But he didn't know how many troubles his brother helped him settle behind his back, and now, he only sighed faintly.

The hardest thing for a person is to be yourself, and the hardest thing is to be yourself.

"I want to ask you, what do you think about that Yan Thirteen?"

Mo Chong's figure paused, looked back at Mo Li, and said solemnly: "That person, his identity is very mysterious. ”

"Mysterious? Such a mystical method? Mo Li asked with interest, sure enough, this Yan Thirteen has a secret.

"I don't know where he came from, and I've never seen a weapon in his hand, but it's incredibly powerful."

"The most important thing is that when I first met him, I didn't feel the demonic energy in his body at all." Mo Chong's face was extremely solemn and full of jealousy.

Those who can hide their demonic energy in front of him are either peerless masters or complete ordinary people.

And that Yan Thirteen is definitely not the second type.

"Three days later, he walked out of the room, and I felt the breath of the peak of refining gods."

"In other words, this method of Yan Thirteen's concealing aura is even hidden from you?" Mo Li's face also became heavy, and he found that he seemed to underestimate this Yan Thirteen.

No one would believe that a mortal with no mana could become a monk at the peak of God Refining within three days, Mo Da Mo Er's talent can be regarded as good, and now he is about twenty years old, and he is only at the peak of God Refining Cultivation.

Three days? How can it be!

"It's not him, it's his master." Mo Chong's tone was unusually firm.

He is in the realm of Hedao, and he can't hide it from him at all, and what can make him unaware of it is definitely above Hedao.

And above the way, that is......

The two looked at each other in unison.

Demon Prince, or even Demon King!

Further up, they don't even dare to think about it anymore.

"Then this Yan Thirteen, what should we do?" Mo Li was a little uncertain for a while.

"You can only make friends, not evil." Mo Chong left eight words and turned away.

Bringing Tang Sen back to the Mo family is what he can do, he is not the Mo family's high-level power, it is not his turn to make decisions, he only has the right to suggest at most, as for whether to listen or not, it has nothing to do with him.

He only has two years to live, maybe less than two years, so he naturally wants to enjoy it.

When Mo Chong's figure was no longer visible, Mo Li seemed to wake up, obviously in the dark, but there was a faint light in his eyes, "Yan Thirteen?" I don't know which old monster taught the apprentice? ”

……

Townsend was not at all restrained, and his heart was as if nothing had happened.

If you come, you will be safe, you will come, it will be a pity not to visit this peerless city, not to mention that he just wants to integrate into this demon world, observe more, learn more to integrate faster.

Therefore, now he is already on the street, the Sealed City is worthy of being a big city, not the kind of small market town around Chiyanling can be compared, the surrounding is bustling, there are all kinds of demons, the surrounding restaurants and shops, silk street vendors are also extremely prosperous, Tang Sen was in a trance for a while, as if he had returned to the Tang Dynasty, all kinds of shouting, selling, talking and laughing endlessly.

Except for the difference in people, there is not much difference in the others.

Walking on the crowded streets, Townsend did not speak much, but felt quietly, his steps were slow, and sometimes he looked at the stalls on both sides of the street, and he did not buy or hurry, and the words of the passers-by gathered in his ears.

"Did you hear that? The Demon Blood Stone appeared in Chiyanling this time, which is terrible. ”

"Bloodstone? That's amazing, hasn't it been in years? It's a treasure, who can get it? ”

The voice faded away, and Townsend couldn't hear it clearly, but who could get it?

smiled slightly, naturally it was him, but now he has used one for the three burials.

In terms of Demon Dao cultivation talent, the three burials are much higher than him, and his cultivation is just pretending, and there is a system to help solve the problems he actually encounters, as long as the credit value is enough, he can be a master of any realm.

And now his identity is mysterious, and it is also reasonable to have a mysterious person by his side to protect her, not to mention that the third burial is his senior brother in name, which is even more reasonable.

Feeling the breath of the three burials in his body getting stronger and stronger, Tang Sen was extremely satisfied, this demon blood stone deserved to be a rare treasure, and the talent of the three burials was now raised by two percent, but don't underestimate these two percent, the starting point was originally very high.

This is the difference between a peerless genius and a demon.

This has only been used for two or three days, and the realm of the three burials has been completely stabilized, and now it is impacting towards the middle stage of returning to the void, don't dare to think that Tang Sen himself is still a little weak chicken at the peak of refining gods.

You have to think of a way to cultivate, not to mention anything else, the realm has improved and the ability to resist blows can naturally improve a lot, otherwise even if your system is invincible, you can be seconds all of a sudden, and there is no place to cry.

What is the saddest thing in the world? People die, money is gone.

A thousand credit values, but it is still not very safe, and Tang Sen always has a sense of crisis in his heart.

If you make money, you have to make money, and the more the better.

Credit is now the source of Townsen's sense of security.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! A shout came from a very far distance, and Townsend looked up to see that the pedestrians who had been on the street were scattered and standing on both sides, and Townsend adhered to the principle of keeping a low profile, hiding in the crowd.

I saw a black wind blowing in front of me, and at the moment on the front, Tang Sen saw that it was a person wearing a black suit, riding a black horse, saying that it was a horse, but it was not quite like it, with a sharp horn on his head standing proudly, full of steel teeth, and at first glance it was a fierce beast.

The pedestrians, who had been a little angry on their faces, were all dumbfounded and stood trembling when they saw a flag planted behind the man.

The messenger galloped by, and Tang Sen's eyes were also attracted by the blood-colored pennant, which had only one word on it, "Emperor".

Silent, Tang Sen didn't understand what it meant, but looking at the attitude of the people around him, he also knew that this flag had an extraordinary origin.

Looking for a person who looked more kind and about the same height, Tang Sen stepped forward, "Brother Tai, you are polite below, I don't know who passed by just now?" is so arrogant and domineering, he simply doesn't take the city lord seriously. ”

It is said that he is sincere and full of righteous indignation, and those who don't know really think that he is speaking up for righteousness and complaining for the city lord.

The man just glanced at Tang Sen faintly, his eyes looked like a fool, "Get out", and left without looking back.

"Eh, why are you like this, it's rude." This word came so unexpectedly that Tang Sen was a little confused.