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Chapter four hundred and seventy first those dusty past(2/2)

No one said anything more.

Almost everyone shut their mouths.

There is silence.

Bai Weng looked at Shengjing silently. If he really wanted to fight, the possibility of winning was actually very small.

If he was so confident before, it was because his realm was invincible when climbing the tower. Neither Zhou Qing nor Xu Li could beat him, but the one in front of him.

Bai Weng took a deep breath and suddenly said calmly: "Please."

This word "please" shocked many people. Before Shengjing came out of seclusion, everyone could see the violent sword intent clearly. It was definitely not an existence that was easy to provoke. Although Bai Weng's swordsmanship is also extremely wonderful, he is so brilliant that he can surpass Shengjing?

This is the old man who wants to call Qingqiu as his uncle.

Sheng Jing turned his head and looked at Mr. Bai, without rushing to speak.

He left the pass very early today. From the beginning, Bai Weng climbed the mountain, he woke up. Until they started telling that story later, he listened to him. He knew what Sheng Liang had done and who Wu Shanhe was. Although he was extremely disappointed with his son, he still admired his grandson.

What's more, even Xu Ji thought so.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have handed over the Shanhe Sword to him.
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