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Bai Qi kept repeating the impossible, and his spirit even collapsed a little. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Bai Qi!"

Wang Hao pointed at Bai Qi's forehead and injected a stream of clear water into his body to help him regain his senses.

Bai Qi calmed down, and Wang Hao asked, "What's wrong with you?"

His face was full of sweat, and his voice was low, "The portrait you painted is exactly the same as the portrait of the Hundred Battles Hall hanging in the Bai Family Hall!"

The three rocks who were listening on the side all had incredible expressions on their faces.

The fat rat stammered a little and asked, "Even if the Hundred Battle Hall is two martial arts created when he was a hundred years old, then according to what you said, then he has lived until now, at least two thousand eight hundred years old, even a saint can't live for so long, is it the Supreme?"

Wang Hao shook his head, "His strength, at the peak of the Divine Martial Arts, has not stepped into the Saint Martial or Supreme Realm. ”

"The white jade hand and the three palms of the demon are both earth-level martial arts, when the Hundred Battle Hall was created, he was already in the realm of spiritual martial arts, almost five hundred years old, to be precise, if he lived until now, he would have been three thousand two hundred years old, so I didn't believe it just now