The Mightiest Little Peasant

time flies.

In a blink of an eye, a year has passed since the shocking battle.

But the name Tang Ritian was not forgotten.

As a legend and a myth, he has been circulating on the ninth continent, has a profound impact, and has become an idol of the younger generation.

Even those young boys and girls who have just started to practice and have been enlightened have heard of this name.

From time to time, someone will talk about him and discuss his whereabouts.

Some people guessed that he went to the first continent, some people guessed that he went to the second continent, no one knew exactly where he went.

There has been no news for more than a year.

Those who were able to contact the Taixu Realm knew that there was a battle between the king and the king some time ago. Presumably, Tang Ritian also participated, but they did not know the result.

Because so far, the Taixu Realm has not been announced.

"I see! He is dead. Although he is evil, there are more evil people on the first continent and the second continent. There is only one way to die."

Broke Sword Mountain, and those of Feng Bobu speculate maliciously.

They were anxious that the boy was dead, a hundred.

Not many people believe this.

But no one knows how.

The Nanping City has already developed into the largest city in the frontier, and it has been expanded several times, and its scale has increased several times, but the most central building has not changed.

That day pavilion has become a holy place in the eyes of those who admire, and every day someone comes to pilgrimage.

The Sun Valley was also preserved and became a holy place.

On this day, a person came to Nanping City, about forty years old, with a white shirt and a somewhat elegant look.

He stood in front of the tall, brand-new city gate, his expression a little dazed.

"This...is Nanping City?"

He murmured and doubted his eyes.

After stunned for a long time, he laughed and walked into the city with the crowd.

The wide streets are crowded and crowded.

At a glance, he saw a lot of young people with the same dress, all of the same clothes, the same instrument, and even the hairstyle.

And that magic weapon was a huge Jinding, so they were very dazzled by them behind their backs.

However, the people around him were so familiar that they were not surprised.

"I depend!"

He looked dumbfounded.

Passing the shop selling magic instruments, this kind of tripod is placed on the shelf at the door, and the side is marked: The same paragraph every day.

"Same money every day?"

He twitched at the corner of his mouth, his expression a little strange.

The clerk met him and looked at him, revealing a bit of disgust, and said: "This is a trend, do you understand! It's easy to sell, at least dozens a day, sometimes hundreds.

"Don't you see these four words? The same paragraph every day, the tripod that Tang Ritian backed."

"Now that you don't have such a tripod, you are embarrassed to say hello to people and say that you adore Tang Ritian! An old uncle like you will not understand."

Middle-aged people look stranger.

He opened his lips, as if to speak, but turned around and left.

Immediately after, passing the clothing store and the same clothes every day, the business was quite good.

He stopped and looked at it more and more laughed.

Eventually, he came to the center of the city.

A lot of people were blocked here, all in front of the gate of Ritian Pavilion, watching happily.

"That's Ritian Pavilion! I finally saw it! You don't know. I spent half a month from the North Region just to take a look here."

"Hi! What the hell are you, it took me a month! Great!"

The crowd is very lively.

They kept squeezing into the Ritian Pavilion, watching, visiting, and coming out again.

Tang Hao also went in to see. In the former Ritian Pavilion, there was only one empty shell left, and the tables, chairs, even doors and windows were removed.

After a turn, he followed the crowd out.

Next to the Ritian Pavilion, there were many people who set up stalls with various objects on it.

If you look closely, what is the same wine bowl and chopsticks every day? The price is not low.

There are also many people buying.

Tang Hao rolled his eyes and finally couldn't help saying: "Is Tang Ritian really so famous?"

As soon as this remark came out, there was a moment of silence.

Everyone turned around and looked at him with a monster-like gaze.

"What... what's wrong?"

Tang Hao froze.

"Hahaha! He doesn't even know Tang Ritian, where is this country man?"

"Uncle, haven't you come out in a few years?"

Then, a burst of laughter broke out.

"Uncle, let me tell you, now no one on Jiuzhou basically doesn't know this one, but he is the myth of our Jiuzhou, I don't know how many cows."

They shouted to Tang Hao.

"myth?"

Tang Hao smiled bitterly again.

Then, some people gathered around and handed him a book with five large letters on the cover, which blinded him.

Tang Ritian's True Story!

When I opened it, it was all shit, and who was born when he was born?It's all bullshit!

Tang Hao couldn't stand it at all, and once he returned the book, he left.

Going out of another city gate is Ritiangu. There are more people, many young people, and many uncles and uncles.

"Good boy, come here, bye bye, with some fortune, maybe you can become a peerless genius like Tang Ritian!"

"Er, you have to fight for arrogance! You have to learn from this genius of Tang Dynasty! Carry forward the family in the future!"

Those uncles and uncles pulled the young people around them and taught them.

Yanzhong is full of people, very lively.

Tang Hao turned around and felt a bit emotional.

In a blink of an eye, a year has passed. He hasn't gone back in a year, and he doesn't know how it is on the earth. Sister Xiangyi, are they alright?

He couldn't wait to go back, but after looking at it, he still held back. There were too many people to open the passage.

He returned to Nanping City, found a restaurant he used to go to, and walked in.

After sitting down and drinking for a while, I heard a lot of people talking about him.

"Really famous!"

He sighed, thinking that one year later, people here should have forgotten almost, but he was even more famous.

After a while, someone suddenly patted the table and shouted: "Shut up for me, what Tang Ritian, what myth, is a joke at all!"

Suddenly, the restaurant was quiet, and everyone turned to look.

After seeing it clearly, they looked a little dazed.

The one seated four people, all in black, carrying ancient swords, and a broken sword on his robe, which is the sign of the super power from Zhongyu, Broken Sword Mountain.

The speaker is about thirty years old, with a burly figure and deep momentum. He is actually a master of infancy.

"That Tang Ritian, count as a fart! If he had borrowed the power of foreign objects, could he defeat me, Sword Sword Master? One-on-one, I could kill him!"

The person patted the table and Zhang snarled.