The Mightiest Little Peasant

"This little trick wants to hide me? You are too small to look at Tang!"

Tang Hao snorted with disdain.

"He knew it already!"

A group of Korean elders were a little shocked. They thought this kid didn't notice it at all. He didn't expect him to know it already. Moreover, Mi Xiansan had no effect on him.

"It's a demon who is famous in the world, really has some skills!"

They secretly said.

But then, they sneered again, even if the kid had known for a long time, then how, since the moment the kid stepped into his ancient Korean city, he was already the meat on the cutting board, let him be slaughtered by the Korean .

"Since you all know it, how dare you be so arrogant?" The elder Han Mu sneered. "If it's outside, we might not be able to help you, but here is the ancient Han city. Once you come in, you don't want to step out! "

"Boy, I Koreans would like to thank you, thank you for sending them to your door. I have a lot of treasures in your body, and my Koreans will laugh!"

A group of elders sneered.

Now that they are all exposed and their faces are torn, they don't have to disguise anymore, all their faces become stunned, and their chances are revealed.

Seeing this scene, there was a commotion outside the hall.

Apart from Han Shifeng, all the disciples were a little surprised.

But soon, like Han Shifeng, they became a little excited.

The treasures on this Tang Hao can be said to be more than a clan collection. As long as these treasures are taken over, their Han nationality's strength can skyrocket several times and rise to become the top clan.

As their core disciples, they are the hope of the future of the family, and they can naturally be divided into some treasures.

"Haha! Deserve it!"

Many disciples laughed even more, their faces happy.

In Biyuedongtian, the surname Tang humiliated them fiercely, and now his retribution came.

Han Yutong was in a hurry, so he rushed into the hall.

"Eh! Sister Yutong, what you want to do, the patriarch said, if you want us disciples to wait outside, don't go in!"

Han Shifeng flashed and stopped in front of her.

"Go away!"

Han Yutong reprimanded.

"Oh! Don't try it in vain. Today, he is dead!" Han Shifeng teased and laughed.

"Yutong, stop for me!"

At this time, in the temple, an old lady flew out, palmed up, pressed on her shoulder, and fixed her in place.

In the hall, Tang Hao was still sitting. He raised his eyes and swept across the Korean elders in front of him, saying one by one, "I said it, I'm going to set it! "

"Hahaha!"

There was a loud laughter from inside and outside the hall.

Even the Han Lord couldn't help laughing.

This kid is so ridiculous!

Didn't he know that he was already in trouble!How dare you speak big words here!

"Get up!"

He swept around and shouted.

Suddenly, with a few buzzing sounds, the whole palace shook violently. At the four corners of the palace, there were divine lights rising into the sky, and they turned into four figures like Suzaku and Xuanwu, and flew around the main hall.

At the next moment, a golden dense net was interwoven in the hall, completely covering the hall.

At the same time, on the walls of the ancient city, the blood stripes light up, and a layer of bloody light curtain appears over the ancient city.

"Boy, my Koreans are up. Even if you have a night armor, you can't fly with wings. If you are acquaintance, you will give me the treasures of your body and give them a hand, so that we can leave you with a soul."

The elder Han Mu shouted.

Boom!

After a series of roars, all the elders in the hall were shocked, and their momentum exploded.

The bright fairy lights turned into huge beams of light rising into the sky.

"It's up to you?" Tang Hao sneered at them coldly and sneered. "But it's just a bunch of fleas!"

"you……"

"court death!"

The elders of the Han nationality were furious.

They asked themselves about fighting alone, and no one was an opponent of this kid, even their elders were not rivals, but if they shot together, it is not without the possibility of a battle.

Besides, this is an ancient Korean city. As the elders of the Han nationality, they can mobilize part of the power of the ancient city and it is more than enough to fight against this kid.

"Boy, don't be crazy! Don't forget, this is the ancient Korean city!"

They shouted in unison.

At the next moment, at their feet, there was a torrent of blood that came into them.

Suddenly, their momentum was rising and rising.

Above the main hall, Lord Han was sitting there without any action. He was not in a hurry. The large array was already open. This kid was already trapped in this hall and would not endanger other people in the ancient city.

With the strength of a group of elders, and then mobilizing the power of the ancient city, he can definitely fight this kid, and he is not in a hurry.

Even if these elders are really no match, he is not too late to shoot.

"A little boy with a complete robbery, what kind of storms can he stand!"

He swept his eyes between the two sides, chuckled, poured another glass of wine, took a few sips, and looked relaxed and contented.

"Do it!"

The elders of the Han nationality screamed a few times and shot together.

Suddenly, the Taoist God's light rose into the sky, and all the high-level robbers had treasure mirrors, flying swords, and seal seals. They gritted their teeth and urged the treasures to bombard them.

Faced with so many attacks, Tang Hao sat still and did not get up.

When the divine light was about to hit him, he just raised his hand, palm down, and pressed hard.

Upon seeing this, both the elders of the Han ethnic group and the disciples wanted to laugh.

So many elders of the Six Tribes teamed up and mobilized the power of the ancient Han city, which is equivalent to more than thirty powerful players of the Six Tribes who shot together. Even if the kid is strong, it is impossible to stop it so easily.

But, before they laughed, they listened to Dangdang a few times. The flying sword and Yinxi and other robbers fell in response to the sound of bombardment, It burst open silently.

It's as if there is an invisible giant palm, and all of their means are pressed down with one palm.

"How can this be?"

Everyone in the Han ethnic group was dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

Lord Han was also stunned, his hands trembling, the wine glass in his hand fell off, and he crashed to the ground.

The wine splashed all over him.

But he didn't realize it, just stared blankly ahead.

"You... how did you do it?"

The elder Han Mu recovered, and screamed. His face was unbelievable. So many of them shot together. How could they be taken so easily. Isn't this kid's cultivation practice perfect?

Tang Haoshi Shi Ran stood up and dusted off his sleeve robe. When he looked up, his face was already cold and cold.

His figure suddenly disappeared.

When the next moment appeared, it was the side of the two elders Han Jingshen. He squeezed his palms into his hands and darted to his throat.

Before Han Jingshen had reacted, the body light curtain was scratched and his throat was choked, lifted like a chicken.

He widened his eyes in horror, struggling frantically, but his whole fairy was imprisoned and he couldn't use it at all.

"I said that to me, you are just a group of fleas!"

Tang Hao murmured coldly, and his palms continued to work hard, squeezing slowly.

Ka!Ka!

This is the crisp sound of a broken throat.

"You...what do you want to do! Stop!"

The elder elder shouted loudly, eyes red.

Tang Hao was unmoved, but instead gave him a cold look, his palm slammed hard, and squeezed the throat.

The two elders also burst together.