The two demon cultivators' bodies were shocked, they had naturally heard of Lu Yun's name, and even the young masters of various tribes were not opponents, so they didn't expect to come to Zhuoming City.

Lu Yun also stopped talking, since he had decided to be strong, let's start with these two people.

He snorted coldly, and a huge palm turned into a huge palm in his hand, grabbing the frightened two demon cultivators in his hand.

With a squeeze of their palms, the two demon cultivators didn't even have time to scream, and they turned into a pile of minced meat.

When the foreign monks saw this scene in the distance, their bodies were shaken, and they turned their heads and left.

The strength of the foreign monks in Zhuo Ming City is not strong, and the information that Lu Yun killed the two demon cultivators immediately came, making all the foreign monks jump in their hearts, could it be that the human race wants to clash with the foreign monks.

Their strength was not strong, so they could only leave here first, and soon, the foreign monks in Zhuo Ming City disappeared, and the garrison of Zhuo Ming City suddenly lost the pressure.

Lu Yun took a few people to quietly go to see Zhuo Buyan, and he was very happy to see that Zhuo Buyan had adapted to the life of ordinary people.

Such a peaceful life is not a kind of happiness, but it is a pity that this happiness is hidden under the crisis.

Lu Yun didn't go to see Zhuo Buyan because he was afraid of affecting Zhuo Buyan's normal life.

When they came to the City Lord's Mansion, Xiaolongnu and Xiaoxue were immediately attracted by the huge statues in the square.

"Husband, this person looks very similar to you!" The little dragon girl asked.

Lu Yun nodded: "He is my father Zhuo Ming, and he is also the founder of Zhuo Ming City."

Although it is not completely certain now, Lu Yun has recognized his identity, he is the son of Zhuo Ming.

When they came to the City Lord's Mansion, Zhuo Feng and the others were already waiting here, and they all knew everything that happened in Zhuo Ming City.

Zhuo Feng bowed deeply to Lu Yun: "Thank you Ancestor for making a move!" ”

Lu Yun smiled and shook his head: "How is the situation in the city now?" ”

Zhuo Feng smiled wryly and began to tell Lu Yun about the situation in Zhuo Ming City.

The foreign monks are all strong, and they look down on the human race, and they don't take direct action, which is already a great thing.

Even so, the conflict did not stop, which made Zhuo Ming City very passive, and could only restrain the people in the city and try not to clash with foreign monks.

But this is not a long-term plan, the common people are constrained, shops are closed, they cannot make a living, and they lose their source of income.

Although Zhuo Mingcheng has replenished materials, it is difficult to last, and over time, the people will be the first to can't stand it, so the pressure on Zhuo Mingcheng is still very great.

The situation of the other cities is similar to that of Zhuo Ming City, and the current foreign monks are only a part, but their strength is not strong, and they are not at the decision-making level.

When the real foreign monks come over, they will inevitably have a conflict with the Terrans, after all, the Terrans are nothing in their eyes.

The Terrans are now facing a great crisis, and it has reached a moment of life and death, and if this is the case, the consequences will be serious.

Lu Yun sighed in his heart, it was still a matter of strength, the huge human race, the high-end combat power was too small, there was no quasi-heavenly realm, and there was no real heavenly realm, which was also the sorrow of the human race.

"The Terrans must be united, so that there is still a glimmer of life, otherwise it will perish sooner or later." Lu Yun muttered.

Zhuo Feng nodded: "It's a pity that the human race lacks a leader, a leader who can unite."

Lu Yun nodded: "I want to be a matchmaker and unite the human race."

Zhuo Feng's eyes lit up, but then he shook his head: "If the identity of the ancestor is confirmed, there will naturally be no problem, but the current strength and prestige of the ancestor are probably not good."

Lu Yun was silent, Zhuo Feng was right, although he had a certain prestige in the three factions, it was far from enough.

Wu De said suddenly: "Maybe you don't need Brother Lu Yun to show up."

Lu Yun was stunned for a moment, showing doubts, Wu De explained: "I heard that the descendants of the Three Emperors have been born, but they haven't made much move, they should be the most suitable."

"Why didn't you tell me the news?" Lu Yun asked.

Wu De shook his head: "Brother Lu Yun didn't ask!" ”

Lu Yun was speechless, and Qingshan suddenly said: "The real battle of luck is about to begin, and Brother Lu Yun is not suitable." ”

Lu Yun was silent, Qing Shan's words he understood that he was a super lucky, and the best way was to hide himself.

If you are too strong, you will become extremely dangerous in the eyes of many strong people.

He took a deep breath, his strength was still too weak, and he had to improve his strength as soon as possible, it seemed that the conjuring spirit must be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

Just as a few people were discussing, a loud noise suddenly sounded outside the City Lord's Mansion.

Everyone's faces changed, and they quickly rushed out, and they saw a group of foreign monks, including demon cultivators and witch monks.

When everyone saw the statue of Zhuo Ming that had been knocked down, their faces were ugly, and this was a slap in the face.

A demon cultivator and a witch youth were arrogantly standing on top of the collapsed statue.

Lu Yun stared at the statue, which was his father's, and was knocked down like this.

As a child, he can't even protect his father's statue, and his body is trembling.

"Who is Lu Yun, who actually killed my demon clan monk, today I will let you know that you can't afford to provoke my demon clan monk." The demon cultivator's eyes swept over the people in Zhuoming City, and his attitude was extremely arrogant.

Another young man from the Wu clan also laughed: "I heard that Lu Yun is a character, and Lao Tzu is a descendant of the Weather Ancestor Wu, let me see if it is in vain." ”

Lu Yun raised his head, and his voice was cold: "Who did it?" ”

"Oh, it's really arrogant, I did it, what's wrong?" The demon cultivator sneered.

The young man of the Wu clan also sneered: "And me, what can you do with us!" ”

Lu Yun looked at the two of them with cold eyes: "You deserve to die!" ”

The two of them wanted to say something more, but they found that Lu Yun's figure had disappeared, and when they reappeared, they had already come to the side of the demon cultivator youth.

Lu Yun grabbed the demon cultivator young man's neck and lifted him up directly, so that he didn't have any resistance at all.

"Since it's you, you go and die!"

The demon cultivator's face was full of horror, what kind of strength is this, it's terrifying.

His body kept throbbing, and he grabbed Lu Yun's hand with both hands, trying to break Lu Yun's palm.

It's a pity that everything is in vain, and he can't bear Lu Yun's strength at all.

Lu Yun exerted force in his hands, and everyone only heard a clicking sound, the young man's eyes were wide, and his neck had been directly crushed by Lu Yun.

Lu Yun threw it casually, and the young man's limp body fell to the side, making a soft thud.

The battlefield was silent, all the foreign monks were silent, and the eightfold demon cultivators in the mountain and river realm killed when they said they would, and it was like pinching a little chicken to death.

They didn't dare to imagine this kind of strength, it was terrifying, and all the foreign monks were chills in their hearts, knowing that they had kicked an iron plate, and it was a very hard iron plate.

Cold sweat flowed down the head of the young man of the Wu clan, he turned his head and left, damn it, who provided this information, is it a grudge against himself?