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"Yang Qinlang!"

A panicked cry sounded.

"He's here!"

Yang Qinlang's feet flew up into the air and in two steps, she arrived in front of a Flowing Fire Valley disciple who was in danger about a hundred feet away. Both of her hands pushed forward and a curtain of light condensed in front of him.

"Oh, mountain guarding spirit art. Old Yang