Everyone has chosen the demon clan, who would still practice seriously?

Xuanyuan Feng's defense was broken, "The world treats me so unfairly! Boohoo!"

"Do I really have to be single for the rest of my life?"

Randomly glanced around, "How many monks from the three realms are here?"

"Most of the famous ones with cultivation levels above the third level should be here."

Xuanyuan Feng sighed, "No one wants to let go of such a big piece of meat as Kong Youjing."

He nodded and led everyone towards the demon camp.

Along the way, the originally noisy crowd became quiet when they saw Ren Yi.

Many people have only heard of the devil but have never seen him in person.

This time, they could finally see the Demon King up close, and everyone's gazes were like searchlights, fixed firmly on Ren Yi.

The pearl curtain hanging from her forehead swayed slightly as she walked casually, revealing her delicate and almost enchanting face.

The slightest movement of the golden gem on the crown emitted a burst of golden light, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

The black and gold long-tailed royal robe was extremely exquisite and luxurious, and the black fur collar on the shoulder swayed gently in the cold wind.

Her long, fluffy black hair draped behind her made her look even more beautiful.

But his expression seemed very lazy, and he did not show any embarrassment or uneasiness in front of everyone's eyes.

Even a hint of contempt was revealed.

As if at a watershed, everyone automatically moved to both sides to make way.

It was not until Ren Yi's back disappeared in front that the discussion of the crowd started again.

"Is that the Demon King? He doesn't look like he has three heads and six arms."

"Don't be fooled by her weak appearance. In fact, she is a master strategist and her cultivation is unfathomable."

"Do you remember the Silver Snow City back then? They sacrificed themselves to perform the Great Purification Spell. If you go to Silver Snow City now, even the dogs on the street will bite you to vent their anger if you say anything bad about the Demon King!"

"The Demon King is indeed powerful. He abolished Prince Wan, succeeded the trial, led the Heavenly Demon Martial Competition, and pacified Juntian Academy..."

Several black-robed monks looked at each other and interrupted loudly on purpose.

"Stop flattering the devil!"

"She is tyrannical and cruel. To get to the top, she has killed countless people. How dare you think such a demon is so powerful?"

"Yeah, the Demon King saved Silver Snow City? How could he come back to life if he was really going to die? That's just nonsense!"

"Back then, Amoro Wangul suddenly disappeared, causing the demon race to split for so long, and you still worshipped her as your king? How ridiculous!"

"Prince Wan is always wrong. He is also a man who helped the demons to establish their kingdom. Why should we kill him?"

"Putting aside the facts, is the Demon King not at all wrong?"

When several demon monks heard this, they couldn't stand it any more:

"Is your brain full of shit? How could you say such stupid things?"

"That's normal. The Celestials practice magic every day and have become stupid!"

"Whether our Demon King is good or not is none of your business. I don't even know which wild man your Emperor of Heaven had the child with. How dare you say that about us?"

When the other members of the Celestial Clan who were watching the show nearby heard this, they all gathered around with eager eyes.

It seemed that the three tribes of demons were already quarreling in a mess and were ready to start fighting at any time.

Meng Hu, who was in the tent, was stopped just as he was about to rush out.

"sit down."

"Young Master, they are about to start a fight! If we don't stop them, the Three Realms Martial Arts Competition will be over before it even begins!"

He sat at the long table in the tent and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Let's make a fuss. The bigger the fuss, the better."

"They are just too idle. When their lives are not in danger, their minds are always unclear."

boom--!

Suddenly there was a huge roar coming from outside!

Someone shouted, "The Xuantian Sect and the Mosha Sect are fighting!"

He stood up casually and walked out quickly.

Meng Hu thought Ren Yi was finally going to stop him, but she heard Ren Yi muttering to himself:

"There's something exciting to watch! Hurry up and go!"

Meng Hu grabbed his hair angrily: "…………"

In the open space outside the camp, the two gangs of Xuantian Sect and Mosha Sect were fighting fiercely.

The leader faces the leader, the senior brother faces the senior sister, the minions face the followers.

"Xuantian Sect killed my eldest disciple! Anyone who dares to help them today will be an enemy of our Mosha Sect!"

After saying this, the leader of the Mosha Sect fell into the middle of the Xuantian Sect like a cannonball.

The leader of Xuantian Sect did not expect that the leader of Mosha Sect would disregard his status and suddenly attack his disciples. He attacked him with bloodshot eyes.

At this moment, a red tasseled spear shot out like lightning from a distance.

The gun body sank into the ground at an angle, stirring up huge pieces of rock that hit the demon sect leader heavily.

Before the leader of the Demonic Sect even landed on the ground, he was hit by a huge hammer and flew backwards!

The leader of Xuantian Sect was overjoyed and was about to give the leader of Mosha Sect a fatal blow from behind.

A figure quickly appeared behind him.

The man's speed was completely different from theirs. He came behind the leader of Xuantian Sect, turned around and kicked him.

The leader of Xuanmen collided with the leader of Moshamen like a cannonball!

The muffled thud made everyone present gasp.

After the two sect leaders landed one after another, a little boy holding a red tasseled spear appeared in front of everyone.

"During the Three Realms Martial Competition, anyone who moves recklessly will die!"