Chapter 422 Selection of Young Chiefs![ Quality completion, please support!]

Some people say that if you are serious, you will lose.

Many times, in fact, it is not a mistake to be serious. Not only will you not lose, but you will also achieve unexpected success.

For example, Zimo at this time.

For the white tiger who knelt down and called himself king, Qi Mo's heart trembled so suddenly. The seriousness in his roughness made his personality gradually evacuated unconsciously that he put away his tired and lazy appearance. Some things must be taken seriously, because your acceptance or not may be replaced. It represents the assumption and loss of a responsibility, and even if it is serious, it is likely to involve countless lives.

His eyes changed. Qi Mo looked at the face of the white tiger and suddenly felt that he should not deceive him. However, the earnestness and expectation made Qi Mo unable to bear to tell the truth. Until this time, Qi Mo's original inattention had disappeared.

He doesn't care much about other people's evaluation of himself, but he cares about his own evaluation of himself.

"King!!"

When Qi Mo was pondering whether to tell Bai Dahu the truth, Bai Dahu shouted again, with a stubborn paranoia and unspeakable respect in his tone.

Oh, forget it, just make a mistake. Now that I am alone, I really need a safe guarantee, and I will definitely compensate him in the future.

With a tangled sigh, Qi Mo also figured it out. Now even if he tells the truth, it will not only disappoint the White Tiger, but may even save his life. Why bother?

"Call..."

Deeply exhaled a turbid breath, Qi Mo nodded and said to Bai Dahu, "Get up, you don't have to call me king."

"No! You are the king!"

Bai Dahu's face was happy and he got up, but this honest big man disobeyed the words of the 'king'.

You are the king...

Hearing this, Zimo smiled helplessly. The orcs are really cute....

"My name is Qimo, are you a Baitang tiger clan?"

Qimo did not correct the attitude of Bai Dahu. It's better to stop. Too much entanglement with these makes people. His tone turned and said to Bai Dahu, but his eyes turned to the big snake from time to time.

"Yes, Wang, my name is Bai Dahu. Although my Baitanghu is not a bully, I still talked about it in this Tianzhu Mountains. This is the snake man, the good brother of my big tiger, who is the heir of the 'blood python' clan, who is exactly 30 years younger than me."

As soon as the white tiger's voice fell, the big snake also changed its shape. After a while, it turned into a long, white-faced little man. However, its triangular eyes were a little destructive of a handsome appearance.

Seeing this, Qi Mo's eyes had a enlightened look. The name Snake Lang was really appropriate, and when he heard the White Tiger talk about Bai Tanghu's strong position in this 'Tianzhu Mountains', his eyes were also difficult to hide his joy.

In his current situation, in this strange environment, the most important thing is to ensure his safety. Although the spiritual level is also a good cultivation, Qi Mo understands that such cultivation is extremely unsightly in such a large mountain range, and monsters are rampant in the mountains, but There are no rules. While many things are based on preferences, the standard of all judgments is whose fist is hard and whose fist is big.

Because of the preconceived concept at first, Bai Dahu and Qi Mo chatted for a while, but there was no doubt at all. Although the snake man had a faint confusion in his triangular eyes, he did not say a word, which made Qi Mo calm down.

Then, Qi Moqian cleaned up the 'trophy' on the poison king, that is, spit out the dark cold spirit in the palm of his hand, froze his body, and then hit it out with a strong force. The ice sculpture turned into countless fragments and disappeared.

Bai Dahu asked Qi Mo to go back to their ethnic group to have a look. Although Qi Mo was extremely unwilling to go, he had to agree to see Bai Dahu's eyes and his safety considerations.

And the snake man also had nothing to do. He left the clan to practice and sharpen, and ran blindly outside. It was better to be with the white tiger. Therefore, the three of them went to the white tiger's ethnic group.

The group of the White Tiger is in the middle of the Tianzhu Mountains, because the Baitang Tiger is also a big family in the Tianzhu Mountains, and the regional concept of the monster is that the stronger it is, the more it can go deep into the mountains, and the strength of the White Tiger is obviously qualified to dominate the whole Tianzhu Mountains.

It takes about three days to get there.

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The Tianzhu Mountains, about ten kilometers away from Qimo, are two dull-faced middle-aged people galloping in the mountains.

Both of them are dressed in earth-colored robes, and their faces are white, but their irritable color is extremely strong.

"Brother, what kind of cultivation do you think that boy is now?"

A middle-aged man embroidered with the word "king" embroidered with the word "king" on his robe asked the middle-aged man embroidered with the word "king" next to him.

"If you don't want to make progress, you can fool around all day long. It's nothing more than the middle of the baby."

A trace of disdain appeared in the middle-aged eyes of the yellow word 'king', and his tone was quite ridiculed.

"Hey, it seems that the boy was in the middle of the baby when he left ten years ago. How could he not survive at all? He is the heir of the patriarch.

The light yellow 'king' said brightly in the eyes of the middle-aged man.

"Huh, the successor? He also deserves it?! Only the little master of the elder is qualified to take on the heavy responsibility of the rejuvenation of our tiger clan. This boy is not qualified!!"

When middle-aged people hear the words of 'heir', the middle-aged man's eyes are full of anger. Obviously, the status of the so-called patriarchal heir is extremely important in his heart.

"Hey, that's what the eldest brother said, but the little wild seed is really lucky. An abandoned wild seed was actually favored by the patriarch. He has no children and takes care of him so much. However, the boy is indeed very disappointing. He actually mixes with the demon snake all day long, relying on his qualifications and The ability is really not comparable to the little master!"

The light yellow 'king' middle-aged man raised the corners of his mouth and said with his eyes rolling.

"Well, hurry up. There won't be much time for the 'Young Clan Chief Selection' competition. We must arrive as soon as possible and complete the instructions of the elder."

The middle-aged man said indifferently with the yellow word 'King'.

After saying that, a vague murderous spirit burst out in his eyes!