Sorry, I’ve Been Invincible for a Billion Years

The sunset glow disappeared.

The Royal Family mansion of Zhao’s is unprecedentedly quiet.

The lobby that can accommodate a thousand people, no one speaks,

Looking at Chu Lingxiao sitting quietly drinking tea, everyone felt numb in their bodies, like The sculptured statue is like a statue, and the expression on his face stays at a certain point in time, making people look desperate.

This…

Is this dreaming?

It is that Zhao Yongchang feels extremely unreal, as if he has not yet woken up. He looks at his hands, speechless for a long time.

Am I already the strongest of the Nine Qi Realm?

Why is it so simple?

No!

It should be said.

For Mister He, let yourself be promoted to two realms and reach the realm that you can only go to in this life?

This goes back and forth.

The lobby of the Zhao Royal Family with nearly a thousand people is deadly silent!

Let Old Patriarch rise to two levels.

At this moment, almost everyone in the heart shook their heads:

“No, it’s not for Old Patriarch to be promoted to two realms, this should be said to be a gift! Give Old Patriarch to two realms! “

Too unimaginable!

How can such a thing exist in this world!

Martial Dao Realm.

Especially the level of Martial Dao Great Grandmaster. Every time you rise to a level, it is as difficult as heavenly ascension.

Leave the innate talent aside.

Only chance and sudden enlightenment can help to improve.

How could it be like this? !

God’s list Paragon, it is impossible to do it!

All the clansman of Zhao’s family can no longer think of words to describe their feelings at this time. They can only tell themselves in the heart over and over again, this is not a dream, this is not a dream.

Otherwise.

They all fainted.

……

“Well, now in Jinling City, among the four Imperial Capital Royal Family, no one is your opponent anymore.”

Chu Lingxiao said faintly, the tone was still so indifferent, as if to give others two realms at will, to him, it was so as it should be by rights, just like a small matter of sesame seeds.

“Mr. many thanks, sir, you are simply banishing the immortals!”

Zhao Yongchang admires prostrate oneself in admiration, he has not moved for more than a hundred years, It’s really unheard of before that with no difficulty.

He is very respectful:

“Sir, you deserve to be able to let Chen Daoji and other Grandmaster Eight-Aura Experts kneel down and kowtow.”

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“It’s really unimaginable!”

bang!

In an instant.

hearing this, all the Zhao clansman in the entire lobby felt a cold back, and their scared heart twitched.

Hear the name.

Everyone was shocked and shocked.

I heard you right? !

Let Grandmaster Chen Daoji kneel and kowtow?

Isn’t that… Some time ago, it was rumored that the entire Royal Family taboo of China, Chu Lingxiao!

He turned out to be Chu Lingxiao!

Maybe because he realized that he said something that shouldn’t be said, Zhao Yongchang whispered in a whisper

“Everyone, listen carefully, Guan Mister Yu’s identity, who dares to reveal Go out, you will be expelled from Zhao’s Royal Family!”

After saying that, Zhao Yongchang seems to be a little bit unfinished:

“And Mr. You…”

… …

“Just ask if you have any questions, don’t hesitate.” Picking up the teacup, Chu Lingxiao seemed to know what Zhao Yongchang was thinking in his heart, and his tone was calm.

“I knew I couldn’t hide it from Mr.”

The old face of Zhao Yongchang blushed:

“Please also Mr. later, I will be back soon.”

End.

People, left the lobby.

It’s been one minute.

Under all the puzzled gazes of the Zhao clansman, Zhao Yongchang returned to the lobby with a scroll in his hand, cautiously handed it to the table beside Chu Lingxiao.

Chu Lingxiao glanced, his eyes suddenly changed.

This scroll is housed in a glass box. Although the scroll looks old, it is still lifelike.

“This ancient painting is my Royal Family from Zhao’s inheritance from a thousand years ago to the present…” Zhao Yongchang hesitated, not knowing whether to say or not, after all, it feels too absurd.

“If you have something in your heart, speak.” Chu Lingxiao said in a calm tone as he picked up the teacup.

“Yes.”

Zhao Yongchang was nodded, and his tone became more respectful:

“After Mr. left, he forgot to ask Mr. one thing.”

“This is this ancient painting. One of the people painted in it is very similar to Mr. Today’s dress.”

This ancient painting.

When it was first passed to him, Zhao Yongchang didn’t think too much, just as a coincidence, and didn’t think about it.

After all, there are too many people wearing similar clothes in this world.

But since Chu Lingxiao appeared again.

Zhao Yongchang suddenly remembered this incident again.

And he never didn’t expect.

One hundred years later, the husband is still alive and still so young!

is it possible that, is there any connection with the person in the painting thousands of years ago?

“Sir, let’s not hide from you, the person in this painting, that thin little boy, is my ancestor of Zhao’s Royal Family.”

This doubt, Zhao Yongchang held in the heart has been puzzled for more than a hundred years. When I meet again with Chu Lingxiao, he naturally wants to know the answer: “Sir, do you know the person in the white robe in this painting?” “

The drawing axis slowly opens.

I don’t know how long the ancient paintings have been in dust, once again appear in the eyes of all the Zhao clansman.

They can’t help but come closer.

Looking at the painting on the wall, Zhao Ningyu was a little puzzled. It was the first time she saw this painting. But why did the person in the white robe painted only one side in the painting?

I can only vaguely feel it, it is a youngster.

A thousand years ago.

A youngster, why could the ancestor, who was sitting as the emperor, specially paint this picture?

Moreover.

This…there are very few inscriptions, one seems to be different from the other handwriting, not by the same person.

Weird.

It’s so strange!

Who dared to write a word in the painting of the ancestor of the emperor?

Zhao Ning was puzzled.

Similarly, all the Zhao clansman in this lobby are puzzled.

Is it possible that, the doubts of this thousand years ago, can this Royal Family taboo give the answer?

“Come here with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.” Chu Lingxiao didn’t answer directly, but some answers were not what he asked.

Although Zhao Yongchang was puzzled, he still ordered someone to bring the calligraphy treasure from the Zhao Royal Family’s collection.

Immediately.

Chu Lingxiao picked up a writing brush, gently wrote a word on this ancient painting-life!

Write one word.

The white clothed robe has already left.

Only leaving the ancient paintings, Zhao Yongchang, with a dull gaze, couldn’t help but begin to tremble when he looked at the word of fate.

“An ancient painting thousands of years ago, this fate character is exactly the same as that written by your husband!” Zhao Yongchang’s face was full of look of shock, but he was speechless.

This ancient painting.

It was painted by the ancestor of the emperor, and the same is true for that line of characters.

And that fate word.

It is most likely left by the young man in the white clothed robe in the painting.

Available now.

How could the handwriting of a thousand years ago…

“Sir, I won’t live for a thousand years!”

Hi!

Zhao Yongchang sucks in a cold breath, and the scared soul does not guard the house.

In the lobby, all the Zhao clansman are very close to Petrochemical.

“A thousand years?”

Standing on the top of Kunlun Snow Mountain, overlooking the entire ancient capital of Jinling, Chu Lingxiao saw it as a drop in the ocean, so insignificant, he sighed:

“My years are more than trifling millennia.”