The Mightiest Little Peasant

Nanyang, on an island.

A man with half-white hair, a man in his 60s put down the phone, his face dignified.

The plane was sniped, unable to take off, the entire warship was annihilated, and there was no loss in China.

This situation was completely beyond his expectations.

When he wanted to come, even if this group of guys were unlucky, they could kill a lot of people, maybe they would cause heavy losses to the Chinese people.

But the result is this!

"A bunch of waste!" He scolded lowly.

Then, as soon as he gritted his teeth, there was a daze on his face.

"Damn Huaxia, trying to destroy me is not so easy!"

He took a deep breath and walked out.

Outside is a wide square, sitting cross-legged in silhouettes, in black suits and felt hats, with black boxes in front of them.

At a glance, at least four or five hundred people.

So many people are together, but still silent.

Face to face, with a dignified expression, it was extremely killing.

Everyone knows that there will be a fierce battle in the future. Either they die, or the Chinese people die. Even if they can win, they will surely win miserably. Many people here may not see the sun tomorrow.

The figure came out, everyone looked up and looked at it.

Mu La took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Hua Xia people... are coming! Everyone, be prepared for bloody battle!"

On the square, a low buzzing sounded immediately.

Suddenly, someone stood up and shouted excitedly: "Huaxia people are so deceiving, we fight with them!"

"Yes! Fight with them!"

Someone stood up again and shouted.

Then they stood up one by one, shouting in unison, the whole square was boiling.

Mu La nodded in satisfaction, with this blood, with this morale, this battle, they still have a chance.

He turned around and looked to the side.

There were three figures sitting, one in the middle wearing a monk robe, with an old face and a thin figure, and the bare skin, like gold, glowed with metallic luster.

It looks like the ascetic monk in Asan.

The other two were also so old, and one of them was so ugly.

"Three seniors, this battle will come to you!"

Mulla bowed, respectfully.

The old monk raised his eyelids and hummed, saying, "Relax, we will do our best."

The old Yin bird said: "This Chinese, are you brave now? When the old dragons were there, they didn't dare to start the battle of destroying the realm. Now that there is a new dragon, they dare to be so arrogant. "

"Humph! I want to destroy our Nanyang, really wishful thinking!"

Mulla smiled, but his heart was set.

Of these three, two are real life-level strengths, and one is a half-step, equivalent to three dragons.

And for China, there are at most three!

The two of Maoshan's once, plus the new one, the three are all true human strength.If they all come, they are indeed better than them.

However, their home battle has some great advantages.

In the square, the shouting continued, and it became louder and louder, heading straight to the sky.

Soon, they moved, checked the contents of the box, and began to prepare for the battle.

Then the fish came out and rushed to the shore.

Over there, a lot of fortresses were built, machine guns were built, mines were laid, and many mercenaries were stationed.

As long as these arrangements can kill a few Chinese people, it is worth it.

They gathered behind the line of defense and waited.

Under the direction of Mu La, a coffin and large dark cylinders were moved in and placed behind.

After everything was ready, it went quiet quietly, it was a little scary!

Everyone suppressed his breath, his eyes shining brightly, and he looked at the sea ahead.

After ten minutes, there was a movement on the surface of the sea, and then I saw a fishing boat galloping.

"coming!"

There was an exclamation.

"Fire! Fire!"

The order was given, and in those fortresses, tongues of fire burst out, and a round of rockets also roared away.

However, these hot weapons were useless at all, and were approached by the fishing boat, they were blocked by an invisible barrier.

No matter how they bombard, they can't be shaken.

A group of sorcerers were a little stunned.

Such a situation is completely beyond their expectations.

"Gosh! What are they doing!"

Seeing that the fishing boats reached the shore, they still didn't mean to slow down, and everyone was shocked.

In the terrified eyes of everyone, the fishing boat rushed directly to the beach, with a layer of turtle shell, like a tank, rolled over.

The mine was triggered, but it couldn’t cause any damage.

The fishing boats were covered with shields.

At this time, on the fishing boat, a rocket exploded and bombarded indiscriminately, directly destroying their elaborate defense line.

All mercenaries, dead dead, crippled crippled.

Finally, the fishing boat stopped and the roaring explosions disappeared.

When the smoke had cleared up, I saw a figure on the fishing boat, black pressure and pressure, one after another like a rainbow.

Especially the one standing on the middle fishing boat, the most terrifying momentum.

And that face is blurry.

It's the dragon of China!

Everyone in Nanyang was startled.

This dragon, they have been famous for a long time, in the world, can be described as a fierce name!

But when they looked at it again, many of them gave a loud voice, revealing their doubts.

Scanning around, why there are only two real people, one is the dragon, the strongest is the real life-level, and the other is a Taoist. Looking at that momentum, it should be only half a step.

Otherwise, it's gone!

"No way!"

They looked stunned.

I thought that China was a big move, and all the powerful people were invited to come out, so that they would destroy them in the Nanyang practice world. But at the moment, it seems that this is not the case.

Even Mula and the old guys were stunned.

Immediately afterwards, his face became a little weird.

If there is really only this person, is it not to die?

How dare these Chinese people dare to be so arrogant, thinking that with this kind of people, they can destroy the Nanyang practitioners!

"Isn't it out yet!" they thought secretly.

"You are Mu La?"

On the boat, Tang Hao swept his eyes and fell on Namura. "It's you, who ordered me to attack China?"

"How is it! This is my Nanyang, how can you let Chinese people wantonly." Mu La sneered coldly.

Tang Hao sneered and said, "You're not guilty!"

With that, he jumped gently and fell to the ground.

"Humph! It's you who have the courage. You want to destroy my Nanyang and have a dream!" Mulla snorted.

The old monk also said, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up, call out all of you!"

Tang Hao smiled indifferently and said, "It's all here! Your two opponents today are me!"

He said, raised his hand, pointed to the old monk, and then pointed to the side, the old man with a grumpy face.