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This thing had to be taken. Ning Cheng took a step forward and raised his hand to grab it. However, when he stretched out his hand halfway, he suddenly remembered something. He said that the best flying spiritual weapon was only a mere one, but a low-grade flying real weapon appeared. He said that a low-grade flying cone was just a real thing, but there was a middle-grade flying cone....