Yunzhong City is a small city.

And it is full of traces of history.

Even the city walls are a bit mottled.

It is covered with beacon fire, wolf smoke and knife marks and sword holes.

Take a look from a distance.

I felt a strong breath of time coming to my face.

Very thick.

It's mind-blowing.

at this time.

This originally prosperous town was filled with a chilling atmosphere.

Groups of soldiers were stationed on the city wall.

Wearing armor.

Holding a long knife in hand.

The cold light sparkled.

Murderous.

besides.

There are also many saints and saint-king level experts sitting in the small town.

Send out groups of troops.

Search in all directions.

Want to find the murderer who destroyed the Tianpeng tribe's ancestral land.

When Zhuang Fan arrived.

I happened to see several groups of people leaving Yunzhong City.

Rush to somewhere else.

"It seems that the Tianpeng tribe has spent a lot of money this time to catch the person who smashed their ancestral graves. Unfortunately, no matter how hard these people try, they can't imagine that I will kill them in return."

He glanced coldly at the groups of people walking away.

A fierce look flashed in Zhuang Fan's eyes

then.?

A foot-stepping getaway.

The figure is like electricity.

It seemed as if it was about to turn into a line of blue smoke.

Fly to Cloud City.

After some cross-examination.

Zhuang Fan walked into Yunzhong City calmly.

The soldiers responsible for the interrogation were not very advanced and could not see through the secret technique he used to change the world.

Time is passing quickly.

Three hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhuang Fan walked around the street a few times.

I heard people whispering around me.

I finally found out where the saints and saint kings of the Tianpeng tribe sit.

immediately.

He walked towards the Zuihuang Tower in the city.

Zuihuanglou is a very famous restaurant.

Even though it's in a small town.

But even from a big clan like the Tianpeng clan, there are always powerful people here to have a few drinks.

Just because the Baihua Wine they sell here is not only full of spiritual energy and mellow in aroma, but it can even make an emperor drunk.

?at this time.

Although there are saints and saint kings from the Tianpeng tribe sitting in Zuihuang Tower, the restaurant is still doing business.

People come and go.

There is an endless stream.

Zhuang Fan followed the surging flow of people and walked into the restaurant.

I followed the waiter to a quieter corner and sat down.

I ordered a bottle of wine and some specialty side dishes.

He ate without caring about himself.

At the same time, he also looked at the surrounding environment.

I'm thinking about taking action later.

How can we prevent the powerful Tianpeng tribe from counterattacking on the verge of death?

Catch all those people in one fell swoop.

"Brothers, have you heard that the Tianpeng tribe went to war this time, mobilized so many people, and blocked the surrounding cities, all just to find a young man."

"Young man? What did he do that actually triggered so many strong men from the Tianpeng tribe to go out? Could it be that he dug up the ancestral graves of the Tianpeng tribe?"

"I really made you guess. This young man really dug up the Tianpeng clan's ancestral graves, and even flattened the entire graveyard.

That’s why the Tianpeng tribe is so angry and wants to catch the murderer at all costs and kill him to protect the face of their tribe.”

"With so many strong men still unable to capture a young man, I think the Tianpeng clan's face will only be lost more and more."

"..."

The diners around were whispering.

Full of curiosity about the people who touch the Tianpeng tribe.

I don’t know what kind of young man he is, but he doesn’t care so much about the majesty the Tianpeng clan has accumulated over time.

They directly smashed their ancestral graves.

And he was able to stay alive for so long while being chased by so many strong men.

He is simply a god-like existence.

It's so shocking.

"I didn't expect that smashing the Tianpeng clan's ancestral tomb would have such a huge impact. Even people in the small town were talking about it. It seems that the Tianpeng clan will definitely lose their face this time and completely become a bastard among all races.

laughing stock."

Zhuang Fan took a sip of wine.

Touching his chin.

I thought in my heart.

A powerful clan like the Tianpeng clan, whose eyes are higher than the top and who are aloof.

It might not be a big deal to actually kill a few of them.

But if they throw their face on the ground and rub it hard, it will definitely hurt them to the bone.

This time not only were their ancestral graves dug up.

They also want to kill all the searchers they sent out.

Use this loud and crisp big-eared scraper and slap it hard on the face of the Tianpeng tribe.

"Xiaoer, let me ask you something. Do you know which room the Tianpeng tribe's saint and saint king are in? I have important information to tell them."

Put down the glass.

Zhuang Fan called the waiter.

He took out a Wanjie Stone from his arms.

Throw it to him.

He asked slowly.

"Sir, the adults of the Tianpeng clan are all in the Tianzihao box upstairs. If you have anything, I can help you report it."
To be continued...