The Mightiest Little Peasant

This evening, an old man came to the residence of the medicine picker.

"Come out! Come out for me!"

The manager shouted.

As soon as the door opened, a group of medicine-picking boys came out, and Tang Hao was caught in it.

"A hundred medicine-picking boys are all here! Elders, you can pick whatever you want!" The manager nodded and bowed his face in compliment.

The old man carried his hands on his back and nodded indifferently.

Then, glanced around the crowd.

His eyes were cold, with a sense of sensibility.

A group of medicine pickers noticed that something was wrong and gradually became uneasy.

"You, you! And you..."

The old man raised his hand and clicked one by one. "All fifty of you stand up for me."

Among the people he ordered was Tang Hao.

"A Mu, this is miserable, we are going to be fouled! If you fail, you will lose your life!" Lei Shou's face was pale and he was trembling.

He was also ordered.

"This is...?" Tang Hao whispered.

"It must have been a trial, but it wasn't us who participated in it. We were only sparring, and we would die if we were not careful!" Lei Shou shivered terribly.

Others are similar, some are paralyzed, shouting: "I don't want it! I don't want it!"

"Humph! Waste is waste, not even this guts! No wonder you can only be a medicine picker!" The manager was annoyed and scolded fiercely.

Seeing that those people were still, their faces were fierce and they slapped forward.

"A group of humble species, don't stand up for me, believe it or not, I will whip you dozens of whips now!"

The manager shouted while fanning.

Among the ancient barbarians, the medicine-picking boys are the most inferior people. No one looks at them. The clan does not treat these people as people. Every time they try, they will pull a batch of them to be used as cannon fodder for those elites. Sparring.

The luck is better, only the arm is broken and the leg is broken, the luck is bad, directly killed by those elites.

Upon seeing this, a group of medicine-picking boys were even more frightened and got together and shivered.

Tang Hao's eyes lit up, and the trials of his family were generally held in the Holy Land.

"Good opportunity!"

Tang Hao's heart was full of heat. He was worried that he couldn't get in. Now the opportunity came to the door.

"Yes, it's the trial! And you, the cannon fodder!" The old man said coldly, "However, if you can hurt an elite during the trial, you will get a reward, and you won't need to be a medicine picker anymore. ."

The stunned children were a little bit excited at first, but soon, they were a bit decadent.

On their own, how could it be possible to injure an elite, the difference in strength is too great.

"If you dare not go, treat it as a traitor and execute immediately!" said the old man again, with a pleasant tone.

A crowd of medicine-picking children were startled and suddenly silenced.

"Come with me!"

The old man turned around and walked towards the holy place.

The medicinal fish keeps up, all faces are ashamed.

Soon, they were taken to a palace outside the Holy Land.

"Tonight, you will rest here. At noon tomorrow, the trial will begin! These... are all your weapons, pick one yourself!"

"Your opponents have no weapons. Whether you can injure them depends on your ability. If you die, it is also your bad luck and no one can complain."

After that, the old man turned away.

When he walked to the door, he turned around and said sensibly: "Don't want to run away, once you step out of here, don't talk about killing."

After he left, many medicine-picking boys sat down and muttered: "It's over!"

Others are clutching their heads and falling into despair.

Tang Hao is extremely relaxed. He has beaten even the top genius of the ninth continent. How can he be regarded as a group of ancient barbarian geniuses.

But at the thought of his current role, he immediately squatted down, and also showed a look of despair.

"Damn, it's a dead man, I will fight with them!"

Suddenly, he scolded, stood up, and came to the weapon stand.

Other medicine-collecting children were all startled.

"That's it, fight with them!" Lei Shou punched his fist, and his eyes were burning with anger.

"Yes, fight!"

Several others stood up and shouted.

"How to fight! Those are elites, and we are all a group of waste wood, and it is not necessarily possible to fight one out of ten." Some people were pessimistic.

Tang Hao glanced, and saw that there were all weapons on the shelf, and the quality was good.

Picked, he chose a bow, filled with arrows, took a few spears, and carried it behind his back.Then he felt that it was not enough, and went to get a few more, and his back was covered with spears.

He decided to play with the elite geniuses of the ancient barbarians before stealing fire.

His eyes were cold, and there were murderous flashes in his eyes.

This ancient barbarian followed him before, causing him so much misfortune, he almost died. This hatred, he had to report it back.

Lei Shou, they also have a lot of learning, covered with weapons.

One night, the room was full of crying and crying.

At noon the next day, the old man came in and saw Tang Hao and they were shocked.Then, a sneer flashed across his face.

Are these kids really ready to fight?

Ho!It's just a bunch of waste!

"Time is up, the trial is about to start, follow me!"

The old man took a deep voice and turned and strode forward.

"Go!" Tang Hao stood up and shouted.

"Fight with them!"

Lei Shou shouted, very emotional, and did not know whether it was because of fear or excitement.

When we left the hall, we saw a lot of people gathered outside. Nearly half of the clan were here, but the patriarch and many elders were not there.

Near the cave, which is the entrance to the Holy Land, a group of young people stood, male and female, all burly, tall, and wearing animal robes.

"Haha! Look, the cannon fodder came out! I don't know how many will die this time!"

"More than half died last time, this time is almost the same!"

A burst of laughter broke out in the crowd, and they pointed at Tang Hao.

The ancient barbarians admire the strong, like this weak, no one in the family can look at it.

"Haha! There are a few idiots!"

They pointed towards Tang Hao and others and sneered.

It seemed to the group of elites that there was a sneer.

Obviously just a group of cannon fodder, but still want to struggle.

"Haha! A few fools!"

"Yo! This is not Lei Mu, Lei Shou! Two fools, what are you doing with your bow! You don't want to shoot me! Hahaha! If you really hit it, then hell!"

Several young people laughed.

Tang Hao glanced away and recognized these people.

These people are the same generation as Nai Mu. They used to practice together.

"Wait for these first!" Tang Hao leaned over and rushed to Lei Shou.

"Now, come with me!"

The old man shouted and led the team into the cave.