The overcrowded Golden Crow Hall, the atmosphere was depressing and dignified, Ning Heng sat on the Golden Crow throne, his expression was cold, and his eyes fell on everyone in the hall, making everyone present feel great pressure.

"Elder Hu has already deducted the pills of the eight of us three times...

"I am really the strongest alchemist" 517 is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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