The Mightiest Little Peasant

"Long Yinsheng? Is he here too?"

Tang Hao stunned, also raised his head and looked at the sky.

A scene many years ago came to his mind again.

Since that time, he has never heard of the Dragon Skeleton again. He did not expect to meet here. What surprised him was that Ying Long was actually Kunwu’s guardian beast!

When he looked at the young man again, he already had some faith.

This guy is really the son of Kunwu Lord, the second generation of shining!

"What the hell happened?"

Tang Hao asked.

"This... is hard to say!"

The young man sighed and sighed.

"It was difficult for me to make clear what happened then, it's better... you can see for yourself!"

He sighed again, raised his finger, and pointed at Tang Hao a little.

Suddenly, Tang Hao felt a whirl of the sky.

The voids around them twisted and changed rapidly.

After a while, everything stopped abruptly, Tang Hao glanced around, revealing the shock.

In front of his eyes, there was a vast and magnificent world, with towering peaks and towering towering into the clouds, and the middle one more like a pillar of heaven and earth.

The mountain body is white, with a bright radiance on it.

In the air, there are islands floating, and there is also a divine light on it.

Striped dragons and fairy birds flew in the air.

A glory of glory, galloping across the islands, is a monk wearing extraordinary treasures and extraordinary temperament, many of them are young people, but there is also a Tao ring appearing behind him.

There are also immortal bodies and pupil-like visions, like gods and men, and the momentum is even more amazing.

Looking around, around this world, there is a circle of multicolored ribbons, which are blocks of multicolored crystals, which make this world like a god.

"This is Kunwu?"

Tang Hao was shocked.

He understood that this is Kunwu before the ages.

"Oh--!"

There was a trembling sound.

Amidst the clouds, a giant dragon is sloshing, so huge that it is unimaginable.

Wherever he passed, the wind was rolling, and there was rain.

"so big!"

Tang Hao exclaimed.

"Wow! Another big circle!"

"Look, it's amazing!"

Sifang, the young disciples looked at the sky and exclaimed.

The Yinglong circled the God Mountain in the middle and flew towards him.

"Feather God!"

"He" called out.

Tang Hao only realized at this time that he had become the appearance of that young man.

"Oh, this is his memory!"

The Ying Long nodded at him, flew up again, and disappeared into the cloud.

"Princess!"

"Good boy!"

He flew forward, and the disciples met him, all bowed and shouted with a smile.

At this moment, he is the eldest son of Kunwu, and his father is the master of Kunwu, the exalted Jiujiao Supreme.

"Son, a few days ago, the group of bastards in the Wa Palace had bullied us again. When did you go out and teach them! Let them know that our Kunwu is amazing!"

Several male disciples said indignantly.

He laughed and said, "That group of people, don't care about them! Next time, I will meet them again!"

After he finished speaking, he continued to skim forward, climbed on that god mountain, and fell in a temple.

"father!"

When he came to a door, he called out respectfully.

"It's a delir! Come in!"

A low voice came from the room.

When I opened the door, I saw a man sitting inside. The appearance was very ordinary, and the momentum was very mediocre. I couldn't see it at all. This is a Jiujiu Supreme who has spent nine times.

Seeing him, the man showed a gentle, loving smile.

"Recently... how is your cultivation going?"

"It's not bad, I guess I'll be able to catch the next robbery soon!" he replied.

"Yes! You are in a robbery now, and once again, that is the second robbery, which is not bad! Your qualifications are very good, and one day you will survive the ninth robbery and come to my level."

The man nodded.

Then, he took a mouthful, and seemed to continue to say something, but when it reached his mouth, he stopped again.

His eyebrows frowned, and there was a deep worry on his face.

"Father, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just... There's a bit of anxiety recently, and there are always some bad feelings. Well, go back! Practice!"

The man shook his hand gently.

"Yes!"

He responded and retreated.

Then, it was cultivation, and the days were plain.

On this day, he was sitting in the middle of the cave house, practicing with concentration, but suddenly, he heard the bells outside.

This is their alarm bell for Kunwu, which means that foreign enemies have invaded.

"what happened?"

He murmured and stood up and quickly left the cave.

There was already a chaos outside, and there was a rushing figure everywhere. In the sky, the large array protecting Kunwu had been opened, and layers of colored crystal walls covered the whole Kunwu.

There were five figures standing in mid-air, and there was a shining divine glory on the body, like five suns in the sky.

Those are the five great supreme of Kunwu!

"They... are here!"

"This robbery... we can't hide!"

The Five Supreme Masters murmured in a low voice, their faces dignified.

Boom!

Suddenly, the five-colored crystal wall trembles, and there is something violently tapping outside.

In just a few clicks, the large array was broken, the crystal wall crashed, and a giant palm that was too large to be imagined protruded out of the hole and photographed.

In an instant, as the sky dome collapsed, half of Kunwu was covered by this palm.

"Gosh! What is that?"

"It's Long Bo! The legendary Long Bo!"

There were exclamations, and all the Kunwumen were pale and scared.

"All the doormen obey the orders and meet the enemy with me. Even if we fight to the last person, we will fight to the end!"

The Lord of Kunwu shouted, and Ying Longfei came, holding him up and rushed towards the giant palm.

"Haha! I thought I would have met these guys! Try my arrow!"

Another supreme hero laughed.

He is burly and rugged, with a bronze bow on his back. The style is very simple, even a little rough, and ugly.

There was an arrow basket hanging around his waist, with ten bronze arrows in it.

He picked up one, caught the bow, and pulled the string heavily.

Suddenly, the body of the bow shuddered and burst into shock.

At the tip of the arrow, a terrifying momentum condensed, exuding an endless brilliance, as if even this sky dome could be shot through.

"Big man, remember, my name is Yi Qing, the descendant of Yi God!"

He laughed loudly, filled the bowstring, and then let go.

Whoo!

With a single arrow, the world collapsed!

The whole void is trembling and twisting!

what--!

There was an exclamation.

The arrow blasted away and broke a finger directly, and nine colors of blood splattered out.

The owner of the giant palm was furious, and his momentum rose, and he photographed wildly.

"All disciples, follow me!"

On the Kunwu Shenshan Mountain, Changhong flew up one by one, they were elders, their fighting intentions skyrocketed, and their expressions were crazy.

"kill!"

Then, more brilliance flew up and rushed towards the sky.