The Mightiest Little Peasant

"Tongtian Archbishop has just issued a decree calling all the doormen outside to return to their hometown! At their mountain gate, the Tongtian Ancient Formation has already opened."

"The Yao family also issued a clan order and recalled everyone. The formations that could be opened were opened, and several new formations were set up. I heard that there are as many as 33."

Such news spread wildly on the First Continent.

Everyone was discussing heatedly.

The entire First Continent continued to boil.

"This kind of situation hasn't happened in many years. One person in every district scares all the great churches. The family is like a big enemy, and they are waiting for it. This has been the only one for thousands of years!"

Everyone was shocked and emotional.

If it had been before, someone told them that a young man in every district could scare all the family members into this look, and they would not believe it if they killed him.

"Hi! It's no wonder that they respond so strongly, but that's a leader! Which big teacher dare to underestimate! I heard that even the guys on the Shenshan can't sit still."

"Worthy King Qin!"

They sighed, their expressions a little excited.

The victims are all great religions, and the people of the family have little to do with them. For them, the bigger the trouble, the better, so there will be a lot of fun.

In the next few days, the situation intensified, and the First Continent became more lively.

Everyone was guessing where the king of Qin is now, and many people were looking around, but nothing was found.

In the extreme west of the First Continent, there is a large state called Xiji State.

In a remote mountain in the southern part of this state, there is a martial school called Fan Yinzong.

This is a ruined small sect. There are only a few hundred people in the door. Even the mountain gate is broken and has not been repaired for many years.

The whole mountain gate, there are three peaks, small and pitiful.

Its gatekeepers are also very weak in cultivation, and there is no one linking infants, and the highest is a golden pill.

This kind of martial arts is really unremarkable, that is, the most weakest martial arts, if there is nothing, even if it is robbed, it will be dismissed and too lazy to patronize.

"Too poor!"

Someone once patronized it, turned around a few times, and searched inside and out. There was nothing but a few crystals.

On this day, a person came on the mountain road leading to this sect.

A simple white dress with a handsome face, but a young man in his twenties.

He walked all the way to the front of the mountain gate.

There wasn’t even a janitor disciple in front of the mountain gate. Looking again, the mountain gate was shabby and covered with weeds. If you didn’t know it, you would think it was an abandoned mountain gate.

"Sure enough it's broken!"

He chuckled.

When he came, he inquired about it and said that it was a small broken case. It was a little unbelievable. Now, when I see it, it is really a veritable little broken case.

"Van Yinzong!"

On the mountain gate, these three words are faintly visible.

He stared at it for a while, then took a step and climbed the stone steps.

"Eh! Have you heard that the King Qin is not dead! He is back again, but he is awesome! He has blown up a leader!"

"I depend! Really fake!"

When we reached the mountainside, we met a few disciples, gathered together, and were discussing heatedly, talking about the recent hot events.

"King Qin is too powerful! I am indeed an idol!"

A teenager grabbed the broom and looked upright with respect.

"Cut! Come on, wasn't your idol Ji Wu before! Now how can you become King Qin again!" On his side, another teenager sneered and said disdainfully.

"Hi! That's what I thought King Qin was dead! But unexpectedly, instead of dying, he was even worse!" The boy with a broom argued, "Compared with King Qin, Ji Wu is a fart! You said is not it!"

"Yes! Of course it is King Qin who is very powerful. That Jiwu has great luck, in fact it is nothing!"

The rest of the teenagers responded one after another.

"Hey! The master of the rain master is too good, because he is still the head of the title family!"

"That group of leaders will not work!"

They talked up and down, not for a while, but not for a while.

"You little cubs, you know what a fart! Don't be lazy and work hard for me, and a few of you, hurry and practice, otherwise you won't have a good life."

From the temple on the side, an old man rushed out and scolded.

"Yes! Elder!"

The group of teenagers panicked at once, spreading apart, sweeping the floor, practicing cultivation.

Upon seeing this, Tang Hao chuckled.

At that moment, the old man glanced at him and noticed that Tang Hao was suddenly startled and looked again, his face changed suddenly.

The young man's face was a little hazy in front of him, as if he was covered with a layer of fog, and he was not transparent.

He has no momentum at all, like an ordinary mortal, but how can this be a mortal, it must be a master who far exceeds his realm.

It’s a baby monster!

He secretly guessed.

However, he didn't panic at all, and with their little broken mountain gates, what could get into the eyes of a knotty infant.

"senior!"

He first stood well, bowed respectfully, and then said: "I don't know if your predecessor is approaching my sect, what's the matter?"

Tang Hao smiled and said, "Look whatever you want!"

"Oh!"

The elder responded with a laugh, and said, "You just look at that senior, if you really like anything, just take it, it's okay."

After he finished speaking, he smiled bitterly in his heart. Their little ruins were really worthless. The predecessor turned around and it was estimated that they had to be abandoned.

"it is good!"

Tang Hao nodded and stepped forward.

While walking, looking around, a look of interest.

The elder followed him and accompanied him throughout the journey.

"Who is that?"

"The elder called his predecessor, it should be a baby-birth old monster! Hey! It's okay, it hasn't happened in the past, just go around and you should go."

The disciples glanced at each other and whispered.

Soon, the news spread and did not cause much movement. The crowd hurried to look at it and left.

After turning around the three peaks, Tang Hao's face was a little weird. He coughed and said: "You guys...the scenery is good!"

The elder smiled bitterly.

Back in front of the main hall, Tang Hao pondered for a moment, and asked, "Your Brahma Sect, seems to have a long history?"

"That's true! It's been a long time since I heard from my master's generation, I have also been brilliant before, but now... Hi! Don't mention it!" the elder said bitterly.

"You guys... are there any antiquities, things from a long time ago, the older the better!"

"This... yes! The statue of the grandfather is the oldest. It is said that it has a history of ten thousand years. Just look at that one."

After thinking for a while, the elder suddenly raised his hand and pointed to a stone statue beside him.