The Mightiest Little Peasant

"Head?"

Tang Hao was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized.

This person should be Taoist Priest Qingxu, the real head of Maoshan, and Taoist Priest Zhenyang is just the acting head.

There is an ancestor's precept in Maoshan that those who inherit the position of head must have the strength of a real person, so such a special situation will appear.

"Damn, it really didn't die!"

Wang Changsheng's face changed slightly, and he cursed angrily.

As for the group of evil cultivators, there was a commotion, and many people showed signs of shrinking and retreated.

In mid-air, Daoist Qingxu glanced around and landed on Wang Changsheng.

"Who are you?" He frowned and shouted sharply.

"My surname is Wang, and he is your grandfather!" Wang Changsheng shouted.

"Wang?" Daoist Qing Xu frowned, his face changed, "You are the devil of the Wang family? Why did you come out?"

"Why, you still want to suppress me for the rest of your life! The other one, come out together! I will kill you together, and let you Maoshan become history."

"Hmph! Arrogance!"

Daoist Qingxu snorted coldly.

"Whether you are arrogant or not, you will know once you hit it, but before that, I will kill you kid first!"

As Wang Changsheng said, his eyes swept towards Tang Hao like lightning. As soon as he raised his hand, countless black lights blasted out, overwhelming the sky and covering the ground, completely trying to put Tang Hao to death.

"I rely on it!"

Tang Hao's face changed wildly, and with a flick of his hand, all the jade charms on his body blasted out.

However, it couldn't stop so many black glows at all.

The black glow tore apart the thunder and fire, and bombarded them.

With a muffled groan, Tang Hao flew upside down and flew several feet away before landing.

Trembling all over, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and he was seriously injured.

"Friend Daoist Tang!"

The priests around shouted,

Come in a hurry.

"Damn, it's not dead!"

Wang Changsheng cursed and was about to raise his hand again.

"Wu Na devil, Hugh is rampant!"

Daoist Qingxu let out angrily and made a move. I saw him clapping his hands together and yelling, the sword behind his back was unsheathed.

This is a wooden sword, but it is made of extraordinary material. It is engraved with a series of talisman seals, with golden light flowing, dazzling and dazzling, exuding an astonishing aura.

Clearly, this is a treasure.

The wooden sword swished out, turned into a golden light, and came to kill.

"My God! That's Maoshan's True Sword of Subduing Demons!"

All the evil cultivators exclaimed in panic.

This Demon Subduing Sword is Maoshan's most treasured treasure, and it is also a treasure that can only be wielded by the heads of generations.

Since ancient times, countless evil spirits have lost their lives by this sword.

"Do you think I don't have a baby!"

Wang Changsheng snorted coldly, and when he opened his mouth, a black glow gushed out and turned into a tiny black seal.

Holding the seal in his hand, he rose into the air.

Then, when the seal shook, billowing black smoke gushed out, turning into countless ferocious ghosts, rushing towards the golden light.

In an instant, golden light and black smoke strangled fiercely in mid-air, and the fight was indistinguishable.

On the ground, everyone raised their heads and looked towards the sky.

The outcome between the two will also determine the outcome of this battle.

"The ancestor is mighty!"

On the side of the evil cultivators, shouts and cheers continued to erupt.

Soon, the priests couldn't bear it anymore and started to shout.

Shouting and shouting, the two sides began to curse at each other, and after cursing and cursing, they fought again, fighting fiercely.

However, in terms of overall strength, they were still not the opponents of Maoshan's side, and they were beaten back and forth.

But in mid-air, it was a match.

Looking at the situation below, Wang Changsheng became a little anxious. If this continues, he will become a poor commander again.

"Withdraw, withdraw, withdraw!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, he immediately made a decision.

"Smelly Taoist priest, you are a bit powerful, but how long can you live? When you die, I will come and destroy your Maoshan."

As soon as Wang Changsheng received the seal, he backed away.

Below, a group of evil cultivators were stunned and retreated.

Daoist Qingxu let out a cold snort, and with a movement of his divine sense, the wooden sword rushed away and killed the group of evil cultivators. After turning around in the crowd, more than a dozen evil cultivators were blasted to death.

"Smelly Taoist priest, how dare you!"

Wang Changsheng yelled violently, urged the seal, billowing black smoke gushed out, and killed the Taoist priest below.

Then, quickly retreat with the people.

Daoist Qing Xu flicked his finger, and the sword flew back, extinguishing the black smoke.

Soon, a group of evil cultivators retreated completely.

In front of the mountain gate, there was a mess.

Many Taoist priests were wounded and looked embarrassed, and several Taoist priests died tragically in battle. There was a mournful and heavy atmosphere in the square.

In mid-air, that figure suddenly trembled and almost fell down.

But soon, it stabilized.

"Master!"

A group of priests shouted anxiously.

"It's okay, I just got hurt a little bit, it's okay, the devil is also hurt." Daoist Qingxu fell down, "Zhenyang, what's going on with all this?"

Immediately, Taoist Master Zhenyang explained the ins and outs of the matter in detail.

"So that's the case! It's troublesome. My lifespan is only about three years, and the devil may live for a long time."

Hearing this, everyone showed a heavy expression.

"Zhenyang, and you, you still haven't made a breakthrough in your cultivation?" Daoist Qingxu glanced around, a little disappointed.

"Hey! These days, the aura is getting thinner and thinner. It's so easy to cultivate. We have no hope." The old Taoist Zhenyang shook his head.

"that's true!"

Daoist Qing Xu nodded.

Then, he swept his eyes and saw Tang Hao, he was startled immediately.

Although the man in front of him had a weak aura, his cultivation was clearly half-step foundation building, and what surprised him even more was the youthful appearance of this man.

He was a little confused, just looking at Tang Hao so directly, he felt a little embarrassed to see Tang Hao.

"Which... is this? Did you eat some kind of elixir? Why did you rejuvenate? Oh! It's so rare, it's halfway through foundation building, there's hope!"

He smiled brightly, walked over with big strides, pinched Tang Hao's cheeks, and said cheerfully, "Oh, look, this tender meat is really amazing!"

"Very well, I have decided, you are the next head, and I will entrust this glorious task to you!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Tang Hao's hand and shook it enthusiastically.

Tang Hao resisted, so he didn't roll his eyes.

And the faces of all the priests turned a little red, and it was very hard to hold back their laughter.

"Master, he...is not from our Maoshan."

Daoist Zhenyang suppressed a smile and said.

"Ah? Not from our Maoshan? Oops! Fellow Daoist, I am the one who made you laugh! Speaking of which, where are you from, Fellow Daoist? Your meat is so tender and smooth, it's amazing."

As he spoke, he touched it again.

Tang Hao finally couldn't help it, rolled his eyes, and said coldly: "I'm nineteen this year, I'm not some old monster, thank you!"

Daoist Qingxu laughed when he heard it, "Fellow Daoist, you are really humorous! You can tell jokes, I just like your character! Don't you think so!"

As he spoke, he looked at the Taoist priests around him.

However, none of the priests laughed, only him.

He smiled, but when he sensed something was wrong, his laughter gradually became smaller.

"Master, this is really nineteen!"

Zhen Yang leaned forward and whispered.

Daoist Qingxu was stunned, a little unbelievable.

"Oh! By the way, he is not only nineteen, he can also make jade charms!"

"Jade talisman?" Daoist Qing Xu's eyes widened.

"Yes! Very powerful jade talisman!"

"Pfft!" Daoist Qingxu covered his chest and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Oh! By the way, he can also make alchemy! He can make a lot of alchemy!"

"Alchemy?"

Daoist Qingxu's eyes widened, and finally he couldn't help it, and spat out a mouthful of blood.