Time flies very quickly.

In a blink of an eye, it has been a year since that shocking battle.

But the name Tang Ritian has not been forgotten.

As a legend and a myth, he has been circulating in the ninth continent, having a profound impact and becoming an idol of the younger generation.

Even those boys and girls who have just started practicing and are just in the early stage of qi recruiting have heard of this name.

From time to time, people will talk about him and discuss his whereabouts.

Some people guessed that he went to the first continent, and some people guessed that he went to the second continent. No one knew where he went.

There has been no news in the past year.

Those who can contact the Taixu Realm know that there was a battle to be a king some time ago. I guess Tang Ritian also participated, but they didn't know what the result was.

Because until now, Taixu Realm has not made any public announcement.

"Look! He is dead. Although he is evil, there are even more evil people in the first and second continents. If he encounters a dead end."

Duanjian Mountain and the Feng Bo tribe were speculating maliciously.

They wished that this kid would die and be completely destroyed.

Not many people believe this.

But no one knows what exactly it is.

Nanping City has long developed into the largest city on the border. It has been expanded several times and has expanded several times, but the most central building has not changed.

That Ritian Pavilion has become a holy place in the minds of those admirers, and people come to pilgrimage every day.

And that Ritian Valley was also preserved and became a holy land.

On this day, a man came to Nanping City, about forty years old, wearing a white shirt and a somewhat elegant face.

He stood in front of the tall, brand new city gate with a dazed expression.

"This...is Nanping City?"

He murmured, doubting his eyes.

After being stunned for a long time, he laughed and walked into the city with the crowd.

On the wide streets, people are coming and going, and they are extremely crowded.

At a glance, he saw many young people dressed in the same style, all of whom were the same style of clothes, the same magic weapon, and even their hairstyles were similar.

And that magic weapon was a huge golden cauldron, which was so eye-catching that they were carrying behind him.

However, the people around him seemed to be commonplace and didn't find it strange at all.

"Damn!"

He was a little dumbfounded.

When I passed by a shop selling magic weapons, there was a tripod on the shelf at the door, with the same style as Ritian.

"The same style as Ritian?"

His mouth twitched, his expression a little strange.

When the clerk saw him, he looked at him and showed a little disgusting, saying, "This is called trend, do you understand it! But it's easy to sell. It can be sold at least dozens a day, and sometimes hundreds of them.

"Didn't you see these four words? Ritian's same style, the tripod that Tang Ritian carries."

"Now you don't have such a tripod, so you are embarrassed to say hello to others and say you admire Tang Ritian! You won't understand old uncles like you."

The middle-aged man's expression became more and more bizarre.

His lips opened, as if he wanted to speak, but eventually turned around and left.

Immediately afterwards, I passed by the clothing store and had the same clothes as Ritian, and the business was quite good.

He stopped and looked, laughing even more.

Finally, he came to the center of the city.

There were many people blocking here, all of whom were surrounded in front of the Ritian Pavilion gate and watching happily.

"That's Ritian Pavilion! I finally saw it! You don't know, I spent half a month coming from the Northern Region just to come here to take a look."

"Hey! What's this what you are? It took me a month! It's amazing!"

The crowd was very lively.

They kept rushing into Ritian Pavilion, watching, exploring, and then coming out.

Tang Hao also went in and took a look. There was only an empty shell left in the Ritian Pavilion in the past, and the tables, chairs, and even doors and windows were removed.

After walking around, he followed the crowd out.

Next to Ritian Pavilion, there are many people setting up stalls with various objects on it.

After a closer look, they all have the same wine bowl and the same chopsticks as Ritian, and the price is not low.

And there are many people buying it.

Tang Hao rolled his eyes and finally couldn't help saying, "Is this Tang Ritian really so famous?"

As soon as this statement came out, the silence suddenly came.

Everyone turned around and looked at him with monster-like eyes.

"What...what happened?"

Tang Hao was stunned.

"Hahaha! He doesn't even know Tang Ritian. Where did this come from?"

"Uncle, how many years have you been out?"

Then, a burst of laughter broke out around.

"Uncle, let me tell you that now, there is basically no one in the Ninth Continent who doesn't know this person. He is the myth of our Ninth Continent, and I don't know how awesome."

They scrambled to each other and shouted Tang Hao.

"myth?"

Tang Hao smiled bitterly again.

Then, someone came over and handed him a book. The five big words on the cover blinded him.

The story of Tang Ritian!

When I opened it, I saw that it was all nonsense. When he was born, there was a strange phenomenon from the sky. It was nonsense! It was nonsense!

Tang Hao couldn't read it at all, so he left as soon as he returned the book.

After leaving another city gate, Ritian Valley was there. There were more people, many young people, and many uncles and uncles were following some young people.

"Good disciple, come here to worship here and get some luck. Maybe you can become a peerless genius like Tang Ritian!"

"Son, you have to be successful! Learn from this great genius of Tang! Carry forward the family in the future!"

Those uncles and the uncles pulled the young people around them and taught them earnestly.

The valley is full of people, very lively.

Tang Hao walked around and felt a little emotional when he was moved by the scene.

In a blink of an eye, a year has passed. He hasn't been back for a year. I don't know how the earth is doing. Are Sister Xiangyi and the others still okay?

He couldn't wait to go back, but after looking at it, he still held back. There were too many people and it was difficult to open the passage.

He returned to Nanping City, found a restaurant he used to visit, and walked in.

After sitting down and drinking for a while, I heard a lot of people around me talking about him.

"It's really famous!"

He sighed, thinking that a year has passed and people here should have forgotten it almost, but unexpectedly it is even more famous.

After a while, someone suddenly slapped the table and shouted, "Shut up, what Tang Ritian, what myth, is just a joke!"

In an instant, the restaurant silenced and everyone turned around and looked.

After seeing it clearly, they looked scared and showed some fear.

The one who was made of four people, all in black, carrying ancient swords, and had a broken sword tattooed on his robe. It was the symbol of the super power of Duanjian Mountain from the Central Region.

The speaker is about thirty years old, with a strong body and a deep aura, and is actually a master in the infancy stage.

"That Tang Ritian is nothing! If he hadn't borrowed the power of external objects, could he defeat me, the leader of Duanjian Mountain? I could kill him one-on-one!"
Chapter completed!