Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed since that shocking battle.

But the name Tang Ritian has not been forgotten.

As a legend, a myth, he has been circulating in the Ninth Continent and has had a profound impact and has become an idol of the younger generation.

Even those young boys and girls who had just begun their cultivation and were only in the early stages of qi induction had heard of this name.

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

Some people guess that he went to the first continent, others guess that he went to the second continent, and where he went, no one knows.

For more than a year, there has been no news.

Those who were able to contact the Taixu Realm knew that there was a battle for the king some time ago, and presumably this Tang Ritian also participated, but they didn't know what the result was.

Because until now, the Void Realm has not been announced.

"I see, he is dead, and although he is wicked, there are even more wicked people in the first and second continents, and there is only one way to die. ”

Broken Sword Mountain, as well as those people in the Fengbo Tribe, speculated maliciously.

They wish this kid was dead, a hundred gone.

Not many people believe this.

But no one knows.

Nanping City, which has already become the largest city in the border, has been expanded several times, and the scale has expanded several times, but the most central building has not changed.

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

And the Ritian Valley has also been preserved and has become a holy place.

On this day, a person 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, his expression a little stunned.

"This ...... Is it Nanping City?"

He muttered, a little suspicious of his eyes.

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

The wide streets are crowded with people coming and going.

At a glance, he saw a lot of young people dressed in the same way, all of them were of the same style, the same style of magic weapons, and even the shape was similar.

And the magic weapon was a huge golden tripod, which was carried behind them like this, which was extremely dazzling.

However, the people around me seem to be commonplace, and I don't think it's strange at all.

"Holy!"

He was dumbfounded.

Passing by the shop that sells magic utensils, on the shelf at the door, there is this kind of tripod, next to it: the same style every day.

"The same paragraph every day?"

The corners of his mouth twitched, and his expression was a little strange.

When the clerk saw it, he looked at him, showed a little disgust, and said: "This is called a trend, do you understand it! But it sells well, at least dozens of them can be sold a day, and sometimes hundreds of them can be sold."

"Don't you see these four words? The same paragraph every day, the tripod that Tang Ritian has recited. ”

"Now you don't have such a ding, you are embarrassed to greet people, saying that you worship Tang Ritian! An old uncle like you will not understand. ”

The middle-aged man's face became more and more eccentric.

His lips opened as if to speak, but he turned away anyway.

Immediately afterwards, passing by the clothing store, there are also the same clothes every day, and the business is quite good.

He stopped and looked at it, and smiled more and more.

Eventually, he made his way to the middle of the city.

There were a lot of people here, all of whom gathered in front of the Ritian Pavilion and watched happily.

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

"Hey, what are you, it's taken me a month!

The crowd was very lively.

They kept squeezing into the Ritian Pavilion, watching, touring, and then coming out.

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

After a turn, he followed the crowd out.

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

Take a closer look, what are the same wine bowls every day, the same chopsticks every day, and the price is not low.

And there are quite a few people who buy it.

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

As soon as these words came out, there was silence in all directions.

Everyone turned around and looked at him like a monster.

"How...... What's wrong?"

Tang Hao was stunned.

"Hahaha! He doesn't even know Tang Ritian, where did this hillbilly come from!"

"Uncle, you haven't been out for a few years?"

Then, there was a burst of laughter.

"Uncle, let me tell you, there is basically no one in the Ninth Continent who doesn't know this now, he is the myth of our Ninth Continent, and he doesn't know how good he is. ”

They shouted at Tang Hao.

"Mythology?"

Tang Hao smiled bitterly again.

Then, someone else came over and handed him a book with five big characters on the cover, which simply blinded him.

Tang Ritian is the true story!

When I opened it, I saw it, it was all nonsense, and when the hell was born, there was a vision from the sky, nonsense!

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

Going out from the other city gate, it is Ritian Valley, there are more people, many young people, there are also many uncles, uncles, and there are some young people around them.

"Good boy, come, say goodbye here, get some luck, maybe you can become a peerless genius like Tang Ritian!"

"Son, you have to fight for your strength! You have to learn from this great genius of the Tang Dynasty!

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

The valley is full of people and is very lively.

Tang Hao turned around, touched the scene, and felt a little emotional.

In a blink of an eye, a year has passed, he hasn't been back for a year, and he doesn't know what's going on on the other side of the earth, Sister Xiangyi, are they okay?

He was a little anxious 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 went back to Nanping City, found a restaurant he used to frequent, and walked in.

After sitting down and drinking for a while, I listened to many people talking about him.

"It's really famous!"

He sighed, thinking that after a year, the people here should have almost forgotten, but he didn't expect it to be even more famous.

After a while, someone suddenly slapped the table and shouted: "Shut up for me, what Tang Ritian, what myth, it's just a joke!"

Suddenly, the restaurant was silent, and everyone turned to look.

After seeing it clearly, they looked stunned and showed a little jealousy.

That one made four people, all dressed in black, carrying ancient swords, and a broken sword tattooed on the robe, which was the symbol of the Broken Sword Mountain, a level force from the Central Domain.

The person who spoke was about thirty years old, burly and prestigious, and was actually a master of the infant stage.

"That Tang Ritian, it's a fart! If it weren't for the power of foreign objects, he would have been able to defeat my Broken Sword Mountain Sect?

The man slapped the table and shouted arrogantly.