The Mightiest Little Peasant

"Oh! It's terrible!"

The three of them looked away, and some could not bear to watch.

After waiting for a while, when there was no movement, he looked over there.

"Hey! Why didn't the Holy Master move?" one asked suspiciously.

"Oh! It must be tired, I want to take a break!" The other A San touched his chin thoughtfully.

"That's right! After trying it for so long, the master must be tired, but... this posture is a little chic! Why is the face down and the butt up?" the last person said.

During his speech, his eyes kept staring at the sky-high butt, with a strange expression.

At first glance, the other two were stunned and their faces became strange.

This posture is really a shame!

However, since it is a saint, it must make sense for him to take such a posture!Maybe it's a mysterious posture of cultivation, which can quickly restore physical strength.

Yes, it must be like this!

They quickly convinced themselves and secretly remembered it in their hearts.

Fearing to be disturbed, they did not dare to make a noise, so they were in the same place.

Wait, wait...

One minute passed, two minutes passed...After ten minutes, there was still no movement over there, and they finally began to realize that it was wrong.

When they walked over carefully, they were dumbfounded.

Nima!What mysterious posture of cultivation is obviously fainted!The eyes were pale, and the entire face was swollen.

Their faces twitched, and there was an urge to vomit blood.

Thanks to the fact that they just believed so, what is the mysterious posture, but the result is like this.

Then they were shocked.

The holy priests, one of their top masters in Great India, could not help this faction, and they were even fainted. It was really incredible.

For a long time, they recovered and rushed forward.

"Holy Master, wake up!"

After shaking for a while, the old monk woke up quietly, an old face flushed.

If there was a seam in the ground, he would have gotten into it long ago.

"Master, are you okay?"

"Haha! It's okay, I'm so good! How could I be okay!" The old monk laughed and stood up in a miserable manner, reassuring himself as a master.

"Then... won't you try?" One said weakly.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly.

The old monk was frozen in place, very embarrassed.

The old face twitched a few times, and the ground was green and miserable.

I am Nima!Are you blind, you kid?Didn’t you see me so miserable, my face was swollen, my body was almost falling apart, and I’m still trying your size!

He growled in his heart.

However, he couldn't say it, holding him in pain.

"That... I'm a little sick, I won't try it today!" he said with a laugh.

"I have to admit, this breakout is a bit powerful! However, it is so much worse than mine, and it is absolutely safe to find someone else."

After a pause, he said again.

The three men's faces became strange.

They can't see it, this saint is counseling!

"Go around, rest first!" The old monk said haha.

Soon, the four climbed back to the highway and walked back in embarrassment.

In the urban area, at the top of a tall building.

Tang Hao stood there, looking into the distance, with a strange look on his face.

This large array was set by him. Once someone shocked, he could naturally sense it.

"Where the idiot! It's been a long time!" he whispered.

With one's own strength, this is not a fool.

Moreover, this large formation is the second strongest of all the Yanhuang formations, second only to the Lingxi one. He has strengthened several times, how could he be easily broken.

After a long absence, he was too lazy to bother to go straight downstairs and returned to his nearby home.

This night, the news spread back to India and shocked many people.

Before, they were all looking forward to each other, waiting for the news of victory to come back, so that they raised their eyebrows and exhaled, but the result, but waited for such a news.

They were all disappointed.

"It seems that the magic circle is a bit famous, then go to another one, this time, we must succeed!"

They were not too worried, because the news came back that it was enough to go one more.

Soon, another person set off.

"You are waiting for me to triumph!" Before leaving, this Asan burst into confidence.

This night, in the wilderness of the provincial capital, a spectacle appeared.

biubiubiu!

In the night sky, black shadows constantly flew over and slammed down.

what!Ouch!

The cry of pain continued.

The two old faces were swollen and swollen, and both were about to deform, and there were pits on the ground.

"I'm fucking, how can I hit the ground again, it's too evil!"

"Tang bastard, you wait for me!"

They scolded, and their teeth tickled.

At the same time, an old face is also somewhat red.

They are masters anyway, so embarrassed, it is really embarrassing.

"Hey! Didn't you say, one is enough! You are not wrong with me! Harm me so miserably!" The new man pulled before the man, complaining in a low voice.

The old monk's face was flushed, and he was speechless.

The other three people have been standing in the distance, slack throughout.

For them, this scene is really magical!

They are already two saints, and they can't break this circle.

God!What kind of formation is this, how can it be so powerful?

A group of talents walked away in vain until they had no energy.

In the urban area, Tang Hao rolled his eyes. He felt that this matter was getting more and more weird. One yesterday, and today became two, and he persevered. The perseverance made him admire.

"Two idiots!"

He murmured and went back again.

The news came back to India, which caused a wave of uproar.

Why did it fail again?I have gone two!

What kind of big battle is it really so powerful?

They couldn't calm down anymore.

Because they once boasted of Haikou and said that they would kill the guy named Tang within three days. The words have been released. People all over the world know that if they can't do it, will India become an international joke!

Now some people are joking about them on the forum.

Europa, America, Dongying, and even those old Africans in Africa are laughing at them, laughing that Asan is a group of waste.

"Unbearable!"

The three were angry.

"Let me say, pull up the army directly, push the broken formation straight, then pull the bastard out and cut his head!"

"Yes! They evened them straight!"

All the holy mountains are boiling.

The Asan men were angry and motivated.

Soon, a team pulled up, there were snake charmers and ascetic monks, all of them elite.

They gathered from all sides, caught in the passengers, boarded a plane, and flew to China.