Many people in the spiritual practice frowned in disgust.

In their eyes, the demons are rude, inferior, and inferior, and they are not worthy of them.

Dignified spiritual practice, but also a very promising spiritual practice at a young age, mixing with a demons, wouldn't it be self-defeating?

"Oh, it's no wonder I haven't heard of any Xiaoyao school before. At first glance, it's a low-level school. Any cat or dog can be recruited into the school."

"If I and a demon clan become the same brother, how can I meet people in the future!"

Because in the territory of the Demon Race, these people dare not speak ill of the Demon Race loudly.

But whispering, spiritual power transmission is endless.

Although Mu Yan couldn't hear what they were talking about, she couldn't guess what they were just looking at.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help but a sneer smile.

She walked a few steps to the magic crystal platform and looked at the man who walked down from the stage Shi Shiran.

The tenth round of the general election for pro-promotion ended silently.

The result is naturally no suspense.

From the moment Di Mingjun stood on the Demon Crystal Platform, the other nine people were doomed to fail.

Especially those nine people are spiritual practitioners.

They didn't even have the interest to go up and compete with Lord Monarch.

How did the trivial Xuanxian compete with the emperor Exian, the number one master of Xiuxian mainland?

Isn't that more ridiculous than worms shaking trees and pebbles hitting rocks?

But the man who won without fighting was obviously not happy.

When he thought that the boy in front of him wanted to marry another woman, he couldn't restrain the burning anger in his chest.

Mu Yan looked up at the handsome face of the man, and asked in a voice that everyone could hear: "Emperor, if I want to take root in the extreme region, do you agree?"

Di Mingjun slowly walked down the stairs and came to her. The distance between the two was so close that they could almost breathe.

He asked in a voice that only two of them could hear: "If you promise me not to marry a demon princess, I will agree, how about?"

A mischievous sly smile flashed in Mu Yan's eyes, and she slowly said, "If I don't marry a demon princess, won't you marry it?"

"natural."

Mu Yan endured the amusement and said softly: "Di Mingjun, remember what you are saying now, don't regret it later."

Di Mingjun frowned, and a doubt flashed in her eyes.

What can he regret?

Regret for agreeing not to marry a demon princess?

joke!

Since seeing the boy in front of him, there is only this person in his mind, so why would he want to marry a demon princess?

Emperor Mingjun forcibly resisted the urge to hold people in his arms, and said lightly: "If Xiaoyaomen wants to enter the extreme realm, this monarch should open up a hill in the imperial realm for you."

Wow!

As soon as this remark came out, the devotees were shocked.

What the hell?!

Within the imperial domain?!

What position is that within the imperial realm of the extreme domain?

There is the most powerful protective cover outside, and the extreme army inside. Whether it is safety or resources, all sects dream of it.

Now so light and flirty to give a little-known school?

It happened that the group of people from Xiaoyaomen looked like they were taken for granted, with only joy on their faces but not flattery.

This made the acid water in the hearts of the spiritual practitioners almost drowned them.

However, at this moment, I only heard the icy voice of Demon Lord killing the sky above the main seat of the Tianmei Temple.

"Why bother to go to the extreme domain and seek far away."

"As long as Xiaoyaomen is willing to stay under Qianyuan, the location of the Demon Palace is up to you, and the Xumi mustard space is up to you."

Everyone took a breath.