Chapter 201 Lu Zhou is numb
Zixia doesn't care what others think.
No one can tell her what to say or do.
As she spoke and said these words, the expression on the face of the Saint Son of Purple Mansion could no longer be described as gloomy. There was also fear in his gloom.
Because it might contain part of the will of the Purple Mansion Saint Lord.
His feeling of being abandoned grew deeper and stronger.
He was too clever for his own good, thinking that he could make his own excuses, and that he could trick Lu Zhou, plant the seeds of provocation in some people, and bring some trouble to Lu Zhou and other people he hated.
In the end, he ended up losing more than he gained.
He was being targeted.
Once he opened his mouth, it was impossible for him to say more than he opened his mouth.
He finally realized what kind of situation he would face if he talked nonsense and made random remarks.
At this time, many people had opinions about him.
Including the Holy Lord of Purple Mansion.
Because when the Purple Mansion Saint Son was talking to Li Heishui before, he still believed that he still had the identity of the Purple Mansion Saint Son, and in his words, he even brought up the Purple Mansion Holy Land to endorse it.
The Saint Son of Purple Mansion saw the unhappy expression of the Saint Lord of Purple Mansion in the distance.
He saw everyone present looking at him, some with murderous intent, some with mocking laughter.
His mind was in turmoil, his face was pale, and he staggered back two steps, with some cold sweat on his forehead.
It was the two steps he staggered back that made him even more embarrassed.
There were even noises of laughter and mockery from the crowd, no one knew who was making them.
No matter where you are, there may always be someone who can help you in times of need.
But there will always be people who will sneer at you, ridicule you, and step on you when you are in trouble.
It can be said that the Saint Son of Zifu has completely lost his face today.
This is even more cruel than killing him directly.
No one will sympathize with him because he brought this upon himself.
If he really succeeds, who knows how much disaster and trouble it will bring to Lu Zhou and others.
At this time, Lu Zhou no longer had any interest in slapping him to death.
Feng Huang was right. Today was her grandfather's 1,500th birthday, and it was not appropriate to make a big fuss.
No blood should be seen!
But it is only today, only on the Eight Hundred Divine Islands of the Wind Clan.
Lu Zhou will never let go of anyone who dares to lay his claws on him.
He was waiting for the Holy Son of Zifu to leave!
In the end, it was the Holy Leader of the Wind Clan who stepped forward to clean up the situation.
The Wind Clan and the Purple Mansion Holy Land both stand in the central region of the Eastern Wilderness. He and the Purple Mansion Holy Lord have had a good relationship since they were young, and it has continued to this day.
There was no way he would let the Purple Mansion Saint Lord lose face.
After all, that grandson is still wearing the guise of the Purple Mansion Holy Son. If he loses face, it will definitely affect the Purple Mansion Holy Lord and the Purple Mansion Holy Land.
But it is obvious that the Holy Lord of the Wind Clan is cleaning up the situation for the sake of the overall situation.
But he also had a lot of opinions about the Purple Mansion Saint Son and others who were stirring up trouble and disrupting his birthday celebration.
The most crucial thing is that they are targeting Lu Zhou, whom the Holy Lord of the Wind Clan values very much, is very satisfied with, and is very grateful to.
In that case, what else is there to say?
People saw that after the Holy Leader of the Wind Clan had brought the atmosphere of the birthday banquet back on track, he smiled and said.
"Some people may have heard that today is not only my birthday, but I am also going to make an important announcement today."
Hearing him suddenly mention this matter, everyone couldn't help but look at him, all of them looking completely focused and taking it very seriously.
Everyone knows that to reach the status of the Holy Lord of the Wind Clan, he would consider this a serious matter.
That must be something extraordinary.
Perhaps it could shake the entire Eastern Wasteland, or even the entire Emperor Burial Star.
The Holy Lord of the Wind Clan did not continue to keep people in suspense.
Everyone heard his voice suddenly rise, like thunder in a clear sky, waves in the vast ocean, exploding in everyone's ears.
"My Wind Clan originated from the ancestor Emperor Fuxi. We stand tall in the middle of the Eastern Wasteland and run through the entire ancient wasteland. We are the power with the longest heritage in this world today!"
"However, our Feng Clan, from ancient times to the present, generation after generation, has always had a regret."
"This regret is engraved in the blood and bones of all the sons of the Wind Clan. It is the obsession that all the sons of the Wind Clan, for generations, have wanted to erase."
After hearing what he said, many people present had guessed what the Wind Tribe Saint was referring to.
Some things are not secrets at all.
Many people know what the regret of the Wind Tribe has been for generations.
Sure enough, they heard the Wind Tribe Saint Lord say next.
"That regret is that due to some unrest, my Feng Clan lost the Fuxi Emperor Scripture created by my ancestor Emperor Fuxi!"
Upon hearing this, some of the smart people had something on their mind. They were shocked, and a thought popped up in their minds that made them almost scream "No way!"
Having said this, the gaze of the Wind Clan Saint Leader and all the Wind Clan elders suddenly turned to Lu Zhou who was standing in the crowd.
He is unparalleled in his grace and extraordinary in appearance. Even if he stands among a crowd, he is always the most eye-catching one, as dazzling as the sun in the sky.
Can be noticed by people at a glance.
The deep and vigorous voice of the Wind Tribe's Holy Lord continued to ring out.
"The heavens have mercy on me, and the great Dao has given me a noble from the Wind Clan."
"Retrieve the complete Fuxi Emperor Scripture for our Feng Clan, so that our ancient Feng Clan heritage can be completed, so that we, the unworthy descendants, can finally comfort our ancestors and let them rest in peace in the nine springs."
"Wow~" The crowd was in an uproar!
They were shocked, they were stunned, and the expressions on their faces were frozen.
Among them are many people from the Wind Tribe.
Obviously, those Wind Clan members were here either because of their status in the Wind Clan or for some other reasons.
They didn't know about this until now.
People didn't expect that the big event that the Holy Lord of the Wind Clan was going to announce would be this.
Yesterday, most people speculated that the important thing that the Holy Lord of the Feng Clan was going to announce was that Feng Huang of their Feng family was going to marry Lu Zhou.
The Feng Clan actually recovered the Fuxi Emperor Scripture created by his ancestor.
Doesn’t this mean that from now on, the Feng Clan also has a complete inheritance of the Imperial Scripture?
They can be called a true imperial family.
Doesn't this mean that from now on, the Wind Clan can be considered a half-extreme force?
'really.'
Someone secretly said, "As expected."
It turned out to be just as they guessed.
These people were naturally the ones who had felt moved before.
Even though they were mentally prepared.
But when their guess was confirmed by the Holy Lord of the Wind Clan himself, they were still shocked by this explosive news.
The shock was so great that many people found it difficult to digest it for a while.
However, the bigger shock is yet to come.
Everyone noticed the way the Holy Lord of the Wind Clan and the elders of the Wind Clan looked at Lu Zhou.
That look was full of gratitude!
Before they had time to think about it, they wondered whether the noble person mentioned by the Holy Lord of the Wind Clan was Lu Zhoushi.
Everyone listened to the Wind Tribe Saint Leader shouting again.
"Where are my Wind Clan men?"
"I am here."
"I am here."
"I am here."
All the young disciples of the Wind Clan, Feng Huang, Feng Lie and so on, one by one, all responded loudly. They were excited and their faces turned red with excitement.
All the elders of the Wind Clan also shouted in response to the Holy Lord of the Wind Clan. Their blood was boiling and there were waves of terrifying auras that could shatter the sky.
Not just the younger generation of Wind Clan, not just the older generation of Wind Clan.
At this moment, the Wind Clan was unprecedentedly united.
At this moment, there were even little Wind Tribe babies holding bottles of milk in their mouths who were loudly responding to the Wind Tribe Saint.
They threw away their bottles, their little faces flushed with excitement, and followed their fellow Wind Clan members beside them in baby voices, responding loudly and shouting, "I'm here, I'm here!"
These two words, piercing through the sky, are constantly exploding in everyone's heart at this moment.
One by one, the members of the Wind Clan rose into the air from all over and stood proudly behind the Holy Lord of the Wind Clan, like a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals.
At this moment, the Feng Clan is extremely powerful, with the bearing to shatter the sky and shake the universe, showing the supreme grace of the ancient Feng family.
The Wind Tribe Saint spoke again.
His voice shook the sky and the nine heavens.
"Follow me and thank the nobles of the Wind Clan!"
The words have fallen!
All the members of the Wind Tribe, including him, bowed to Lu Zhou!
This is an extremely shocking scene.
It is estimated that it will be difficult for anyone to replicate it.
Who could make all the people of an entire ancient family, from the youngest to the oldest, bow down in gratitude to a young man?
Even the great emperors of ancient times couldn't do this when they were young, right?
This scene shocked everyone present who came to celebrate the birthday of the Wind Tribe Saint.
At this moment, many people were numb.
Including the protagonist Lu Zhou!
He is numb too!
I almost cried out "Oh my goodness".
Having experienced many big scenes, he felt a little at a loss for the first time.
He knew that the Wind Tribe Saint was very grateful to him.
But he really didn't expect that the Holy Lord of the Feng Clan and those elders of the Feng Family would do this to him.
This was even more solemn than when Jiang Taixu and the Saint Leader of the Jiang Family brought a group of senior members of the Jiang Family to greet him outside the Jiang Family's stone archway in the Holy City.
This is a huge gesture, definitely the most lavish honor among all the major forces!
No, it may be inappropriate to say courtesy!
But please forgive Lu Zhou for being at a loss for words. He really couldn't find a better adjective at the moment.
But that doesn't matter anymore.
Because everyone can see the will of the Wind Clan.
The Wind Clan has already adopted this posture, and anyone can imagine that from now on, whenever Lu Zhou roars, no matter what he does, the ancient Wind Clan will definitely be the first to jump out and respond.
Everyone could see that from then on, Lu Zhou and the Feng Clan were tied together.
It wasn’t the Wind Clan that tied Lu Zhou onto their warship.
Instead, Lu Zhou tied the Wind Clan's warship to himself.
Someone suddenly looked at the Purple Mansion Saint in the corner.
"Look, that looks like a clown!"
(End of this chapter)
