In the collapse of the sand and gravel, Qin Qing still did not move, standing in front of the dragon claw and looking at its decaying and black wounds.

The dragon vein was furious, it seemed to know it was hurt, but it should also know that it was polluted, but it still allowed it to happen.

A little bit of light scattered, the old man appeared, looking at the dragon claw that had been through the vicissitudes of life, sighed silently, the moment the palm brushed, the wound healed, and the peachwood sword returned to Qin Qing's palm.

"How dare you hurt

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