The Mightiest Little Peasant

"Wow!"

The rain was pouring and the wind was roaring.

The entire mountain range has been flooded, and there are screams and cries for help everywhere.

"Where is that sacred?"

"Gosh! It's terrible!"

In the rain curtain, countless people looked up at the figure in the air, their hearts were shocked, and they shouted.

How amazing is the magical power to call the wind and the rain to control the power of the world!

This is a powerful man!

"I'll ask again, pay, or not?"

Tang Hao drank coldly.

The palm teacher looked around from side to side, and he looked at the sight of the sky, hesitating more and more.

"Teacher, don't pay!"

"Demon, I'll fight you!"

Behind him, several white-haired elders cried out in anger, rushed up, blasted out the Taoist aura, and struck Tang Hao.

All these people should have asked about the early cultivation practices.

"Do not control yourself!"

Tang Hao groaned, but he didn't see any movements. Just when his pupil flashed, there was a gust of wind, the rain changed, and he condensed into a giant palm and shot it.

Puff!

The old men were shocked, like being struck by lightning, spitting blood and flying backwards, smashing it back.

The palm master was stupefied again, desperate.

Just then, on the mountain not far away, a loud noise came, and then several roars sounded.

"Where is the evil spirit, dare to make trouble in my soul Yanzong!"

Accompanied by these roars, swooshing, the figure rises to the sky one after another, all of them are powerful, mostly in the middle stage, and one of them is the late old man.

They glanced around, first frightened, then furious, their eyes red with blood.

"Devil! Die!"

They snarled and rushed towards Tang Hao.

"The ancestors are here!"

At this time, the Quartet cheered, and hope rekindled in everyone's heart.

Although the demon is terrible, the ancestors can at least block it and drive it away.

"These are decent!" Tang Hao murmured, showing a bit of sarcasm on his face.

His figure moved, burst out, a few clangs, white awns flew out, and instantly assembled into a white bone armor.

The war armor was shocked, and there was a monstrous killing spirit.

Carrying the might of the armor, he punched past.

This punch is powerful and unstoppable!After a lot of auras were broken, even the void was trembling, this fist burst into layers, and in the horrifying eyes of the group of old monsters, it killed to the nearest.

Their eyes widened, almost horrified.

"Who is this person?"

"Damn, those frustrated bastards, where has such a powerful enemy!"

They wailed and scolded in their hearts.

Several old monsters were trembling, almost scared.

Nima!This is obviously not an ordinary old monster, but an old demon of the world. This kind of fierce power is really scary!

"Daoyou! Daoyou! Don't be excited, say something! Do we have any misunderstandings?" The old man in the later period was also trembling and was scared to death.

Tang Hao shouldn't say anything, he continued to smash it with one punch.

Bang Bang!

Layers of light curtains broke in response to the sound, and the old man's puffed blood was blasted and flew out, smashing into the mountain like a shell.

Boom!

The mountain tremor was penetrated in an instant, and then continued to fly backward, and penetrated several mountain peaks before stopping.

"hiss!"

The rest of the old monsters saw it, and they gasped, and their faces were twisted.

The cheers of the Quartet came to an abrupt halt, and the doormen froze in place, dumbfounded.

Their ancestors, like mythical figures in their minds, were blasted off in one face?

"Daoyou! Stop it! Have something to say!"

The old man got up and screamed hard.

"Where did my soul Yanzong cause you, you said, I will give you an explanation!" He flew over, his face pale and his hair disheveled, extremely embarrassed.

As soon as he fell, he walked over and grabbed the palm master. The crackle was a beating. While beating, he was cursing: "You waste, how do you teach, eh? You are the right ancestor Lizong?"

"I……"

The palm grievances.

He obviously didn't do anything. It was this guy who came to his door and wanted to snatch their supreme skills. How could it be his fault?

"Seniors are angry!"

A few other old monsters watched their words and watched them, and they also fell down. While shouting with anger, they joined the fat-striking team of beatings. While beating, they were still scolding.

"Oh! How did I educate you before? Why did you forget! I really regret to pass on the position of teaching to you!"

"Really disappointed! I'm not killing you, I will kill you!"

The doormen around were dumbfounded.

what's going on?

Obviously it was the guy who came in and wanted to grab something. Why was it wrong to teach?

"Oh! Master, don't fight! Uncle Master, take it lightly!" The palm teacher hugged his head and shouted, but he wanted to cry without tears.

After a furious punch, a group of old monsters stopped.

"Speak, what did you do to offend this senior?"

The palm educator raised his body, supported us, and said aggrievedly: "Master...Master...I didn't do anything, he...he said he would look at our "Soul Yan Jing"."

A group of old monsters suddenly startled, and their faces became strange.

They realized that they seemed to blame him wrong.

However, all the fights have been made. They are all seniors, can they still admit their mistakes to the juniors!

"Cough!"

They coughed heavily and rebuked: "He said yes, why don't you give it! If you gave it early, wouldn't it be so much trouble?"

"That's it! It's just a practice, what a big deal."

However, they have a clear distinction between them, and it's just a kind of exercise. How important is it that the whole family lives up and down, even if they resist, even if the old demon kills them, they can still get the exercise.

"but……"

That palmist hesitated.

"Hi! What is... you shut up for me and take out the scriptures!"

The old man in the later stage scolded sharply.

"Yes, ancestors!"

The palm teacher did not dare to say anything, and took out the scriptures directly.

"Daoyou! Daoyou! You want this book, hey! Why don't you tell me earlier, misunderstandings, all misunderstandings! Come, you take it quickly and print a copy."

The old man smiled enthusiastically and handed over the scriptures respectfully.

Tang Hao was expressionless, raised his hand for a shot, took the scriptures, scanned it, and lost it.

"well!"

He murmured, waved his hand gently, the wind stopped, the rain rested, and the sky suddenly cleared again.

Then he turned and walked straight away.

Watching him go away, the soul Yanzong all exhaled for a long time, and there was a sense of happiness for the rest of the life.

Many disciples looked at the distance, still looking dazed, unable to recover for a long time.

The wait-and-see methods, the sweeping means, and the almost flattering performances of the ancestors shocked them.

That's the real powerhouse!

They sighed in their hearts, and there was something fascinating on their faces.