Han Zheng's gaze swept over the crowd on both sides of the strait, and then he suddenly turned around and walked in the direction he came. In the distance, Zhen Yaning, who was holding an umbrella and wearing a red dress, stood quietly on the river, looking at Han Zheng with a hint of adoration on her face. In less than half a day, the Seven Young Venerables were all killed by this eighteen-year-old boy on the bank of the Xijiang River! This kind of achievement is not to say that there is no one to come, it is a unique thing in this thousand years, it can be said that Han Zheng He has created a wonder...

"Back to the Seventeenth Year Old to Cultivate Immortals" Chapter 463 The old man who was tired of running for his life is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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