v2 Chapter 580： Ascension Gate Son
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On the mountain road, many monks climbed on the steps.
Some cultivators are tall, powerful, majestic and heroic, exuding a domineering atmosphere; some cultivators are dressed in simple and plain clothes, and they seem to be low-key and can no longer keep a low profile; some cultivators are only teens, The boy's appearance is quite immature.
There are also monks, with gray beards, frowns on their faces, and drooping old age.
There are also young girls with willow eyebrows, danfeng eyes, dangling noses, red lips and teeth, pink ears with transparent lines, cloud hair pulled high, wearing yellow clothes and Luo skirts, and they are also moving forward.
These cultivators have different expressions and different levels of cultivation. The strongest is half-step practice, while the weakest is only qi cultivation, but they are all climbing, seeking opportunities in the dark.
Every step forward, there is a monk who falls into a trance and falls into the test of illusion.
After a while, some monks woke up and moved on;
But some monks fell into an illusion and gradually lost themselves.
The steps are improving, and the speed of their progress is also slow, step by step, bumpy, and step by step.
"what!"
At this moment, a scream came, and along with the scream, a cultivator was vigorously pushed and rolled down the steps.
The cultivator had a handsome face and a strong cultivation base. He was a god-turning cultivator.
Vigorously suppressing it, this **** transformation was extremely embarrassed, like a donkey rolling, and it kept falling straight down and down the steps.
His Taoist robe was full of dust, and his head was also full of dust, and his body was quite embarrassed. But compared to the injuries on the body, the despair of the failure to climb to the top and being suppressed is even more heartbreaking and despairing.
"I can not be reconciled!"
"Just a little bit!"
This avatar knelt under the steps, stomping his feet and beating his chest, constantly slapping the ground, his eyes were red, and his face was red.
Like an angry bull.
Pfft!
At this moment, it was accompanied by another sound, and a strong force pressed down on the steps, or the sea was swept away, as if the tide was beating. The cultivator also used a very embarrassing way to be squeezed under the steps, just rolling in front of that cultivator.
"I failed! I'm not reconciled!"
The Nascent Soul cultivator exclaimed unwillingly.
Originally crying and unwilling, the god-turning cultivator also rolled down when he saw a fellow Taoist, and also became a loser.
Originally the lonely loser, he was the only one, but now there is another unfortunate ghost, but the spiritual cultivator stopped his grief and said with a smile, "Sorry, fellow Taoist!"
Happiness is never eating better than others, but seeing others live more sadly than yourself.
This **** transformation failed to climb the steps, and his heart was inexplicably sad, but when he saw a fellow Taoist who also became his difficult brother, his heart was much relieved, and his grief suddenly turned into five-point grief, and his mood was inexplicably much better.
At ordinary times, he didn't bother to talk to a Nascent Soul cultivator at all, but now he is in a much better mood, but he comforted him: "Fellow Daoist, victory or defeat is a common thing in military affairs, and failure is the mother of success. No matter what, it will be a success next time!"
Just after speaking, he subconsciously smiled.
The next time he succeeds in nonsense, let's not say he doesn't believe it, even the ghost doesn't believe it.
The Ascension Gate's path to the Immortal is notoriously difficult. If you fail this time, you will fail the next time.
The Yuan Ying cultivator wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry for no reason. Instead, he said, "Daoist friend is right, but Daoist friend rolled down that step?"
The cultivator said, "I rolled down five hundred and thirty-two steps!"
The Yuan Ying cultivator said, "I'm not as good as fellow Daoist. I'm just failing fifty-three steps, and I'm being pushed down!"
The spiritual cultivator comforted and said, "Fellow Daoist, let's put your mind on it a little bit. The road to immortality is always bumpy. This time there are more than 400 steps, and I will definitely surpass me next time."
"Beyond fellow Daoist, hope!"
The Yuan Ying cultivator sighed slightly: "In legend, when you reach a thousand steps, you can become a disciple outside the Ascension Sect. I just don't know how many people will be able to climb the steps this time!"
The cultivator of God Transformation shook his head and said: "Ascension Gate, once the number one immortal gate in the Zifu world, has many cultivators who have risen to immortality. The assessment of disciples is based on whether they are lacking or not. Insufficient, forcibly lower the standard!"
"In the Ascension Sect, it is divided into three levels: outer sect disciple, inner sect disciple, and holy son. Only by breaking ten levels in a row and climbing a thousand steps can you become an outer sect disciple. The number of disciples does not exceed ten thousand, the number is too small!"
"Becoming a disciple outside the Ascension Sect, there is a five-level probability of proving the Tao and refining the virtual!"
"If you become an inner sect disciple, you have a five-level probability of becoming a Daoist, and a three-level probability of becoming a calamity-transcending powerhouse!"
"As for the Holy Son of Ascension Sect, it is too difficult to break through eighteen levels in a row. In the long history of Ascension Sect, there are only less than 20 Holy Sons. In many moments, it is better to be vacant than to let A certain trash becomes a holy child. Ascension Gate can't afford to lose that person."
The Yuan Ying cultivator asked curiously, "Is there an extremely talented person in Zhongzhou who can become a holy child?"
The Spirit Transformation cultivator sighed: "Not to mention becoming a saint, not even one inner disciple, only eight became outer disciples. But of the eight cultivators who passed the test, four became virtual powerhouses, two One became a half-step emptiness, and two of them fell!"
"It is very difficult to become a saint child of the Ascension Sect. At least three levels of probability of becoming an immortal are required to have hope!"
"Let's not talk about becoming immortals, there are three levels of chances among the Spirit Transformation cultivators to become illusory practitioners, and how many are there!"
The Yuanying monk said: "It is said that this time will be the last time it will be opened. Soon, the ruins will be opened violently! Unfortunately, many inheritances will be destroyed!"
Boom boom boom!
At this moment, there was another strong surge, and on the steps, another monk was pushed down and rolled down.
The cultivator screamed in agony, inexplicable grief.
But these two cultivators looked at another unlucky ghost, but they couldn't help but be happy.
When you share your pain with others, your pain will be reduced a lot, and you will be happier.
Pfft!
Pfft!
Like dumplings, one monk after another was rolled down one after another.
The potential of monks is limited, and when they reach a certain point, they can no longer move forward.
If you come forcibly, you will be pushed out.
Many people are not convinced, but they are beaten in the face again and again, which is extremely miserable.
These unlucky ghosts looked at each other, and their originally lost mood suddenly improved a lot.
Happiness in life is nothing more than this.
At this moment, the spirit transformation suddenly saw a white-robed cultivator appear. His body was tall and his aura exuded a masculine aura. The sun was so pure that it was like a burning stove. With a handsome face and elegant appearance, he looks like a white-faced scholar. His footsteps flickered and he climbed the steps.
Swipe!
The speed is very fast, there is almost no pause, just a dozen breaths, that is, one hundred steps.
In the process of moving forward, there is no breath at all.
The God Transformation stared at it, stunned: "He moves fast, but it is unstable, and it must not last long. In the later stage, the speed must be much slower. At most, when it reaches the two hundred steps, the speed will become slower!"
This goddess comforted himself in his heart.
But very quickly, two hundred steps, three hundred steps, failure steps, directly to a thousand steps.
Buzz!
At the moment of one thousand steps, the speed is still unabated.
"That is the projection of the head of the Ascension Sect. It has great power. He once defeated the Taoist Bodhisattva. This person has met an opponent..."
The cultivator explained.
Just in the void, there was a bang, and the projection of the head of the Ascension Sect was blown up on the spot under the punch of the white-clothed cultivator.
The Spirit Transformation cultivator was speechless, the lines he wanted to explain were all stuck in half, and he couldn't go on.
Once again, a level was reached, and another projection appeared.
"this…"
The deity cultivator explained again, this time only two words.
The projection was blown up again.
This time, it was just two punches.
Simple and rude, without the slightest skill at all, relying on domineering power and invincible means to suppress everything and destroy everything.
"His physique is too tyrannical, his mana is too strong, his speed is too strong, his strength is too fast... The projection can't resist his blow at all!" The God Transformation cultivator analyzed, looking at the scene of the battle ahead, and commented.
At the fifteenth level, the monk in white met his opponent, and the two sides fought fiercely.
However, the white-clothed cultivator still had the upper hand, and after a fierce battle, he killed the projection.
This time the battle was relatively long, and the cultivator of the gods had enough time to comment.
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On the mountain road, many monks are advancing.
Some cultivators are tall, powerful, majestic and heroic, exuding a domineering aura; some cultivators wear simple and plain clothes and move forward in the corners, seeming to be low-key and unable to keep a low profile; some cultivators are only a dozen or so. Years old, still young, still a little immature.
There are also monks with gray beards and frowns on their faces, urging old people.
There are also girls with willow eyebrows, danfeng eyes, dangling noses, red lips and teeth, pink ears with transparent lines, cloud hair pulled high, wearing yellow clothes and Luo skirts, also moving forward.
These cultivators have different expressions, and their auras vary. The strongest are half-step practice, and the weakest are just practicing Qi, but they are climbing one after another, seeking opportunities in the dark.
It's just that every step forward, there are monks who fall into a trance and fall into the test of illusion.
After a while, some monks woke up and moved on; some monks fell into an illusion and gradually lost themselves.
It's just that the steps are improving, and the speed of their progress is also slow, step by step, bumpy, not difficult.
"what!"
At this moment, a scream came, and along with the scream, a monk was pushed down by a strong force and rolled down the steps.
The cultivator had a handsome face and a strong cultivation base. He was a god-turning cultivator.
With the vigorous suppression, this deity turned into an extremely embarrassed form, like a donkey rolling, and it kept falling straight down and down the steps.
His Taoist robe was full of dust, his head was also full of dust, and his body was quite embarrassed. Under the continuous rolling, his nose was blue and his face was swollen. Compared with the injuries on his body, the desperation of failing to climb to the top and being suppressed down was even more painful. Heartache and despair.
"I can not be reconciled!"
"Just a little bit!"
This avatar knelt under the steps, stomping his feet and beating his chest, constantly slapping the ground, his eyes were red, and his face was red.
Like an angry bull.
Pfft!
At this moment, it was accompanied by another sound, and a strong force pressed down on the steps, or the sea was swept away, as if the tide was beating. The cultivator also used a very embarrassing way to be squeezed under the steps, just rolling in front of that cultivator.
"I failed! I'm not reconciled!"
The Nascent Soul cultivator exclaimed unwillingly.
Originally crying and unwilling, the god-turning cultivator also rolled down when he saw a fellow Taoist, and also became a loser.
Originally the lonely loser, he was the only one, but now there is another unfortunate ghost, but the spiritual cultivator stopped his grief and said with a smile, "Sorry, fellow Taoist!"
Happiness is never eating better than others, but seeing others live more sadly than yourself.
This **** transformation failed to climb the steps, and his heart was inexplicably sad, but when he saw a fellow Taoist who also became his difficult brother, his heart was much relieved, and his grief suddenly turned into five-point grief, and his mood was inexplicably much better.
At ordinary times, he didn't bother to talk to a Nascent Soul cultivator at all, but now he is in a much better mood, but he comforted him: "Fellow Daoist, victory or defeat is a common thing in military affairs, and failure is the mother of success. No matter what, it will be a success next time!"
Just after speaking, he subconsciously smiled.
The next time he succeeds in nonsense, let's not say he doesn't believe it, even the ghost doesn't believe it.
The Ascension Gate's path to immortality is notoriously difficult. If UU Reading failed this time, it will inevitably fail next time.
The Yuan Ying cultivator wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry for no reason. Instead, he said, "Daoist friend is right, but Daoist friend rolled down that step?"
The cultivator said, "I rolled down five hundred and thirty-two steps!"
The Yuan Ying cultivator said, "I'm not as good as fellow Daoist. I'm just failing fifty-three steps, and I'm being pushed down!"
The spiritual cultivator comforted and said, "Fellow Daoist, let's put your mind on it a little bit. The road to immortality is always bumpy. This time there are more than 400 steps, and I will definitely surpass me next time."
"Beyond fellow Daoist, hope!"
The Yuan Ying cultivator sighed slightly: "In legend, when you reach a thousand steps, you can become a disciple outside the Ascension Sect. I just don't know how many people will be able to climb the steps this time!"
The cultivator of God Transformation shook his head and said: "Ascension Gate, once the number one immortal gate in the Zifu world, has many cultivators who have risen to immortality. The assessment of disciples is based on whether they are lacking or not. Insufficient, forcibly lower the standard!"
On the mountain road, many monks climbed on the steps.
Some cultivators are tall, powerful, majestic and heroic, exuding a domineering atmosphere; some cultivators are dressed in simple and plain clothes, and they seem to be low-key and can no longer keep a low profile; some cultivators are only teens, The boy's appearance is quite immature.
There are also monks, with gray beards, frowns on their faces, and drooping old age.
There are also young girls with willow eyebrows, danfeng eyes, dangling noses, red lips and teeth, pink ears with transparent lines, cloud hair pulled high, wearing yellow clothes and Luo skirts, and they are also moving forward.
These cultivators have different expressions and different levels of cultivation. The strongest is half-step practice, while the weakest is only qi cultivation, but they are all climbing, seeking opportunities in the dark.
Every step forward, there is a monk who falls into a trance and falls into the test of illusion.
After a while, some monks woke up and moved on;
But some monks fell into an illusion and gradually lost themselves.
The steps are improving, and the speed of their progress is also slow, step by step, bumpy, and step by step.
"what!"
At this moment, a scream came, and along with the scream, a cultivator was vigorously pushed and rolled down the steps.
The cultivator had a handsome face and a strong cultivation base. He was a god-turning cultivator.
Vigorously suppressing it, this **** transformation was extremely embarrassed, like a donkey rolling, and it kept falling straight down and down the steps.
His Taoist robe was full of dust, and his head was also full of dust, and his body was quite embarrassed. But compared to the injuries on the body, the despair of the failure to climb to the top and being suppressed is even more heartbreaking and despairing.
"I can not be reconciled!"
"Just a little bit!"
This avatar knelt under the steps, stomping his feet and beating his chest, constantly slapping the ground, his eyes were red, and his face was red.
Like an angry bull.
Pfft!
At this moment, it was accompanied by another sound, and a strong force pressed down on the steps, or the sea was swept away, as if the tide was beating. The cultivator also used a very embarrassing way to be squeezed under the steps, just rolling in front of that cultivator.
"I failed! I'm not reconciled!"
The Nascent Soul cultivator exclaimed unwillingly.
Originally crying and unwilling, the god-turning cultivator also rolled down when he saw a fellow Taoist, and also became a loser.
Originally the lonely loser, he was the only one, but now there is another unfortunate ghost, but the spiritual cultivator stopped his grief and said with a smile, "Sorry, fellow Taoist!"
Happiness is never eating better than others, but seeing others live more sadly than yourself.
This **** transformation failed to climb the steps, and his heart was inexplicably sad, but when he saw a fellow Taoist who also became his difficult brother, his heart was much relieved, and his grief suddenly turned into five-point grief, and his mood was inexplicably much better.
At ordinary times, he didn't bother to talk to a Nascent Soul cultivator at all, but now he is in a much better mood, but he comforted him: "Fellow Daoist, victory or defeat is a common thing in military affairs, and failure is the mother of success. No matter what, it will be a success next time!"
Just after speaking, he subconsciously smiled.
The next time he succeeds in nonsense, let's not say he doesn't believe it, even the ghost doesn't believe it.
The Ascension Gate's path to the Immortal is notoriously difficult. If you fail this time, you will fail the next time.
The Yuan Ying cultivator wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry for no reason. Instead, he said, "Daoist friend is right, but Daoist friend rolled down that step?"
The cultivator said, "I rolled down five hundred and thirty-two steps!"
The Yuan Ying cultivator said, "I'm not as good as fellow Daoist. I'm just failing fifty-three steps, and I'm being pushed down!"
The spiritual cultivator comforted and said, "Fellow Daoist, let's put your mind on it a little bit. The road to immortality is always bumpy. This time there are more than 400 steps, and I will definitely surpass me next time."
"Beyond fellow Daoist, hope!"
The Yuan Ying cultivator sighed slightly: "In legend, when you reach a thousand steps, you can become a disciple outside the Ascension Sect. I just don't know how many people will be able to climb the steps this time!"
The cultivator of God Transformation shook his head and said: "Ascension Gate, once the number one immortal gate in the Zifu world, has many cultivators who have risen to immortality. The assessment of disciples is based on whether they are lacking or not. Insufficient, forcibly lower the standard!"
"In the Ascension Sect, it is divided into three levels: outer sect disciple, inner sect disciple, and holy son. Only by breaking ten levels in a row and climbing a thousand steps can you become an outer sect disciple. The number of disciples does not exceed ten thousand, the number is too small!"
"Becoming a disciple outside the Ascension Sect, there is a five-level probability of proving the Tao and refining the virtual!"
"If you become an inner sect disciple, you have a five-level probability of becoming a Daoist, and a three-level probability of becoming a calamity-transcending powerhouse!"
"As for the Holy Son of Ascension Sect, it is too difficult to break through eighteen levels in a row. In the long history of Ascension Sect, there are only less than 20 Holy Sons. In many moments, it is better to be vacant than to let A certain trash becomes a holy child. Ascension Gate can't afford to lose that person."
The Yuan Ying cultivator asked curiously, "Is there an extremely talented person in Zhongzhou who can become a holy child?"
The Spirit Transformation cultivator sighed: "Not to mention becoming a saint, not even one inner disciple, only eight became outer disciples. But of the eight cultivators who passed the test, four became virtual powerhouses, two One became a half-step emptiness, and two of them fell!"
"It is very difficult to become a saint child of the Ascension Sect. At least three levels of probability of becoming an immortal are required to have hope!"
"Let's not talk about becoming immortals, there are three levels of chances among the Spirit Transformation cultivators to become illusory practitioners, and how many are there!"
The Yuanying monk said: "It is said that this time will be the last time it will be opened. Soon, the ruins will be opened violently! Unfortunately, many inheritances will be destroyed!"
Boom boom boom!
At this moment, there was another strong surge, and on the steps, another monk was pushed down and rolled down.
The cultivator screamed in agony, inexplicable grief.
But these two cultivators looked at another unlucky ghost, but they couldn't help but be happy.
When you share your pain with others, your pain will be reduced a lot, and you will be happier.
Pfft!
Pfft!
Like dumplings, one monk after another was rolled down one after another.
The potential of monks is limited, and when they reach a certain point, they can no longer move forward.
If you come forcibly, you will be pushed out.
Many people are not convinced, but they are beaten in the face again and again, which is extremely miserable.
These unlucky ghosts looked at each other, and their originally lost mood suddenly improved a lot.
Happiness in life is nothing more than this.
At this moment, the spirit transformation suddenly saw a white-robed cultivator appear. His body was tall and his aura exuded a masculine aura. The sun was so pure that it was like a burning stove. With a handsome face and elegant appearance, he looks like a white-faced scholar. His footsteps flickered and he climbed the steps.
Swipe!
The speed is very fast, there is almost no pause, just a dozen breaths, that is, one hundred steps.
In the process of moving forward, there is no breath at all.
The God Transformation stared at it, stunned: "He moves fast, but it is unstable, and it must not last long. In the later stage, the speed must be much slower. At most, when it reaches the two hundred steps, the speed will become slower!"
This goddess comforted himself in his heart.
But very quickly, two hundred steps, three hundred steps, failure steps, directly to a thousand steps.
Buzz!
At the moment of one thousand steps, the speed is still unabated.
"That is the projection of the head of the Ascension Sect. It has great power. He once defeated the Taoist Bodhisattva. This person has met an opponent..."
The cultivator explained.
Just in the void, there was a bang, and the projection of the head of the Ascension Sect was blown up on the spot under the punch of the white-clothed cultivator.
The Spirit Transformation cultivator was speechless, the lines he wanted to explain were all stuck in half, and he couldn't go on.
Once again, a level was reached, and another projection appeared.
"this…"
The deity cultivator explained again, this time only two words.
The projection was blown up again.
This time, it was just two punches.
Simple and rude, without the slightest skill at all, relying on domineering power and invincible means to suppress everything and destroy everything.
"His physique is too tyrannical, his mana is too strong, his speed is too strong, his strength is too fast... The projection can't resist his blow at all!" The God Transformation cultivator analyzed, looking at the scene of the battle ahead, and commented.
At the fifteenth level, the monk in white met his opponent, and the two sides fought fiercely.
However, the white-clothed cultivator still had the upper hand, and after a fierce battle, he killed the projection.
This time the battle was relatively long, and the cultivator of the gods had enough time to comment.
…
Edit later
…
On the mountain road, many monks are advancing.
Some cultivators are tall, powerful, majestic and heroic, exuding a domineering aura; some cultivators wear simple and plain clothes and move forward in the corners, seeming to be low-key and unable to keep a low profile; some cultivators are only a dozen or so. Years old, still young, still a little immature.
There are also monks with gray beards and frowns on their faces, urging old people.
There are also girls with willow eyebrows, danfeng eyes, dangling noses, red lips and teeth, pink ears with transparent lines, cloud hair pulled high, wearing yellow clothes and Luo skirts, also moving forward.
These cultivators have different expressions, and their auras vary. The strongest are half-step practice, and the weakest are just practicing Qi, but they are climbing one after another, seeking opportunities in the dark.
It's just that every step forward, there are monks who fall into a trance and fall into the test of illusion.
After a while, some monks woke up and moved on; some monks fell into an illusion and gradually lost themselves.
It's just that the steps are improving, and the speed of their progress is also slow, step by step, bumpy, not difficult.
"what!"
At this moment, a scream came, and along with the scream, a monk was pushed down by a strong force and rolled down the steps.
The cultivator had a handsome face and a strong cultivation base. He was a god-turning cultivator.
With the vigorous suppression, this deity turned into an extremely embarrassed form, like a donkey rolling, and it kept falling straight down and down the steps.
His Taoist robe was full of dust, his head was also full of dust, and his body was quite embarrassed. Under the continuous rolling, his nose was blue and his face was swollen. Compared with the injuries on his body, the desperation of failing to climb to the top and being suppressed down was even more painful. Heartache and despair.
"I can not be reconciled!"
"Just a little bit!"
This avatar knelt under the steps, stomping his feet and beating his chest, constantly slapping the ground, his eyes were red, and his face was red.
Like an angry bull.
Pfft!
At this moment, it was accompanied by another sound, and a strong force pressed down on the steps, or the sea was swept away, as if the tide was beating. The cultivator also used a very embarrassing way to be squeezed under the steps, just rolling in front of that cultivator.
"I failed! I'm not reconciled!"
The Nascent Soul cultivator exclaimed unwillingly.
Originally crying and unwilling, the god-turning cultivator also rolled down when he saw a fellow Taoist, and also became a loser.
Originally the lonely loser, he was the only one, but now there is another unfortunate ghost, but the spiritual cultivator stopped his grief and said with a smile, "Sorry, fellow Taoist!"
Happiness is never eating better than others, but seeing others live more sadly than yourself.
This **** transformation failed to climb the steps, and his heart was inexplicably sad, but when he saw a fellow Taoist who also became his difficult brother, his heart was much relieved, and his grief suddenly turned into five-point grief, and his mood was inexplicably much better.
At ordinary times, he didn't bother to talk to a Nascent Soul cultivator at all, but now he is in a much better mood, but he comforted him: "Fellow Daoist, victory or defeat is a common thing in military affairs, and failure is the mother of success. No matter what, it will be a success next time!"
Just after speaking, he subconsciously smiled.
The next time he succeeds in nonsense, let's not say he doesn't believe it, even the ghost doesn't believe it.
The Ascension Gate's path to immortality is notoriously difficult. If UU Reading failed this time, it will inevitably fail next time.
The Yuan Ying cultivator wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry for no reason. Instead, he said, "Daoist friend is right, but Daoist friend rolled down that step?"
The cultivator said, "I rolled down five hundred and thirty-two steps!"
The Yuan Ying cultivator said, "I'm not as good as fellow Daoist. I'm just failing fifty-three steps, and I'm being pushed down!"
The spiritual cultivator comforted and said, "Fellow Daoist, let's put your mind on it a little bit. The road to immortality is always bumpy. This time there are more than 400 steps, and I will definitely surpass me next time."
"Beyond fellow Daoist, hope!"
The Yuan Ying cultivator sighed slightly: "In legend, when you reach a thousand steps, you can become a disciple outside the Ascension Sect. I just don't know how many people will be able to climb the steps this time!"
The cultivator of God Transformation shook his head and said: "Ascension Gate, once the number one immortal gate in the Zifu world, has many cultivators who have risen to immortality. The assessment of disciples is based on whether they are lacking or not. Insufficient, forcibly lower the standard!"
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