First-class queen: woman, don't be too arrogant

Chapter 386 Marriage Recruitment Conference 8
Mu Huang said slowly and arrogantly: "I have quite a few candidates for Nanyuan Wenzhi who are peerless in martial arts."

"This is the same way." Qianyeli played with the wine glass in his hand, and glanced at Feng Yunao, the emperor of the sky who had been smiling.

Feng Yunao leaned on the jade chair, unmoved, as if he knew that Emperor Mu would not end immediately.

"The last one." Amidst the loud shouts below, the Duke of Ribu uttered a deafening roar, shaking the crowd in all directions.

Immediately afterwards, he shouted almost at the end of his voice: "I am the current young master of the ancient survivors of Nanyuan, Helian Fengyun."

As soon as these words came out, Mu Huang, who had been leaning on the back of the chair to watch the play with a calm expression, suddenly darkened.

Helian Fengyun?The ancient survivors of Nanyuan?Little Lord?

Who is this?
Accompanied by Mu Huang's downcast expression, a group of people slowly flew over from the sky outside the arena.

All white fur robes shrouded ten handsome men who are unparalleled in the world, and against their cold faces, they looked even more like flying immortals from the sky.

The ten people walked in twos and twos, and the six people walked slowly through the air.

The four people in the middle were carrying a large chair made of snow-white spar, which was completely made of pure plant spar, shining brightly in the sun.

And on the large spar chair carried by those four people, one person was wearing a fiery red fur robe, leaning lazily among them.

Looking around, the posture is natural.

Obviously, his appearance was not as good as the ten attendants behind him, but those lazy eyes swept across the world, making people dare not look up.

A golden golden lion lay quietly on the back, allowing the man to lean on it, his eyes narrowed, seeing everything in front of him and nothing in front of him.

From a distance, it looks like a fire in the snow-capped mountains, extremely dazzling.

Glamorous, rampant, eye-catching... All the words to describe their line of work suddenly poured into the hearts of everyone below, this line, this line...

Ten people came slowly through the air and landed firmly in the No.16 position.

The man on the crystal stone chair raised his head slowly, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked around.

"Bang." Mu Huang's cup on the king's platform was crushed instantly by him.

At this time, Muhuang looked at the group of people below, his face was almost completely black with anger.

Damn it, Fengyun, this bastard Fengyun.

What the fuck are the ancient survivors, this woman, damn it, she owes her lessons, but... actually...

(End of this chapter)