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Cheng Qing took out a heavy crossbow, calmly loaded it with arrows, and aimed it right in front of him. With a light muffled bang, the crossbow arrow flew out. Just as the cultivator arrived at the door, it was as if he had been struck by a wild ox. He was suddenly sent flying to his side.

After putting down the heavy weight, Cheng Qing leaned against the tree trunk and waited quietly