The Mightiest Little Peasant

Whoo!

Tang Haoyu stepped on it and avoided the attack.

The Yin ghost is old, but holding a ten thousand ghost pot, can not help wailing, such as mourning examination concubine.

Those ghosts were all he spent a lot of effort, which was cultivated, and it is also his biggest reliance, but now they are all gone, all swallowed by the kid.

Hearing the delicious sound, he really wanted a bite of old blood.

Then, he felt a chill.

That kid's soul is so weird that he can transform himself, and he exudes a sense of awesomeness, completely suppressing his ghost. This kid is clearly his nemesis!

"Old ghost, are there any more?"

Tang Hao shouted playfully.

Yin Gui Lao Er's figure flickered, but he was almost fainted by his anger.

This stupid boy is too bad for him!

"Stinky boy, your grandfather!" he scolded indignantly, but then, he retreated out sullenly.

There were some ghosts in the pot, but he was determined not to call it up again.

If he was eaten by this kid again, he would cry.

All the old monsters stopped, looking somber and dignified.

Without those ghosts, the old ghost ghost would be considered half-waste.

So many of them besieged this kid. In a short while, one died and one was abandoned. The strength and means of this kid completely exceeded their expectations.

"Stinky boy, there is a kind of hiding, fight me!"

An old man from the Eighth Continent shouted loudly, but he was extremely embarrassed. The kid didn't know what he learned, and he was so slippery that he couldn't catch it at all.

Tang Hao's eyes swept coldly, "You are called Jiling Taoist, are you!"

"Yes! At the next number Gilling, you dare to fight me!"

The old man shouted.

"Okay!"

The old man was startled, and then he was overjoyed, "Boy, what's your name, sign up!"

"My surname is Tang, Minghao!"

Tang Hao said lightly.

"Tang Hao? I wrote it down!"

The old man's figure was shocked and his momentum exploded.In front of him, a golden sword buzzed and trembling, bursting into a violent sword spirit.

This is a sword repair!

"I still have a name, surnamed Qin, and no name!" Tang Hao smiled slightly, calmly.

"Qin Wuming?"

The Jiling Taoist suddenly felt startled, but thought the name was familiar.

"Some people call me King Qin! I don't know if you have heard of it!"

Tang Haoqing stretched out his hand, Jinmang flashed, and the Eight Wasted Halberds flew out. With a heavy grip, he heard the sound of Jingtian Jiao Yin, and the soul of the Jiao Demon rose into the sky, coiling behind him.

He stood up with his halberd, his eyes bloomed, his hair fluttered, and there were dragons circling behind him. The prosperity of the divine power was like an ancient war god.

The Jiling Taoist was startled again, and when his eyes touched the divine halberd, his eyes widened, revealing extreme shock and horror.

"You... you are the ninth king? That peerless demon? You are not dead?"

The Jiling Taoist shouted in horror.

The rest of the Eighth Continent were also shocked. The name of King Qin, they had heard of it naturally, but did not they say that he was dead, how is it still okay now?

"Exactly!"

Tang Hao drank coldly, rushed out, clutching the halberd with both hands, and chopped hard.

clang!

There was a loud noise.

The Golden Sword was shocked, and was immediately shocked, and the Jiling Taoist, who was covered in a huge shock, was pushed back by the energy and flew back, and then with a puff, he bleed out blood.

When he closed his body, there was a look of panic.

This kid is terrible!

Cultivation was only in the middle stage, but Dao Yuan's vigorousness and physical strength were incredible, coupled with the supreme treasure, even he was not an opponent.

He immediately shuddered and dared not to fight anymore, and when he thought about it, he wanted to call back his flying sword.

But at this time, Tang Hao probed his hand, picked up the star and flew out, grabbed the sword, grabbed it, and quickly erased the mark, according to his own.

"What are you doing... my sword!"

The Jiling Taoist exclaimed first, then screamed.

"What is your sword, this is obviously my sword!"

Tang Hao rolled his eyes at him, "I don't believe you see!"

With that said, he also made the sword fly around.

The Jiling Taoist shivered, and finally couldn't help it, a spit of old blood spewed out.

"Mother! It's too shameless!"

A group of old monsters are stunned.

They haven't seen baby robbing, but they have to show off in front of the robbers when they have robbed the baby. They haven't seen them.

"Dear friends, we have to work together and cooperate sincerely, otherwise we can't kill him."

"Yes! We have to work together."

The old monsters all echoed.

After shouting a few times, they became angry in a crowd.

Anyway, they are also seniors who have lived for thousands of years. A group of people can't help but a young man in his tens of years, which is really shameful!

They reinvigorated and prepared to cooperate closely to kill the kid in one fell swoop.

But at this moment, Tang Hao took the lead to move, he swooped out and rushed to the group of old monsters.Among his pupils, a little star burst suddenly lit up, all six, arranged in the shape of a Nandou.

"This kid is crazy! Dare to rush over!"

"Good opportunity! Hurry, kill him!"

A group of people shouted in excitement, and started one after another.

At this time, Tang Hao suddenly murmured, "See!"

At the next moment, his right hand lifted up, raised the golden sword in his hand, and made a false gesture.

There was no energy, no swordmanship, just like, just a free stroke.

A group of old strangers were stunned, and they were all stunned.

They looked at left, right, and then laughed.

"Boy, what are you doing!"

"This kid is crazy!"

They laughed and laughed.

But at the next moment, the laughter came to an abrupt end, a group of old monsters all froze, but they were aware that there was a strange force that penetrated their bodies.

In an instant, they were inexplicably palpitating and sweating, as if something extremely important had been stripped from their bodies.

"Shouyuan, why is my Shouyuan missing by one year!"

"Me too! How could this be?"

A moment later, a horrified cry sounded.

Other people heard it, and they were all a little unbelievable. Did the kid just cut off Shouyuan with a sword?

How can this be!

In this world, how could there be such a terrifying, terrifying sword way!

But when they felt for themselves, their faces changed greatly, and they were almost horrified.

Shouyuan is really one year less!

The Shouyuan thing is constant. At any level of cultivation, there are as many Shouyuan as the practitioner, and he can feel it in his own way.

One year later, they can sense it.

Such a thing as Shouyuan, not to mention a year, even a month is extremely precious, and now it has been cut off for a year, how can it not make them panic!