After the aura of the human being was completely hidden, he glanced at the clone, then swept out of the Blue Blood Teahouse in one step, and jumped to the top of the teahouse.
The deity took out the futon and sat on the top of the tea house. He said in a loud voice: "Today, I, Zhuo Wen, am sitting in Fengxue City. From now on, I, Zhuo Wen, will be the rule. If anyone is dissatisfied, then come to me, Zhuo Wen, at the Bixue Teahouse. I will
Zhuo Wen will accompany you to the end!"
As soon as I said these words, the entire foreign race in Fengxue City raised their heads and looked at Zhuo Wen's figure on the top of the Bixue Teahouse, with angry looks in their eyes.
This Zhuo Wen is too arrogant, he dares to say that he will follow the rules from now on.
But anger is anger, and Zhuo Wen's strength is there, but they dare to be angry but dare not speak out.
While all the aliens in Fengxue City were focusing on the human beings on the top of the teahouse, Zhuo Wen's clone and Sikou had quietly left the back door of the Bixue Teahouse and left Fengxue City through a secret passage.
After I felt that the clone had gone away, I stopped drawing hatred and returned to the Bixue Tea House.
As soon as Zhuo Wen's clone and Sikou left Phoenix Blood City, they took out their flying artifact and flew towards the Phoenix Clan's station.
However, Sikou was very smart. The route he chose to go to the Phoenix Clan was not an ordinary road, but another relatively remote and detoured road.
The purpose of doing this is naturally to avoid encountering strong people from the Phoenix clan.
Feng Buming and his party were extremely fast, almost racing, and they arrived at Fengxue City in two and a half days.
As soon as they entered Fengxue City, some aliens immediately complained to them. Zhuo Wen was so arrogant. He even made unscrupulous remarks on the top of the Bixue Tea House.
"This Zhuo Wen is really arrogant and has no bounds. Does he really think he is a green onion? How dare he say that he follows the rules of Phoenix Blood City!"
After hearing the complaint from the foreign race, the Second Protector of Xuanhuo had a murderous look in his eyes, and he had already sentenced Zhuo Wen to death in his heart!
"Let's go! Let's go to the Bixue Teahouse. The Bixue Sang has been silent. I'm afraid it was taken care of by Na Zhuowen. Today, we will demolish the Bixue Teahouse and then kill Na Zhuowen."
Feng Buming took the Second Protector of Xuanhuo and others and headed straight towards the Bixue Teahouse.
In Fengxue City, the foreigners who got the news followed Feng Buming and others one after another.
Many foreigners were secretly shocked after seeing Feng Buming's lineup.
This time, the Phoenix Clan was really angry. Not only did they send great masters like the Second Protector of Xuanhuo, but they also sent seven other masters who were in the early stages of Tongtian Lord.
With such a lineup, it would be easy to kill the strong ones in the middle stage of Tongtian Lord. Even the strong ones in the late stage of Tongtian Lord would probably be extremely embarrassed when surrounded by such a lineup.
"Then Zhuo Wen is finished! This time the Phoenix Clan is serious about it!"
"Haha, then Zhuo Wen really thinks that he is a person! Do you think he is great after killing the three leaders of Fengxue City and the elder Hong of the second clan? It is simply a fool's dream. Now the real strong man of the Phoenix clan has arrived.
It’s impossible for him not to die!”
"..."
In Fengxue City, many foreigners who were very unhappy with Zhuo Wen looked at the Phoenix clan's lineup with gloating on their faces.
They really wanted to see whether Zhuo Wen would kneel down and beg for mercy under the encirclement and suppression of such a lineup, or whether he would be stubborn to the end and still act arrogantly in his own way.
"Zhuowen, why don't you get out and die?"
Feng Buming came to the Bixue Tea House, with the Second Protector of Xuanhuo lined up behind him. His eyes were a little lustful and he shouted in a loud voice.
Yuan Erfu stood next to Feng Buming, with a hint of sneer in her beautiful eyes. She naturally believed that Zhuo Wen was bound to die this time.
"Feng Buming, this defeated general of yours is nothing but a waste. What qualifications do you have to let me go out and die?" Zhuo Wen's leisurely voice came from the Bixue Teahouse.
Then, the door of Bixue Teahouse opened, and Zhuo Wen dressed in white clothes slowly walked out.
Zhuo Wen looked around and found that except for the powerful Phoenix clan brought by Feng Buming, the other foreign races in Fengxue City had surrounded his Bixue Teahouse, blocking the way.
Zhuo Wen sneered in his heart, it seemed that these aliens in Phoenix Blood City were completely on the side of the Phoenix Clan.
This was expected by Zhuo Wen. Although he had acted very strong before, he was only a human being after all. Compared with behemoths like the Phoenix Clan, in the eyes of others, he was indeed insignificant.
"Everyone, as long as you are not a fellow Taoist of the Phoenix Clan, withdraw now and do not interfere in the grudges between me and the Phoenix Clan, then I, Zhuo Wen, will not cause trouble for you afterwards! Let alone hold grudge against you!"
"Of course, if you insist on turning against the Phoenix Clan and going against me, I believe you will regret it soon."
Zhuo Wen spoke slowly, his voice was very calm, but the calmness was full of cold sharpness.
"Haha, it's really ridiculous. Who do you think Zhuo Wen is? You still want to trouble us afterwards! You can tell us that, do you still have a chance afterwards? You are going to die now, and it will be ugly."
A foreigner sneered and sarcastic, which caused many foreigners around to laugh at him, their voices were loud and unscrupulous.
Feng Buming looked at Zhuo Wen mockingly and said: "Zhuo Wen, make no mistake, Phoenix Blood City is the place where our Phoenix Clan was founded. Who do you think you are? You dare to say that you will follow the rules of Phoenix Blood City from now on. Where are you?"
Come on and say this!"
After saying that, Feng Buming clapped his hands and said: "Everyone, if you can help me win this son today, the Phoenix clan will reward you heavily. This is my promise to you, Feng Buming! Now come with me to attack
Bar!"
After Feng Buming finished speaking, the numerous foreign races surrounding the Blue Blood Tea House rushed towards the Blue Blood Tea House in the center like a torrent.
Among the two protectors of Xuanhuo, the protector Heixuan followed closely with seven masters from the Phoenix clan, while the protector bloodfire stood beside Feng Buming, protecting the latter at all times.
After all, Feng Buming is the genius of the Phoenix clan and an important candidate for this Wusong Association. He cannot let Feng Buming have another accident.
Zhuo Wen stood quietly at the door of the teahouse. He slowly took out a formation flag and held it out.
Suddenly, an extremely terrifying pressure suddenly appeared within a ten-mile radius with the Bixue Teahouse as the center.
This coercion was so terrifying that it pressed down on everyone, making everyone feel even more stressed.
Twelve huge phantoms stepped forward from twelve directions on the edge of ten miles.
Twelve phantoms took a sudden step and happened to step into the midst of a different group of people.
Just hearing screams one after another, at this moment, three levels of aliens were trampled to death by the twelve ancestral witch shadows, and their souls were not spared.
"What? It's the Twelve Governors' Heavenly God Evil Formation... How is this possible?"
All the foreigners reacted and recognized this prestigious killing array. They were all frightened and felt regretful in their hearts.