The Mightiest Little Peasant

"I heard...Yu Chi Fairy swallowed another bone, and her natural bone of God became stronger!"

"Then Lei Zhentian, since his fiasco in Qingdi Mountain, has been striving to be strong, threatening to be ashamed and defeat the surnamed Shi before the snow in Dabi."

As Dabi approached, Qitianyuan became more and more lively.

Everyone is discussing the situation of the Dabi.

Wei Chixuan and Lei Zhentian, both of whom are sages, each person with such qualifications has the focus every time.

A born god bone, a born god pupil, are undoubtedly powerful.

And that stone is also the focus.

The resources of immortals, there is a fourth form of true keel, who was in Qingdi Mountain, the person who washed the God of War in the blood, tearing the gold-winged Dapeng, the body is so powerful.

His bones and the natural god bones of Fairy Wei Chi were strong and weak, which caused everyone to debate.

After chopping off the seventh Daoguo and fulfilling it, Tang Hao suspended Taoism and rarely rested for a few days, waiting for the arrival of Dabi.

"It's already seven? Not bad!"

He went to the three peaks of the Danqi array and looked at the masters.

Seeing that he had cut the seventh, Masters were very pleased and praised them one after another.

"Good boy, this time, we don’t ask you to take the first place. You only need to get the quota. After entering the inner courtyard, you can also give us a few old guys a long face."

"Entering the inner yard has many benefits. A robber cannot run, and there are many resources, which is not comparable to the outer yard."

Masters urged.

"Yes! Master!"

Tang Hao responded obediently.

To this group of masters, Tang Hao is still grateful. They have always treated him well.

It was night, Tang Hao sat on the top of Mitian Peak, looked up at the moon, filled with a sip of wine from time to time, feeling a little sad.

Counting it, it has been a few years since Qi Yuanxing came out. I don’t know what happened there, and there is the earth. Over the past few years, I am afraid that it will change again.

He just sat like this, facing the night breeze, with a melancholy heart.

It took a long time before he shook his head and threw away these thoughts.

"Right!" Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, took a ring, and took out a scroll.

This is the treasure that was originally obtained on the Qing Emperor's stage.

"Treasure of Gods? What's the use?"

Tang Hao was playing with this scroll and was lost in contemplation.

Most of the scrolls are exercises and supernatural powers. Isn’t the record mentioned above the method of the ancient gods?

"If it is, that's not bad!"

Immortals and gods are completely different, and the method of practice is bound to be very different. Nowadays, there is no way to practice ancient gods. If this is true, then it is very precious.

He unfolded the scroll and looked at it through the moonlight.

These words are crooked, like tadpoles, so that he can see nothing in the clouds.

"It's too pitted!"

After watching for a long time, Tang Hao combined the scrolls and scolded indignantly.

I can’t read a single word. Even if it’s really a practice method, there is no way to learn. There are no ancient gods in this world. Where can he learn this kind of writing?

"However, this may not be a practice method, maybe it is some kind of treasure, or should you give it a try?"

Tang Hao immersed in the soul consciousness.

However, as soon as the soul consciousness entered, there was no response at all, which was like a dead object.

"Or... give it a try?"

Tang Hao thinks that since it is a treasure of the gods, it may be different from ordinary things, it is better to try the legendary blood dripping method.

He cut off his fingers and squeezed out a few drops of blood onto the reel.

"Still not responding. Isn't blood enough? Squeeze more!"

Tang Hao squeezed out more blood, and the blood was dripped onto the reel and was immediately absorbed, but the reel itself did not react at all.

"Not enough? Shit! Fight!"

Tang Hao kept squeezing and squeezing, but there was no response at all.

"Fuck! Too pitted!"

Finally, Tang Hao couldn't help but squeeze, he squeezed a big pot, and then squeezed it out, fearing that he might be hurt.

"It's a waste of my blood!" Tang Hao put away the scroll angrily.

Just as he closed the scroll, the golden text on the scroll shone slightly, exuding an invisible wave.

Tang Hao couldn't feel it, but in the midst of it, someone felt it.

Somewhere in this vast starry sky, a thought that fell asleep for tens of thousands of years woke up.

"This is... the breath of the same race!"

He opened his eyes slowly, his eyes penetrated the boundless starry sky, and finally fell on a star.

"Just there!"

He murmured, seemingly weak.

"I have to go there!"

Soon, in this starry sky, a mouth was opened.

The soul exhausted its final energy, opened the channel to the star, and drilled into it.

Far away on the east side of the holy star, Tang Hao put away the scroll and scolded again, picked up a pot of wine, drank it, and drank it till dawn.

"Hey! Brother Shi, early!"

The sky was bright, and there were people coming out of those caves on the Tiantian Peak and the surrounding mountain peaks. When Tang Hao was seen, many people greeted enthusiastically.

"Early!" Tang Hao replied.

"Brother Shi, let's go together!" Those grass-roots disciples came around.

Today, it is the day when Dabi started.

The big score is two rounds, the first round is a trial, eliminating most people, and the second round is the competition.

"Don't worry! Drink some wine!" Tang Hao sat there, took out a pot of wine, and threw it to them.

"Brother Shi, thanks!"

"This wine is strong and delicious!"

They also sat down and drank wine.

"Brother Shi, do you have any concerns?"

Someone looked at Tang Hao and asked.

"Hi! This person is alive, can there be no trouble! Even if it is a fairy, there are also fairy troubles, not to mention we just cut the road!" Tang Hao said with a smile.

The man was startled, and he nodded: "Also! Brother Shi can see through!"

"Don't say this, drink!"

A group of people drank and enjoyed themselves, and then they got up and went to the trial area.

In front of the trial area, the valley was already full of people and people. In the sky, a stream of glory flew from all parts of Qitianyuan, galloping, some with swords, and some flying birds.

One by one, the style is outstanding and full of momentum.

Behind them, a circle of circles appeared, brilliant and dazzling.At a glance, there are at least five laps, most of which are six laps, and there are still seven or even eight laps.

In this comparison, all disciples in the foreign yard must participate. As early as a month ago, those disciples who traveled outside returned early, and all the disciples who practiced retreat went out one after another.

All the disciples gathered here and gathered together, waiting for the beginning of the trial.