Moreover, we were not in the mood to play any selection game with them. The reason why the Mou family and the other two entered the tribe was just to explore the Tang tribe. After all, even if I used the soul-chasing ghost technique, I couldn't find any clues about my grandfather's traces. I just sensed that it was indeed in this space, so I could only find it slowly.

The female manager posted a red list on the posting list outside the tribe city gate.

Although those words are obscure, they had learned similar knowledge from the girl Yuwei in the ancient illusion. However, this ancient era was obviously not the late ancient times, so there were some differences in accents, so we had to become familiar with the language.

"What is this selection?" The fat man didn't know the extremely simple symbolic font in ancient times. He looked at the ghost painting talisman on it and was confused and asked in a voice transmission.

I glanced at it and was a little surprised: "This is the selection of reserve cadres..."

When he heard the reserve cadres, the fat man was covered in black and muttered to the voice: "What the hell is the cadre? Do you think this is a modern recruitment notice, and you also reserve cadres! Isn't that thing fooling people? To put it bluntly, it's an intern or something like that!"

The fat man didn't buy it at all. After all, many of our high school classmates were in junior college and were now in junior high school and started internships. The fat man had long seen the reserve cadres recruiting.

Many students don’t know the depth and really think they are cadres, but the result is that…

"That, that thing is still true..." Ling Tong also smiled.

"It's almost the same. These people were selected not for the Tang tribe themselves, but for the human race, preparing to join the battlefield of the demon god!"

I was also a little surprised. Unexpectedly, the world we came to, the demon god clan, had just become a climate, and had not yet been recognized in the yin and yang worlds.

"Demon God Battlefield?" The fat man also became interested and instantly captured effective information, frowned and said, "Can Grandpa Fang be brought here for this Demon God Battlefield? Or, the damn old ghost head, his purpose is to get involved in the Demon God Battlefield?"

I nodded secretly, but what flashed through my mind was the same grimace as the old ghost.

If that person is the Great Sage, would he also put his claws here?

Thinking of this, my face became solemn. If this is true, then our mission will become complicated again this time.

While thinking about it, many people had already registered. Fatty and I, who had no interest in this selection and were not ready to play with them, thought about it and decided to join here as we were.

As for grandpa's soul, since the old ghost head put him in with all his energy, it is impossible for him to have something wrong in a short period of time, and there are probably other means. In this way, grandpa and Hao Ren's soul should be safe for the time being.

"Xinyu, Seventh Brother, here!" A young woman waved to us in the crowd.

My eyes paused slightly, and the figure of this woman flashed through my mind. In the reincarnation scene, this woman often appears, and is also a younger generation of disciples of the Mou family. It seems that she is the clan sister of Mou Xinyu and Mou Qi, and the eldest among female disciples in this generation.

The young man is already twenty-six or seven years old, and his strength is half a step above the peak of a saint. His talent is as talented as Mou Qi and Mou Xin Yuruo, and his potential is only in the early stage of the Ghost Saint. And his luck is only light purple. Even in the modern world, such luck is still high-level and not particularly rare.

However, in modern times, even if you have purple luck, you will be at least a rich businessman or a half-official position. Anyway, you will not be an ordinary person.

Of course, here...

I secretly glanced at the whole audience with the reincarnation eye, and suddenly, the light of luck soared into the sky, colorful and dazzling. Moreover, due to the different colors and strengths of luck, the light columns that rose into the sky also had highs and lows.

Surprisingly, in the crowd, I actually found two black luck lights that soared into the sky!

I remember that in the ghost world, those Ghost Saint Geniuses and the strongest ones were just dark black. There were only a few golden paper men I had seen so far, and none of them were not a big boss.

For example, the Empress of Ghost, Qin Shihuang, Afangnu, and the Empress who has been passed down through the ages...

Of course, as for us, although the luck of Ren Shuai, Judgment Cui and others cannot be clearly seen, Ren Shuai will definitely not be weaker than the golden color, and will not even be far from the strongest old Xing we have seen so far. After all, even one of the two clones, he is also the clone of Yan Mowang who is born with the ghost world, and will definitely not be weak.

As for the fat man, I can't see clearly now. I used to be close to each other and could not see through it. Now it is because he has gradually awakened the soul of the King of Hades. Not only luck, but also talent and potential, I can't see it.

As for Yuwei, it is simpler than me, the fat man Ren Shuai and Lei Xiang, and she is also lucky. But for some reason, I always feel that the little bit of Yuwei’s information I can see now is not complete.

While thinking, my eyes swept across the two black rays of luck.

Wherever he is, there is a man and a woman. The young man looks like he is in his twenties, but he is already in the realm of the earthly fairy. The girl is not old, she should be only seventeen or eighteen years old, but her strength is at the peak of a saint!

I nodded secretly, I was worthy of being a guy with black luck. I reached the peak of a saint at the age of seventeen or eighteen. No one in the audience could compare to him. Even the young man with black luck was slightly inferior.

These two people should also be the prides of the two tribes, and you can tell by looking at the people gathered around them.

In addition, most of them have red luck, and a few purples are considered young geniuses of the tribe.

"The middle tribe, the Da Yan family, the eighteenth generation disciples, the thirteenth people, Yan Lan, Yan Fengyun, Yan Shuanger, Yan Gang, Yan Longqi... registration and selection...

"The inferior tribe..."

"Xinyu, haven't you gone out to hunt? Where are the prey?" The young woman from the Mou family, with three brothers of the same clan, squeezed over from the crowd, looked at us with a smile, and bowed to Ling Tong: "I've seen Uncle Tong."

Ling Tong nodded, and didn't say much. In the reincarnation scene, he learned that Mou Tong himself was not a person who liked words. He was very silent, but he acted reliably and safely. He was a younger disciple among the second generation, so he stayed with Mou Xinyu and Mou Qi for a long time to greet and protect him.

"Are you all here to join in the fun?" I nodded slightly when the young woman looked at me.
Chapter completed!