In fact, Mo Donggui really doesn't care about Zhang Jinmo's attitude towards him, it is enough for him to get the news he wants.

Thinking of this, Mo Donggui opened his mouth and asked, "Ten days later, the selection of the genius leader of the demon clan will begin?"

"Yes. Zhang Jinmo's voice dragged on for a long time, deliberately so, he also wanted to respond to his little junior brother.

"What is the age limit?"

"Like the master's apprenticeship, he is also twenty-five years old. Zhang Jinmo replied.

"Look at the strength?" Mo Donggui continued to ask.

"Guess?" Zhang Jinmo simply asked Mo Donggui.

Mo Donggui simply didn't ask, he didn't like to talk about it, and he would inquire about it himself when the time came.

Zhang Jinmo was completely out of temper, this little junior brother didn't get in, he suddenly felt a little bored, and answered Mo Donggui's question: "Strength accounts for a large part, after all, it is difficult to convince the public without some strength, all of them are geniuses, who wants to be subservient, if it is not for the Demon Emperor to take the lead, it may not be possible." ”

"Oh, what level are you in this group of people in the Imperial Palace?"

Zhang Jinmo scratched his head, and said with some embarrassment: "I, in fact, I am only the second grade of the Demon King, which can be regarded as the upper and lower level, and I also know that I may not have much hope, isn't there any other criterion for judging? If I only rely on strength, then I may have to abstain." ”

"Hmm. Mo Donggui only said one word.

Zhang Jinmo couldn't help it, he understood how withdrawn this junior disciple was, could it be that his talent was not good because of this?

The two of them didn't say anything all the way, and came to Zhang Jinmo's small house, and found that there was still one person waiting in the house, Zhang Jinmo introduced: "This is your third senior brother pouring rain, this kid doesn't like to cultivate, and his personality is lazy and playful, but his talent is as good as yours, and now he is also in the realm of the demon king." ”

Mo Donggui nodded towards the Dumpling Rain, and looked at him meaningfully, the Hundred Cracked Demon Emperor didn't mention anything else, the luck of accepting apprentices really didn't have to be said, except for Chu Qing, Dumpling Rain was not an ordinary talent, if Zhang Jinmo was just the upper and lower level of the group of geniuses in the Imperial Palace, then Dumpling Rain could be the top level upstream.

This kid is also quite good at hiding, the fourth rank of the demon king and will soon break through to the fifth grade, if nothing else, the pouring rain is likely to be the ceiling of strength among the geniuses of the imperial palace.

As soon as Dump Yu saw this little junior brother named Yan Hao, he immediately greeted him with a hippie smile and said happily: "You are the new disciple of Shizun? ”

After speaking, he was about to come up and hug Mo Donggui, but he didn't see it at all.

Mo Donggui skillfully avoided this "warm hug", and he was not embarrassed when the rain poured, withdrew his hands, and said, "Now I can finally experience what it is like to be a senior brother." ”

"Okay, okay, look at your bear-like appearance, the little junior brother has a withdrawn personality, but I can't stand your enthusiasm. Zhang Jinmo's words were actually deliberately said to Mo Donggui, and he must still be haunted by the previous events.

Then he turned to Mo Donggui and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to your room first." After speaking, he walked towards the inner courtyard by himself, Mo Donggui didn't say a word, and followed, but there were some doubts in his eyes.

After the two of them left, Dumpling Yu also put away Fang Cai's hippie smile, staring at Mo Donggui's back with a solemn face, he actually couldn't see through the strength of this little junior brother, but he didn't bother to care about this, in this life he just wanted to live a brisker life, and it was very hard to deliberately press the realm not to break through, he didn't want to attract attention at all.

On the eaves of the moon, the rain sat alone on the roof, holding a pot of wine, drinking with the moon, and today the little junior brother who gave him a strong sense of depression was in his mind, and he had been a little restless since he saw Yan Hao.

Mouthfuls of wine poured down his sorrows, and he couldn't get rid of the sorrow in his heart, and then he put away the wine jug and looked at the roof not far away, where Mo Donggui appeared out of thin air.

Pouring rain hurriedly pretended not to see it, and picked his head to admire the moon.

Mo Donggui was not annoyed, and the next moment he appeared next to Pouring Rain, and teased: "You don't have this attitude towards me during the day today, why are you afraid of exposing yourself?"

"Exposed, exposed, what else do I have?" asked Dumpling Rain, puzzled.

Mo Donggui was not in a hurry to debunk it, he also turned his head to look at Mingyue, and said softly: "Say, you were from that sect ten thousand years ago?"

When Dumpling heard this, he suddenly turned his head, looked at Mo Donggui, looked murderous, and asked, "What do you know?"

"If you're asking about 10,000 years ago, I know everything. Mo Donggui said lightly.

"Who are you?" Pouring rain stared at Mo Donggui with a serious expression.

Mo Donggui didn't answer this question, but asked, "I'm curious, why do you, an awakened martial artist, deliberately suppress your strength and not break through?" ”

Despite this, Pouring Rain still cultivated to the realm of the four grades of the Demon King, which shows the horror of the awakened martial artist.

Pouring rain stared at Mo Donggui deadly, as if he wanted to see through Mo Donggui's soul, and finally breathed a sigh of relief and said helplessly: "In this life, I just want to live lightly, the war losses 10,000 years ago are too great, and I don't want to experience this kind of thing a second time." ”

"So you're going to run away?"

"It's not that I'm running away, it's that I'm finding that I don't have any effect in that kind of war, and it doesn't make a difference whether I have it or not. "Pouring rain seems to be a little self-deprecating, originally he was also the pride of the sect, but after participating in that war, he knew what it was like to be like an ant.

Mo Donggui seemed to be a little angry, and asked, "If everyone feels that they can't play a role in the war as you think, so they don't participate in the war, do you know what the consequences will be if you lose the next battle of the Heavenly Dao?"

"What do you mean next time?" Pouring rain was puzzled and surprised.

"Next time, it's not far away. Mo Donggui looked up at the sky, because he was back.....

Pouring rain kept staring at Mo Donggui, and said vigilantly: "Since you can see that I am an awakened martial artist, then you should be too, right?"

As soon as he finished saying this, the demonic energy in Pouring Rain's whole body exploded, and he could launch a fatal blow at Mo Donggui at any time.

Mo Donggui still looked calm, looked at the pouring rain and said, "Don't talk about me first, let's talk about you, disciple of the Streamer Immortal Sect?

"Why can you see where I come from, and why do you mention my master's name so lightly?"

"I have some friendship with the Streamer Immortal King, and I can roughly see the foundation of your exercises, and the way you run your demonic qi reminds me of something. Mo Donggui said, the luck of the Streamer Immortal Sect is very special, so Mo Donggui will have some impressions, of course, his relationship with the Streamer Immortal King is really good, otherwise the streamer would not have helped him fight against the Heavenly Dao.