Immemorial Paragon

"Prince, you don't know. Although the heritage of blood power is strong, it also has great disadvantages."

Seeing that Mo Qingyun was a little puzzled, the middle-aged person immediately explained a sentence and began to talk about the disadvantages of the bloodline power: "Although the blood power of our Celestial Demon Clan is strong, we cannot avoid the blood power. The question of becoming thin. "

After hearing these words from middle-aged people, Mo Qingyun nodded in agreement. This is indeed a big trouble.

In the eyes of Mo Qingyun, the middle-aged words kept on, and he continued, "It is a fact that the inheritance of the Demon Clan is too long, and the blood power has become thin. It is an unchangeable fact. Even the blood of Samsung has rarely appeared, let alone the blood of royalty with more than seven stars. "

"Few even Samsung?"

Mo Qingyun's expression was startled, and she was very surprised by the middle-aged words.

He really did not expect that the blood power of the Sky Soul Demon Clan was so thin that it had reached such a point.

Originally, he thought that even if there were no ten-star blood in the Tianhun demons, there should be many people with nine stars.

As for the number of people with seven bloodlines, even if there are no tens of millions, there should be millions.

It seems that he overestimated the blood condition of the Demon Soul Tribe by not a little bit.

However, Mo Qingyun was not disappointed with this situation.

Conversely, the fewer geniuses the genie possesses, the better it is for him.

The number of geniuses in the Tianhun Mozu is scarce, and the value of the genius will be higher, and they will also be seen by the elders of the Tianhun Mozu.

With a horrific talent such as Mo Qingyun, once he enters the Tianhun Demon Clan, he will definitely be treated as a treasure.

In today's thin veins, it's amazing how a junior with ten-star veins appears.

In particular, Mo Qingyun's blood has not yet returned to his ancestors. If he returned, he would be even more horrified.

Well, Mo Qingyun was able to reach the legendary ancient blood after he returned to his ancestors.

If that's the case, Mo Qingyun is among the celestial spirit demons, which is definitely the most shining character.

With the talents of Teng Xiao and others, if they wanted to compete with Mo Qingyun, it was totally a stone hit.

When Mo Qingyun thought about it that way, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he thought silently: "Teng Xiao, right? I'm afraid you haven't thought about it, we will meet soon."

While thinking in Mo Qingyun's mind, the middle-aged man next to him continued to tell him: "In addition, among these geniuses, the sixteen most talented people are known as the Seven Kings and Nine Little Kings, all of them It's a nine-star bloodline. "

"Seven Heavenly Kings? Nine Little Heavenly Kings?"

After hearing the words of middle-aged people, Mo Qingyun showed a curious expression and became interested in these sixteen people. He asked, "Then you will tell me, the Seven Kings and Nine Little Kings in your mouth, respectively. Who are they? "

"Ok!"

Middle-aged nodded and began to tell Mo Qingyun the identities of the sixteen people: "The Seven Kings are seven people headed by Teng Xiao, namely Teng Xiao, Wang Yan, Qiu Hanyu, Gou Chong, Wang Ming, Bai Hua and Chen Jun. "

"Teng Xiao?"

After hearing the words of middle-aged man, Mo Qingyun's expression was startled, and he secretly said: "I can't think of Teng Xiao's talent so high, it is no wonder that he can dispatch a large group of men and horses to block and intercept me along the way."

Knowing Teng Xiao's true identity, Mo Qingyun finally had a clear answer to his encounter along the way.

Seeing the change of Mo Qingyun's expression, the middle-aged face showed a curious expression, and asked, "Prince, do you know Prince Teng Xiao? If you can make good friends with Prince Teng Xiao, you can stand in the Demon Soul Demon Clan, but It will be much easier. "

"Recognize it?"

The corner of Mo Qingyun's mouth slightly tilted up, with a profound smile, and said, "There are those nine little kings, and who are they, and you also tell me."

"Yes!"

After hearing Mo Qingyun's words, the middle-aged nodded and immediately introduced to Mo Qingyun, saying: "These nine little heavenly kings are Tengjiang, Wang Xi, Li Yan, Du Yin, Shang Tianxing, Lin Zhen, Song Yichao, Xu Qian and Ren Ling. "

After saying the names of these nine people, the middle-aged expression was dignified, and he said, "Prince, when you enter the clan, be careful of Prince Tengjiang. He is even more difficult than Prince Teng Xiao. Title. "

"Mixed Kings? Somewhat interesting."

Mo Qingyun's expression moved, and she became a little more curious about this Tengjiang, saying, "You tell me, why is this Tengjiang difficult?"

In Mo Qingyun's opinion, the position of the nine small kings is obviously inferior to that of the seven kings.

Tengjiang is more difficult than Teng Xiao to deal with, which is abnormal, and Mo Qingyun has to understand it.

Seeing Mo Qingyun's message about Tengjiang, the middle-aged expression became serious, and he whispered beside Mo Qingyun: "The Prince Tengjiang is not only talented, but also has bloodlines reaching the level of ten stars. He is also the younger brother of Prince Teng Xiao. The two brothers joined forces, and this energy is not comparable to others. "

"Teng Xiao's brother?"

Mo Qingyun's expression changed, and he was surprised by the news. He had never thought of it.

In Mo Qingyun's view, even if Tengjiang and Teng Xiao had the same surname, they might have come from the same vein.

Unexpectedly, the two of them are actually brothers, but this relationship is different.

In this way, the energy of the union of their brothers is indeed not comparable to that of the ordinary prince.

Of course, Mo Qingyun didn't care too much about this.

Now that he's offended Teng Xiao, there's nothing more in Tengjiang.

If Tengjiang didn't know how to lift, he would even pack up with Tengjiang.

After some middle-aged recounting, Mo Qingyun immediately had a completely new understanding of the situation of the Celestial Demon Clan.

Next, Mo Qingyun continued talking with the middle-aged while walking.

After about a quarter of an hour.

Mo Qingyun, together with the middle-aged and others, came to the branch vein where they were, and walked into the branch vein tribe together.

When Mo Qingyun and others walked into the branch vein tribe, a group of people came forward, one by one with a bad expression on their faces.

"Zhang Lei, who is this kid?"

A young man, led by the other party, looked at Mo Qingyun with disdain and said, "Don't you know, bringing strangers back to the clan will bring unknown danger to the clan?"

"Zhang Si, you have a little respect, this is the prince of the clan."

Hearing the other's disrespectful words, middle-aged Zhang Lei's face sank and he uttered angrily at him.

Upon hearing Zhang Lei's words, Zhang Si's brows frowned, and she looked at Mo Qingyun with a calm look.

Obviously, he was both skeptical and afraid of Mo Qingyun's princehood.

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