The sun rose slowly in the early morning, and Chen Ye exclaimed his breath, carefully stabilizing the thunder pool and storing his strength.

Chen Ye slowly stood up, opened his eyes, and felt that his cultivation had improved a few points.

Suddenly, he felt a few people running towards him behind him, and Chen Ye dodged and hid in the trees, hiding his breath and quietly observing the surroundings.

"This is it, where the thunder fell, you see, there's another piece around here

"Fantasy: I, the master of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion, is dictatorial for eternity! Chapter 202 The new member is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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