up with so many top-quality spirit stones.\"Then reduce the price tenfold.\"\"But there must be rules.\"Han Muye looked at the people in the hall. , there was a deep divine light in his eyes.

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The elders of the Wuyang Pavilion looked up at him with joy on their faces.

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The way Han Muye makes money is basically handed over to Wuyangge. For people like Wuyangge, how much they earn is secondary. The most important thing is the happiness of making money and getting Han Muye letter weight.

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\"The 3,000-seat performance stage is open, and everyone in the cultivation world can take the stage.\"

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\"Every time you step on the stage, you need a top-quality spiritual stone, or an equivalent treasure.\"\"Below the heavenly realm, there is only one chance to go on the stage.\"\"Above the heavenly realm, there are three chances.\"

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\"Half-holy or above, the opportunities are not limited, but it takes ten years before you can go to the performance stage again.\"

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Han Muye explained the conditions for opening the stage one by one.

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The people below hurriedly recorded, and the elders of Wuyang Pavilion did not dare to miss a word. After Han Muye finished speaking, he looked at Duan Chengzi.\"Senior, has the teleportation formation leading to Shen Muyuan been sorted out? \"