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

"Who is this child?"

"His cultivation is at least the seventh level! He has been practicing since he was in his mother's womb, right?"

"He looks like a little boy, holding a red tasseled spear, and has great strength. I know he is Fang Yiru, the Lord of Silver Snow City!"

Xiaoru's eyes met Ren Yi's, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"elder sister!"

He ran towards them happily, and everyone turned around and looked back.

Only then did they realize that Ren Yi was standing behind the crowd, looking at them indifferently.

Everyone shuddered and automatically took a few steps back.

Xiaoru threw himself into Ren Yi's arms, hugged Ren Yi's waist, and rubbed his little face against hers.

He looked up at Ren Yi, "Xiao Ru missed you so much!"

Ren Yi smiled and patted his head, "Sister has a gift for you."

"Jiu Rongfu is dead. This is the Bai Ze beast that he imprisoned at the bottom of the cliff."

"It has been struggling desperately, so Jiu Rongfu couldn't contract it. It has been waiting for you!"

Fat Jiujiu turned around, picked up a little white dog lying on its back, and gently placed it in Xiaoru's arms.

Xiaoru held the little ball in his arms, tears instantly rolling down his cheeks.

"Xiao Bai! Xiao Bai!"

The puppy also rubbed Xiaoru's face affectionately and licked his hand with its little tongue.

The onlookers all stretched their necks to look at the puppy in Xiaoru's arms.

"What kind of monster is it? I can't see clearly."

"It's very small and white, like a puppy."

"Although dog-like monsters are loyal, few of them are talented."

"No matter how high his cultivation is, he is just a child. How can he be dismissed so easily?"

Just as everyone was talking, a strong golden light burst out from the Bai Ze beast.

The contract totem appeared in front of Xiaoru, then slowly shrank and sank into the forehead of the Bai Ze beast.

The next moment, the body of the Bai Ze beast suddenly swelled and grew larger.

But in the blink of an eye, the puppy-sized Bai Ze beast turned into a huge white lion.

It is said to be a lion, but it has two long antlers on its forehead.

Xiaoru turned over and rode on the back of the Bai Ze beast, touching its smooth fur.

Everyone: "…………"

"The White Ze Beast! This legendary beast, the Demon King just gave it away like that? Are the benefits of the demons so good?"

"The tears of shame flowed from the corners of my mouth."

"Lemons on the lemon tree, you and me under the lemon tree, I'm so sour."

"Why would you be envious? If you have a cultivation level above the seventh level, people will be eager to get you wherever you go. You can't be envious."

Xiao Ru smiled and looked at Ren Yi: "Don't worry, sister. I'll be here to maintain order these two days. No one dares to mess around!"

The Bai Ze beast also barked twice in cooperation.

Everyone: "…………"

The leaders of Xuantian Sect and Mosha Sect were both injured. Even if they still had hatred in their hearts, they could only suppress it temporarily.

The few men in black who had instigated trouble in the crowd looked at each other and retreated from the crowd.

A random look fell on them vaguely, and he smiled slightly.

At daybreak, the Emperor of Heaven arrived with the cultivators of the Celestial Clan.

As soon as he landed, he yawned loudly.

A banquet was held last night according to the tradition of the demon clan.

Prince Wei and his companions drank until midnight.

When it was almost dawn, Ren Yi finally pulled away from there and rushed back to the Heavenly Palace to accompany this group of people once more.

Yun An looked at Ren Yi with concern: "Your Majesty, did you not get enough rest?"

"You knew you were going to Wanren Mountain the next day, but you still persisted in your training last night. I really admire you."

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly and he smiled faintly.

Xuanyuan Feng came up and greeted Ren Yi as usual. Perhaps because of Shu Yuan, he did not show that much enthusiasm towards the demons.

The demon clan’s camp is in the west, while the celestial clan’s camp is in the middle.

The human race, the master of balancing things, is in the middle.

Yun An and Ren Yi took the initiative to report the latest situation.

"In the past two months, the friction between the Demon Clan and the Celestial Clan has intensified. It's not just the small sects and independent cultivators, but also several large sects that have violated the truce agreement and started fighting."

"Especially since there are quite a few human cultivators among them, the situation is even more complicated."

Ren Yi looked at Yun An, "Then what do you think is the reason?"

"Within such a short period of time, the friction has become so intense and frequent. It must be because someone is behind it."

Random nodded approvingly.

Yun An's cultivation might not be the strongest in Heavenly Palace, but he is meticulous and calm.

He is indeed a promising talent.

In the following days, many cultivators from all races in the three realms came and gathered at Wanren Mountain.

On the first day of the new year, the Three Realms Martial Arts Competition officially begins.