The Mightiest Little Peasant

"I'm not kidding!"

Tang Hao Su Rong said, "It is ten thousand pieces!"

The practitioners of that cabinet, as well as Emperor Xuyuan and others, were stunned again.

"Tang Daoyou, this is ten thousand pieces!"

Emperor Xuyuan said with a tongue.

He took a sword and practiced a hundred copies, which took about a year of kung fu, and this one took a battle armor, which is more troublesome to practice. It takes four or five days to practice a set. Ten thousand days.

Count it, it's more than a hundred years!

"Elder Tang...you are asking..." The priest of the instrument hesitated.

"Why, according to the rules, can't you set 10,000 copies at once, or say, you don't have so much material in the cabinet?" Tang Hao said.

"No! Without this rule, it's not a matter of material..." The cultivator smiled bitterly, "It's just that this number is too large, you can't finish so many at once, it's better to set a thousand copies! "

"One thousand copies? Too few! Not enough for me to practice!"

Tang Hao shook his head and said.

The cultivator listened with a blank mouth, a little dumb.

This guy is too loud!

He looked at Tang Hao and secretly slapped himself.

Thousands are too few?

He had never seen an emperor with such a big tone, it was really arrogant!

Perhaps it was the other person who made the other idea, looking at the material of the killing armor!He secretly guessed.

This is not impossible.

A long time ago, Emperor Zun in the Sanctuary did this, and ordered a few thousand copies of the material, but only a few hundred pieces were refined, and the rest were used to refine his own treasure. hair.

And these are all from the lower realm, and they are used to it. Where have I seen so many gods, this person should also want to embezzle the materials of the killing armor and use it to refine his own treasure!

Thinking like this, he looked cold.

This is prohibited in the temple.

"Elder Tang, I want to remind you that the materials drawn from our cabinet can not be used for other purposes at all. Once they are found, they should be severely punished." After considering it for a while, he said coldly, "Even if it is refining, We must also see waste."

"understand!"

Tang Hao nodded.

The priest of the instrument was stunned again. He didn't expect that he had said so clearly, but this man still insisted so.

"Forget it, let him toss about it! Anyway something went wrong, and it was him who was unlucky!"

He secretly said.

"Then ten thousand pieces!" At that moment, he took out a blank scroll, wrote a few strokes on it, handed it over, and then shouted towards the back, "God of armor, ten thousand copies!"

In the back temple, it was immediately quiet, a little dead.

Then, there was a bang, boiling.

"I heard it right! Ten thousand copies?"

"Who is he crazy? Set ten thousand copies!"

A figure rushed out of the temple, shouting excitedly.

Usually dozens of copies come, and hundreds of them are rare. Now it is 10,000 copies at a time, which is really explosive. Since the establishment of the cabinet, no such huge orders have appeared.

Moreover, this is not a simple and easy-to-finish treasure like the Flying Sword, but a battle armor!

Ten thousand pieces, at least one hundred years must be refined!

Even if you like the refiner again, if you want him to practice continuously for a hundred years, you have to become a lunatic!

"Just this one?"

"I haven't seen it! Oh, by the way, I heard that some people came up today, these are the few!"

They pointed at Tang Hao and others, and all looked strange.

Although these are Emperor Zun, they are from the lower realm after all, they always look down on them.

"Ming Lou, aren't you messing up? He doesn't understand. You scream ten thousand copies, won't you stop him?" Someone shouted at the repairman behind the counter.

The cultivator named Minglou smiled bitterly.

He persuaded, but the guy didn't listen and he couldn't help it.

"Hey! Why stop it? Isn't that good! Ten thousand copies, let him practice it for hundreds of years."

Others cheered, looking excited.

Qige's work is too dull, and finally have some fun, they certainly do not want to miss it.

"Tang Daoyou, look at this..."

On Tang Hao's side, Xu Yuan's face sank a little.

They are somehow emperors, and now they are also elders. How can they be ridiculed by these low-level saints?

"It's okay, make them laugh!"

Tang Hao smiled, his expression indifferent.

"What are you doing here, 10,000 copies of the material, do you want me to come in and pick it up!" Then, he picked up the scroll in his hand and showed it to the group of practitioners.

"Go around! Hurry up to him!"

The group of cultivators laughed for a while before entering the hall.

"Ten thousand copies, I really don't know what he thinks."

"Hey! Who knows, it's a wonderful flower from the lower realm! You see he doesn't choose flying swords, he prefers armor."

With a sneer, from time to time through the temple gate, it came out.

About half an hour later, only one person came out and handed over a virtual bag, "10,000 copies, many copies!"

Tang Hao took it, counted it, and nodded.

"Go!"

Put the bag away, and the emperor Xu Yuan from Tang Hao Chong waited for humanity.

"You said, when will he finish this 10,000 copies of material?"

"I guess it will take 150 years!"

"At least one hundred and sixteen!"

A group of cultivators in Qige enthusiastically discussed.

But after arguing for a while, they all felt a little boring, because the discussion was too long, at least one hundred and fifty years, that is to say, it would take at least one hundred and fifty years before they could see the results.

In this way, what is the point of betting now.

"Is this person surnamed Tang? Isn't he going to the Tang family?"

"Who knows!"

They discussed it again before they dispersed.

Soon, the news spread in Qige, saying that there was an elder Tang from the lower realm. It was a wonderful flower. He even asked for 10,000 copies of refining materials at once, and I heard that it was very arrogant...

As a result, this elder Tang became a joke in Jige.

"It really came from the lower realm..."

Many cultivators listened and smiled so dismissively.

Within a day, the news came out of the cabinet and spread to other places.

"Humph! This kid really embarrasses me Pangu Xiu!"

The old demon emperor sneered after hearing about it in the Dange.

He and Tang Hao and others chose different alchemy.

Tang Hao didn't know about these disturbances. He came out of the cabinet and went straight to his cave.

As an elder, he was assigned to a good cave house, which looked like a small floating island, but as soon as he stepped into it, there were heaven and earth, palaces and pavilions, mountains, rivers and lakes, and everything was like a small world.

Entering the Dong Mansion, Tang Hao released the Demon Soul, Doppelganger, and Sister Xiangyi.

Then, he closed the door and started the refiner.