Yuan Hong turned directly into ashes.

Only knew Lu Zhuo's name before the temporary time, and he could suddenly understand why Lu Zhuo said that he didn't deserve to know.

Only the dead self can know the name of this person.

When Lu Zhuo finished all this, he turned to look inside the teahouse.

Whew!

Everyone in the teahouse, including Xu Wenchang, the monarch of the Xu Kingdom, all took a step back and looked at Lu Zhuo in horror.

The Dao Master can be killed, and these people are just small miscellaneous fish.

But soon, Xu Wenchang reacted that his life may be in the mundane!

Xu Wenchang was frightened, and then took three steps and two steps, knelt directly in front of Lu Zhuo, his eyes were full of horror and said loudly:

"The immortals are on top, and they are worshiped by Xu Wenchang, the ninety-eighth of the one hundred and forty-four wastelands. ”

"I killed you Xu Guo's people, can you accept it?" Lu Zhuo raised his eyebrows.

"Obey it!"

Xu Wenchang didn't dare to slack off and kowtowed.

"I killed the Dao Master you invited, can you accept it?" Lu Zhuo's voice was a little louder.

"I'm convinced!"

Xu Wenchang cried directly, with a crying voice.

"I have humiliated you in front of so many people today, can you accept it?"

Lu Zhuo's voice at this moment was deafening, and the ears of the people around him were about to bleed.

Boom!

At this moment, Xu Wenchang seemed to have been smashed from the air by a heavy hammer, and his entire body was completely touched to the ground, and a crackling sound sounded all over his body.

Even so, Xu Wenchang still cried with difficulty:

"I serve, I serve, I serve, I Xu Guo will never dare to hate the immortals, Xu Guo will set up a temple altar for the immortals, worship the immortals, and from now on, the people of Xu Guozhong will never step into Zhao County in the future!"

"In that case, then you get out. ”

Lu Zhuo waved his hand and said indifferently.

Xu Wenchang was like an amnesty, and those guards also hurriedly stepped forward and set up Xu Wenchang and left.

Seeing that Lu Zhuo was going to let Xu Wenchang go, the shopkeeper was stupid, and hurriedly stepped forward and said anxiously:

"Immortals, you can't let them go!

The shopkeeper's move is for his own sake, Xu Wenchang and him can be said to have a deep blood feud, if Xu Wenchang does not die, I am afraid he will not be able to feel at ease.

Lu Zhuo glanced at him: "I'll do things, it's your turn to give advice?"

The shopkeeper was suddenly silent, and he didn't dare to speak anymore, just by the look in his eyes just now, he knew that if he continued to talk about it, he was afraid that it would be a dead end.

Everyone in the teahouse watched Lu Zhuo walk out of the teahouse, and no one mentioned the tea money just now.

"How can there be such a person in the Qin Kingdom? It can't be!" Zhao Shanguo said with a cloudy face.

"I don't know, I feel that the wasteland that has been silent a lot is going to change greatly, first there are many Dao Lords, and now this Dao Lord can actually be killed, not only the Wasteland, I'm afraid the entire Dao Realm will change greatly. ”

Zhao Yu also frowned, and he couldn't think of it even if he wanted to break his head.

Outside the teahouse, Lu Zhuo was about to leave the Zhao Kingdom, or even leave the wasteland.

Spiritual weapons and ordinary mortals had no attraction to Lu Zhuo, and there was no point in staying here any longer.

"Immortal, can you save me?"

Zhao Yihuan, who was paralyzed on the ground, was exhausted, and it took all his strength to say this.

Lu Zhuo stopped and looked at the surrounding Zhao soldiers who were paralyzed on the ground, basically in a state of turning on their backs.

"Since you begged me, I will save you, but tell me, what do you have that is worth my help?"

Lu Zhuo put his hands behind his back and said with a smile.

The group of people in front of him is savable or not for Lu Zhuo, if Lu Zhuo doesn't make a move, they may be unable to move for the rest of their lives and starve to death.

"I" Zhao Yihuan just wanted to talk about the reason why Lu Zhuo wanted to save them, but he couldn't come up with it.

Lu Zhuo turned around and wanted to leave, chuckling:

"That's goodbye. ”

Zhao Yihuan really couldn't think of anything that could attract an immortal, she was already trapped, and she was so anxious that her face was red.

Just when Lu Zhuo was really about to turn around and leave, Zhao Ling'er, the monarch of Zhao Guo, who was under the golden armor of Zhao State, said softly:

"I am willing to offer the entire Zhao Kingdom to the immortals, and if the immortals need it, I can sacrifice it to the immortals myself. ”

Different from Zhao Yihuan, whose voice was extremely rough, Zhao Ling'er's voice was very crisp and ethereal, and the person seemed to be in the middle of the mountains with a sense of loneliness.

It's just that Zhao Ling'er's whole body is covered by golden armor, and outsiders can't see anything at all.

But Lu Zhuo still stopped when he heard this, and with just a wave of his hand, a breath swept out from between Lu Zhuo's sleeves like a dragon.

At this moment, there was a muffled sound on the field, and many Zhao soldiers also felt that they had strength in their bodies, and they got up from the ground one after another.

Zhao Yihuan patted the dust on his body, looked at Lu Zhuo with a responsible expression, and Zhao Ling'er, who was in the golden armor on the side, also struggled up from the ground, got up and said respectfully to Lu Zhuo:

"I want the immortals to come to the rescue, such a great grace, my Zhao Guo is unforgettable!"

Lu Zhuo nodded slightly, and said with a faint smile:

"Then from now on, all of you Zhao Guo will be my people. ”

After saying this, Lu Zhuo laughed and left Zhao Jun.

Only the soldiers of Zhao Guo who survived the catastrophe were left in the same place, and the people in the teahouse who were stunned.

At this moment, the owner of the teahouse walked down from the upstairs of the teahouse, trotted all the way to Zhao Ling'er, who was wearing golden armor, and bowed down and said:

"The subordinates asked Zhao Kuan to meet the monarch. ”

Zhao Ling'er was covered in armor, and there was the sound of gold and iron fighting between one movement, but at this moment, Zhao Ling'er didn't make a sound at all, and she knew that she was angry.

Zhao Kuan hurriedly knelt on the ground, his white-haired head on the ground with both hands knocked down directly, and screamed:

"The king has blessed that kid for more than ten years, and that kid has lived for more than ten years, if the king needs it now, I will immediately go back and take his life and present the king. ”

Zhao Kuan is talking about the second shopkeeper, although Xu Wenchang was originally the prince in Xu Guo, he was not favored, and he could be given the title by Xu Guojun at any time, so the people in Zhao didn't care much.

But no one expected that Xu Wenchang would later kill his brother and become the monarch, and since then, Zhao Guo can only continue to protect the shopkeeper for the sake of face, and now the two sides have torn their faces.

Seeing Zhao Kuan's tearful appearance, Zhao Linger was also a little unbearable:

"Forget it, that's it, with that immortal here, Xu Guo won't dare to mention this matter again in the future, but you Zhao Jun will close the door for a month first, and reflect on it yourself." ”

Zhao Kuan didn't complain and took the order.

After doing this, Zhao Ling'er looked at the road where Lu Zhuo left, and couldn't even see Lu Zhuo's back at all.

Zhao Linger sighed again:

"Is the ancestor's last words right?Why are so many Dao Masters suddenly appearing now, and who is this strong man?"

(End of chapter)