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The orange-haired demon can master the magic taught by Zuo Mo immediately.

The orange-haired demon looked up to the sky and laughed. The orange-red hair on his head was flying like a ball of flame. He said proudly: "A genius like me, black magic and so on, can no longer satisfy me!"

Awen didn't like this guy, so he looked with contempt on his face: "With your little skills, I can beat you to the ground with just one finger."

The orange-haired demon was furious: "Come on, come on! Let's fight for three hundred rounds. Whoever escapes first will be the puppy!"

Awen also glared angrily: "I'm afraid you are a son of a bitch!"

Ping ping ping pong!

"It's starting again!" Nan Yue touched her forehead with her hand, her face full of helplessness.

"Just get used to it." The black smoke demon remained calm.

Ming Juezi and Cangze raised their heads at the same time, looked at each other in a tacit understanding, then lowered their heads at the same time, and returned to their own cultivation.

Zuo Mo taught them new sorcery, but the most valuable thing was explaining the Tai'an Demon Monument to them.

Each of them had a copy of the rubbings of the Tai'an Demon Monument, which was very complete. They had all kinds of magic at their fingertips, and Zuo Mo's superb level of skills immediately attracted their attention.

Listening with them, there were also a group of flower demons.

Awen was the only one who practiced magic skills. However, to Zuo Mo's expectation, among all the people, two people made the greatest progress, one was the orange-haired demon, and the other was Awen.

It goes without saying that the orange-haired demon has made great progress. Although his nerves often jump out of line, his cultivation talent is also as unclear as his nerves.

Awen was even weirder. Zuo Mo was clearly explaining sorcery, but Awen was progressing in magic skills.

But the two guys who have made the most progress don't like each other anyway, and they have to play ping-pong several times every day, especially when Zuo Mo is not around.

However, Zuo Mo caught him this time.

Awen stood in front of Zuo Mo with a low eyebrow, while the orange-haired demon kept winking at Zuo Mo. The others looked expectant. Do you want to punish these two guys who have no bottom line?

"Ahem, why do you guys fight and kill all day long?" Zuo Mo asked pretendingly.

"He is jealous of my amazing talent and handsome face!" the orange-haired demon said seriously.

Awen was furious: "You! Come on, let's fight for three hundred rounds!"

"Don't run!" The orange-haired demon's eyes lit up.

"Whoever runs away is the son of a turtle!"

"You are a turtle son!"

"I kill you!"

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In desperation, Zuo Mo had no choice but to take action and imprison the two of them. However, the two imprisoned people still glared at each other.

"I have a way to tell the difference between you." Zuo Mo raised his hand.

"any solution?"

"One of you practices the demonic body and the other practices sorcery, so naturally you can't tell the difference."

"That's right, that's right!" The two nodded loudly. They didn't like each other, but they practiced completely different techniques. They couldn't compete with each other, they could only fight each other.

"In this case, why don't you practice the same thing at the same time, so that it's clear who is higher and who is lower?" Zuo Mo followed suit.

"Haha! The boss is indeed the boss. He is indeed as powerful as me. He can come up with such a good idea!" The orange-haired monster smiled happily.

"Huh! I just want to convince you!" Awen snorted coldly.

Zuo Mo smiled wickedly: "I have a set of exercises here, which require practicing spiritual power, spiritual consciousness, and demonic body at the same time. But let me tell you first, this set of exercises is very difficult to practice."

"Is the difficulty high? If it's not high, it won't reflect the level of genius!" the orange-haired demon said carelessly.

"Hmph, the harder it is, the better. Only in this way can a certain guy be convinced that he lost!" Awen snorted coldly.

"You are such an idiot, just wait to lick the genius orange's toes!" The orange-haired demon looked up at the sky proudly.

"Kill you little bitch!" Awen glared angrily, his eyes spitting fire.

"Oh oh oh! You really have fighting spirit! You are very motivated! Not bad, not bad! Each person has one copy of the exercises." Zuo Mo smiled and held out two jade slips.

Each of them took one.

Zuo Mo patted the orange-haired demon on the shoulder: "Big Orange, don't lose your reputation as a genius!"

"Boss, don't worry!" The orange-haired demon said proudly: "There is no technique in this world that can stump the genius Orange!"

Zuo Mo walked up to Awen, smiled and patted Awen on the shoulder: "Awen, the reputation of the Wei camp is waiting for you to defend it!"

"Don't worry, boss! Fuck him to death!" Awen gritted his teeth.

"Rude!" the orange-haired demon said with disdain.

"Idiot!" Awen glared.

"Come on!" Zuo Mo smiled and waved at the two of them and walked away.

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"It's too difficult to enter Xiaomogo's war department! I heard that only eight of them entered today!"

"It's normal. Think about it, don't you see that there is no shortage of people under my command? If there weren't too many people this time, how could they form another war department?"

"Hey, it's so irritating that people are more powerful than people. Didn't you see how jealous the forces nearby are? I heard my brother say that there is a group of people around them now. Hey, as long as you can pass the first round of selection, you can

Don’t worry about finding a new partner. If you can pass two rounds of selection, dear, there will be at least twenty potential partners for you to choose from, and the treatment will be amazing!”

"No matter how good the treatment is, it is not as good as Xiao Mogo's war department. He can kill a handsome man at such a young age. His future is not comparable to that of those small forces. Maybe he can become a king!"

"King Cheng? You are exaggerating..."

…

The hotel is full of discussions about Laughing Mogo. As the hottest topic recently, there are endless news about it every day. Moreover, Laughing Mogo is only in his twenties and has created such a series of miracles, which has great influence among young people.

Power, reaching an astonishing degree.

This age is an age of impassioned and ambitious people. Such a living idol is undoubtedly extremely inspiring to them.

No one noticed that when an old man in the corner heard Xiao Mo Ge kill Shuai Jie, his cloudy and dim eyes suddenly flashed with light.

The old man was bald, his face was wrinkled, his clothes were shabby, and he was very down and out.

He drank the bad wine in front of him, then got up and walked out of the hotel.

Walking silently on the street, the wind blew by, making his figure desolate and lonely.

"Those who have been passing by, take a look! The latest arrival, the unparalleled battle, Laughing Mogo kills Yu Shuai, the new mirage, exclusive arrival, recorded on the spot by those who experienced it, you have to watch...

"

The hoarse shouts of the roadside shopkeepers reached the old man's ears, and the old man's footsteps froze.

"How many?"

"Fifteen magic shells!"

"give me one."

"okay!"

When the old man walked to the corner, he released a mirage.

The merchant did not lie. It was indeed first-hand information. However, the recorder was not very strong. The power fluctuations at that time were very disruptive, and the image was not very clear.

The old man looked slowly and carefully.

When he saw the battle between Zuo Mo and Yu Shuai, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed through his cloudy eyes. At this time, the old man was like a sharp-edged and fierce soldier, full of danger.

But he soon noticed that it was back to its previous appearance.

But when he saw the ghost, his body suddenly shook, especially in the image, the purple light suddenly bloomed in the ghost's eyes. The old man felt as if he had been struck by thunder and remained motionless!

Two lines of hot tears suddenly rolled down from both sides of his cloudy eyes.

The mirage in front of me shattered into countless points of light without any warning.

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"A sword cultivator?"

A cold voice came from far above the hall, and the generals below were as silent as cicadas.

"Yes!" The speaker lay on the ground, not daring to move. His face was full of fear, and large drops of sweat dripped from his forehead and fell on the bluestone, which could be clearly heard throughout the hall.

The generals looked at him sympathetically.

"A sword cultivator is running rampant in my territory. Ha!" The cold voice showed no trace of emotion, as if he was describing a simple fact.

The demon lying on the ground was sweating faster, and the expressions of other generals also changed slightly. Everyone could tell that the master was angry!

"good very good!"

The face of the demon lying on the ground was ashen. He suddenly kowtowed, raised his blood-stained face, and said with a trembling voice: "This subordinate is incompetent! Let the master down! I will die to apologize, and I have no regrets! This subordinate has no regrets!"
To be continued...