"The century-old autumn hunting officially begins today."

As time approaches, according to the past practice, as the Supreme Lord of the Demon Palace, the Demon King Palace will convey the rules and strategies of this autumn hunting by the Demon Envoy, and it also means mobilization. Here, Tu Ming is the only one who is willing to take on this responsibility.

"This autumn hunting is related to the life and death of our demon realm, and is a battle of races."

Looking down at the dark crowd below, Tu Ming's voice was a little emotional.

"You are all the people of the Demon Realm. Together with other races, you are called hundreds of races. You are the backbone of my Demon Realm!"

Any call is just a bewitching; the upper class puts all kinds of halos of righteousness on people, and always has only one purpose, so that others can fight to the death.

In this regard, Tu Ming is very talented. His demeanor is solemn, his voice is low and powerful. His words always touch the tender part of people's hearts, and a cheer sounds.

"Ran Ling is the leader of the hundreds of tribes. In the past, he once traversed two domains and won great glory for our demon domain. However, time has changed..."

The rumbling sound shook the sky, and the demon envoy reminisced about the past and present, gradually lifting the passion in people's hearts, making people feel more passionate. The emotions of the crowd were mobilized, and the previous worries and sorrow disappeared, replaced by excitement and bloodthirst.

A strong iron-blooded murderous aura gradually gathered, and the sky in Huoyun Valley became even brighter, as if it was about to burn.

The leaders in the sky were speaking, and the people below were echoing. It was truly united and could almost break through the world. However, on the edge of the crowd, Mai Shaofei, who should have appeared as the protagonist, was quiet and his eyes were slightly sad.

Of course he would not be bewitched, although he wanted to be bewitched and contagious. Mai Shaofei's expression was passionate. He was actually worried.

Sorrow for Thirteen Lang.

It is actually boring to work with someone like Shisanro, especially when you have something to ask for, it makes people feel more powerless.

The gentle and humble face covers up his greed and reality well. However, once you want to take the opportunity to take more points or even delay a little, you will be hit with an extremely powerful counterattack.

As the young master of a clan, Mai Shaofei will have the idea of ​​controlling Shisanlang subconsciously, no matter whether he values ​​Shisanlang or does not, he will have the idea of ​​controlling him. This is an instinct that has penetrated into the bone marrow and soul, and it is also one of the qualities that every superior or who wants to become superior.

Logically speaking, he does have this qualification. His prominent identity, strong background, strong strength, bright prospects, and a virtuous attitude and unswerving kindness. All of them are powerful bargaining chips that make people loyal. He even does not pursue his identity like Shisanlang, nor does he try to send people to monitor and spy.

All truly powerful people have such confidence, or quality. Mai Shaofei is undoubtedly an ambitious person and has the strength to match him. The more he values ​​him, Mai Shaofei wants to hold him in his hands.

After not seeing each other for several months, Mai Shaofei clearly felt that Shisanlang became stronger; his cultivation still maintained his original appearance, but compared with before, his expression was more peaceful and indifferent. There was a feeling of indifference that had not been before. When the two stood together, Mai Shaofei felt a vague sense of danger, as if he had the power to compete with him.

In the past, this was simply unimaginable; Mai Shaofei could not find the reason. He could only try to touch indirectly and want to ask what was going on.

Unfortunately, he had all the conditions needed for solicitation, but he could never feel the attitude of "refuge" from Shisanlang, and there was nothing at all.

"Don't be so serious, will this young master still rely on your account?"

High pressure and kindness are useless, so Mai Shaofei changed his posture and put it on the truth like a public servant.

It must be said that no matter who you are facing, you can always find a way to get along with him. He noticed that Shisanlang had the stinginess and persistence of a commoner, and immediately put down his figure. Last time he seemed a little stiff, but at this time he was already familiar with the words and deeds. His words and deeds were all "same person". If it weren't for the gathering of thousands of people at this time, he would have restrained himself, others would probably think he was an ordinary traveler and would definitely not think of the identity of the young master of the clan.

Mai Shaofei took out a delicate jade bottle and pretended to be angry and said contemptuously: "A gentleman's friendship is as light as water. Even if you are not a gentleman, don't always be a villain, it's unsatisfactory."

“What is style?”

Shisanlang grabbed the jade bottle without hesitation and said in a gentle but firm tone: "I am a little person, why should I care about that kind of thing?"

"Look at your promising prospect!"

Mai Shaofei was about to mock him a few words, but a strange color suddenly flashed in his eyes and said in surprise: "What's wrong with your hand?"

Shisanlang shook his sleeves to cover the half-length tail finger, and then put the jade bottle in his bag, and said lightly: "It's nothing, tell me your plan. How is the PR doing in the next half year?"

The five tribes belong to the same area. If they cannot distinguish between each other, no one can search for the Mosquito King with peace of mind. Thirteen Lang is unwilling to deal with this matter and is not qualified to interfere. Now that the war is about to go to war, I have a rough idea in my heart.

Mai Shaofei was stunned to retract his gaze, and his heart was filled with turmoil. Of course, he knew that Shisanlang was not born with eight fingers. The problem was that the monk was injured by disability and it was not so easy to grow his limbs. Theoretically, except for those figures in the clouds at high places, monks only had a chance to transform and shaped their bodies when they condensed the Nascent Soul. What magic pill did Shisanlang use to be able to regenerate the remaining limbs?

Suffering from his shock, Mai Shaofei said seriously: "There are three key points you need to understand. The first one will be verified later. I will mainly talk about the last two."

Need to know, which means that you won’t know everything; Shisanlang didn’t expect him to show his true feelings and nodded to show his understanding.

Mai Shaofei said: "Last time in Wulicheng, I negotiated with those people and came up with an agreement that was not considered an agreement; before finding out the Mosquito King, everyone's main force should not have conflicts."

The Mosquito King does not refer to the ordinary Mosquito King. If the four saints want to become real saints, they can only make contributions except for the Demon King Palace to name it themselves. In the current situation where there is no war, capturing and killing the Purple Mosquito King becomes the only choice. If everyone kills each other as soon as they enter, they may end up killing mosquitoes but not being destroyed by mosquitoes. This is a short-sighted move.

This Shisanlang had already expected that he understood that the saints of the five clans were all smart people. Although they looked like water and fire on the surface, they could all stand at a high level to consider the problem in such major events.

"Because Xiang Yibai is dead, the Jiao Chi tribe can only inform people. I will entrust Han Han to do this matter and try my best to suppress the time."

Mai Shaofei carefully said, "Although the Jiao Chi tribe hates me to the core, on the surface, it cannot help but agree to this joint proposal. What I mean... do you understand?"

Shisanlang glanced at him and said sarcastically: "Do you want to kill someone? Uh, the premise is that you will not leave a living."

Mai Shaofei's expression remained unchanged and he said lightly: "I didn't say anything."

Shisanlang sighed and said, "I have to ask first, can you be sure that there is a purple mosquito king in that area?"

Mai Shaofei smiled bitterly and said, "There were in the past. Whether there is this time will be determined by yourself later."

Shisanlang didn't say anything more.

Mai Shaofei said: "I have already received the news that the candidates for the Jiao Chi clan have been added. His name is Lin Yibiao, who is over 100 feet tall and can recognize him as long as he sees him. What needs to be reminded is that if you meet him alone, be sure not to fight with him."

"Worrying that I was killed by him?"

Shisanlang laughed at himself and said curiously: "Is he very powerful? You can't be more powerful than Xiang Yibai!"

Mai Shaofei said seriously: "It's indeed better than Xiang Yibai."

Shisanlang was slightly distracted and before he could ask questions. Mai Shaofei continued: "This man is not from a very good background, has a too cruel and sinister personality. He is not popular among the clan. In addition, Xiang Yibai has a strong background and has been pressing on him. Even the quota of the Holy Son was robbed. But in terms of combat power, Lin Yibiao is better as he agrees."

After hearing this, Shisanlang's expression turned solemn and said seriously: "I know, I will hide from him."

He has a vicious temperament, a bad background, and is suppressed for a long time. The opportunity to fall from heaven is enough to turn a childish cat into a tiger, not to mention that he is a fierce wolf. At this time, Lin Yibiao was undoubtedly the most unprovoked person among the great saints.

Shisanlang asked himself that his research on psychology was better than Mai Shaofei, so of course he would not be ignorant of the importance. He said, "What about the third one?"

"The third article is actually two things. First of all, I hope you can go with me. If you have to insist on walking alone, when you encounter the death of the Lanling tribe, no matter which tribe it is, I hope that the Eight Fingers can provide help within their ability."

Mai Shaofei glanced at the excited crowd, looked worried, and said, "No matter whether they are facing demon mosquitoes or humans."

With sincere voice, Shisanlang looked at him, nodded after a while, "I understand... do you want to add the Tianlang clan?"

He did not answer the first question because there was no need to answer it. Qiu Hunting had a whole year. How could Shisanlang run around with Mai Shaofei? He had his own plan.

Mai Shaofei was slightly stunned, and then understood what he meant. He looked a little embarrassed and said in an uneasy tone: "If it's easy, you might as well do it, you might as well do it."

Shisanlang patted his shoulder and said, "Just say this, even if you pretend, I will be more forceful."

Mai Shaofei was stunned again. He really didn't expect Shisanlang to have such frivolous behavior. Looking at his elder brother's appearance in taking care of his younger brother, Master Mai was angry and a little bitterly smiled, and said angrily: "Look at your stern look! I'm not afraid of straggling my waist!"

Shisanlang smiled and said, "It's time to tell you a secret."

Ignoring Mai Shaofei's mocking and expectant expression, Shisanlang sent a few words to him.

Mai Shaofei's face changed, became unbelievable, became ecstatic, and had a sense of vigilance.

He asked, "Take it serious?"

"Take it seriously." Shisanlang answered affirmatively.

Mai Shaofei could no longer contain his excitement, grabbed Shisanlang's shoulder, and said seriously: "Brother Bazhi helps me so much, Shaofei is the one..."

"Don't disgust me!"

Shisanlang smiled and pushed him away, saying, "I am not that old man in his 100s."

Mai Shaofei didn't care at all. He laughed and gave him a bear hug. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard a loud shout in the air.

"How can a billion passionate boys in the Demon Realm be afraid of mere demon insects! The time has come, and I announced that I will open the land of Dreams and kill demon mosquitoes and exchange for my century-old paradise of Demon Realm!"

"Swear to destroy the demon mosquitoes and exchange for the century-old paradise of my demon realm!" Ten thousand people roared in unison, with shocking momentum.

As the screams were heard, the magic plate in Tu Ming's hand shone brightly, and the other people also activated the formation one after another. In a blink of an eye, the illusory gate became solid and finally frozen.

Tu Ming waved his hand, and the teams in front of him were like long dragons, swarming towards the gate leading to another world.

Autumn hunting - it's begun!!!
Chapter completed!