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 Qin Lang transmigrated to the fantasy world and inherited a small, run-down sect at the beginning.
 It doesn't matter whether the sect is poor or not, who allowed me to have a synthesis system.
 "Ding, congratulations to the host for using 10,000 chickens to synthesize a Chicken King!"
 "Ding, congratulations to the host for using 10,000 hybrid seeds to synthesize a Supreme Grade Spirit Medicine!"
 "Ding, congratulations to the host for synthesizing a Supreme Grade sword from 100,000 tree branches!"
 "Ding, congratulations to the host for using one million toads to synthesize a divine beast..."
 What? No skills? combine! No weapons? combine! No defensive treasures...?
 Beautiful apprentice: "Master, why is my closet empty?"
 Qin Lang** licked his lips: "Don't panic, disciple, my Divine Level armor can be put together with only one piece of clothing left."
 After saying that, Qin Lang looked at the only dress on his disciple's body.
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