Chapter 1107 Revisiting the Ninth Continent

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 circulated in the Ninth Continent, exerting a profound influence, and becoming the idol of the younger generation.

Even those boys and girls who have just started to practice and have just started to entrain qi have heard of this name.

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

Some people guessed that he went to the first continent, some guessed that he went to the second continent, but no one knew exactly where he went.

There has been no news for more than a year.

Those who have access to the Taixu Realm know that there was a battle for the title of king some time ago, and Tang Ritian must have participated in it, but they don't know the result.

Because until now, the Taixu Realm has not made an announcement.

"I see! He is dead. Although he is evil, there are even more evil people on the first continent and the second continent. If you encounter them, you will only die."

Broken Sword Mountain, and those from the Feng Bo Department speculated maliciously.

They wished that this kid was dead, and it would be over once and for all.

In this regard, not many people believe it.

But how, no one knows.

As for Nanping City, it has long been developed into the largest city in the border area. It has been expanded several times, and its scale has increased 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 the Ritian Valley was also preserved and became a holy place.

On this day, a man came to Nanping City, about forty years old, wearing a white shirt, with 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,

Some doubted their own eyes.

After being stunned for a long time, he let out a laugh, followed the crowd, and walked into the city.

The wide streets are crowded with people coming and going.

At a glance, he saw many young people dressed in the same style, all with the same clothes, the same magic weapon, and even the same style.

And the magic weapon is a huge golden tripod, which is very eye-catching just being carried behind their backs.

However, the people around me seemed to be commonplace, so I didn't find it strange at all.

"I rely on it!"

He looked a little dumbfounded.

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

"Same style every day?"

The corner of his mouth twitched, his expression was a little weird.

The clerk saw him, looked at him, showed a bit of disgust, and said: "This is called a trend, do you understand! It's easy to sell, at least dozens of them can be sold a day, and sometimes hundreds of them.

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

"Now that you don't have such a tripod, you are embarrassed to say hello to people, saying that you worship Tang Ritian! An old man like you won't understand."

The middle-aged man's complexion became more and more strange.

He opened his lips, as if to speak, but finally turned around and left.

Immediately afterwards, I passed by a clothing store with the same style of clothes every day, and the business was quite good.

He stopped to look, and laughed even more.

Finally, he came to the center of the city.

A lot of people were blocked here, all gathered in front of the gate of Ritian Pavilion, watching happily.

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

"Hi! What are you doing? It took me a month! Awesome!"

The crowd was very lively.

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

Tang Hao also went in to have a look. The former Ritian Pavilion, only an empty shell remained. The tables, chairs, and even the doors and windows were all removed.

Turning around, he followed the crowd out.

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

Take a closer look, you can see that they are all the same wine bowls and chopsticks of the same style every day, and the price is not low.

And there are many people who buy it.

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

As soon as this remark came out, there was a sudden silence in all directions.

Everyone turned around and looked at him like a monster.

"What... what's wrong?"

Tang Hao was stunned.

"Hahaha! He doesn't even know Tang Ritian, who is this country bumpkin!"

"Uncle, you haven't come out for several years?"

Then, there was a burst of laughter from all around.

"Uncle, let me tell you, there is basically no one on the Ninth Continent who doesn't know about this man. He is a legend in our Ninth Continent. I don't know how amazing he is."

They rushed to shout at Tang Hao.

"myth?"

Tang Hao smiled wryly again.

Then, someone came over and handed him a book with five large characters on the cover, which almost blinded his eyes.

The true story of Tang Ritian!

Open it and look, damn it, it's all nonsense, when who the hell was born, there was a vision from the sky, nonsense! It's all nonsense!

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

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

"My dear boy, come here, pay your respects here, with some luck, maybe you can become a peerless genius like Tang Ritian!"

"Son, you have to strive for success! You have to learn from this great Tang genius! Make the family great in the future!"

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

There are people everywhere in the valley, 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, how are sister Xiangyi and the others?

He couldn't wait to go back, but he looked at it and 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 frequent, and went in.

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

"It's really famous!"

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

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

Suddenly, the restaurant was quiet, and everyone turned around to look.

After seeing it clearly, they looked startled, showing a bit of fear.

There were four people in that one, all dressed in black, with ancient swords on their backs, and a broken sword tattooed on their robes, which was the symbol of Broken Sword Mountain, a super power from Central Territory.

The person who spoke was about thirty years old, with a burly figure and a deep imposing manner, he was actually a master in the infant stage.

"That Tang Ritian, what a fart! If he hadn't borrowed the power of a foreign object, he would have defeated me, headmaster of Broken Sword Mountain? One-on-one, I could have killed him!"

The person slapped the table and shouted wildly.