Chapter 1217 Zhao Xuetu

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Chapter 1217 Zhao Xuetu

Thousands of miles away from Zhu Quanfeng.

There is a city with a large scale. In this city, there are a lot of people, and it is very lively.

In places like the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, there is almost no safe place, but there are some exceptions.

In a city of this size, people can enter it for supplies, exchange information, etc., and there is no need to worry about monsters attacking it, because there is a saint-level powerhouse sitting here!

Any strong person who enters the city only needs to pay a certain amount of spirit stones to obtain temporary shelter.

In the very center of the city, a magnificent hall stands like a beast.

At this time, in this hall, there is a burly figure standing in it.

This figure is a man who looks to be about forty years old. His face has very obvious lines, his lips are like blades, exuding a kind of cold and sharpness, and in his eyes, there is a kind of arrogance that cannot be concealed.

This person is the ruler of this city, the protector of this city... Zhao Xuetu!

Being able to dominate the Wanli area, Zhao Xuetu is a genuine holy-level powerhouse. Under his command, there are also countless respect-level powerhouses. At first glance, but in the entire Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, he has a very high reputation.

Saint level, in this area, is almost an invincible existence!

Even the top races of this kind of saint-level powerhouse who lived in the battlefield of all races had to pay attention to him, and even treated him with courtesy.

After all, if there is a stalemate with them, the youths of the major races who come in to experience are very likely to become their hunting targets.

Even the top races have great confidence in the talented youths of their own race, but if they are allowed to rely on the power of their superiors to fight recklessly with these holy-level powerhouses who have been mixed in the battlefield of tens of thousands of races or even hundreds of years, That's definitely not a wise choice.

Fortunately, these saint-level powerhouses also have self-knowledge. They know that although the saint-level status is almost supreme in this, if the top races are forced too far, the latter also has means to deal with them.

Tear apart the space and forcibly send the saint-level powerhouse into the battlefield of all races. Although it is a bit difficult for the strongest, it is not impossible!

Moreover, in the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, most of the saint-level powerhouses have received the favor of certain forces, and only then did they succeed in breaking through.

From another perspective, these saint-level powerhouses can be regarded as thugs trained by those top races!

Zhao Xuetu put his palm lightly on the table and chair beside him. Surprisingly, at this time, he was only sitting on the first seat on the side of the hall.

But on the seat in the center of the hall, there is a petite and pretty figure sitting. If Qin Yichen was here, he would definitely be able to recognize him.

This person is the woman of the Yunling clan that he met when he first entered the Ten Thousand Clans Battlefield... Jun Yun! The two girls, Yunyin and Yunlan, stood behind him.

Three very young looking women were sitting at the head of the hall, but the famous Zhao Xuetu didn't seem to be dissatisfied at all.

"Zhao Xuetu, didn't you hear Yunling's message?"

Above the first place, Jun Yun's cold voice resounded faintly. She didn't seem to have the slightest fear in the face of this saint-level powerhouse. What she had was just a kind of superior coldness.

"Zhao received it. It's just that there are so many trivial matters during this period. I can't reply to Junior Sister Yunjun in time. I hope you will forgive me."

Zhao Xuetu said with a low posture and a dry smile. However, there was no apology in his sharp eyebrows.

"There is still one month left, Zhao Xuetu, I don't care how many things you have to do, if you don't come over within half a month, I will treat you as giving up this quota."

Yunjun Dai frowned slightly, as if she was dissatisfied with the latter's title, she said in a rather displeased tone.

"Definitely, definitely, I will not forget the great kindness of the nobleman. By then, Zhao will definitely be a pawn for the Yunling clan!"

Zhao Xuetu arched his hands and replied loudly, with that appearance, if someone with less experience would really be moved by his sincerity.

The two women behind Jun Yun also nodded slightly in satisfaction, but Jun Yun's face was calm, but a pair of glazed eyes were fixed on Zhao Xuetu, as if he wanted to pierce the latter's mind.

"The city lord!"

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps and an anxious voice from outside the hall.

"Come in."

Zhao Xuetu frowned slightly. He knew that none of his subordinates were stupid enough to disturb him. Moreover, the person who came was also his confidant. It must be a big deal to come to him at this time.

"The city lord..."

As Zhao Xuetu's voice fell, a middle-aged man in a strong suit walked in quickly from the outside. He was about to speak, but when he saw the girls above the first, he paused slightly and didn't say anything directly. exit.

"This is Lord Yun of the Yunling Clan, Xueli, if you have anything to say, just tell me."

Zhao Xueqi waved his hand and signaled.

"City Lord, the bloody hand Zhao Xueqi's soul lamp... is off!"

After a pause, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said.

"What did you say!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Xuetu's complexion suddenly became gloomy. The tables and chairs under his hands were instantly shattered into powder, and a terrifying aura rippling from his body shook the entire hall. It's all covered in it.

Under this aura, the man called Xueli turned pale, and Yunyin Yunlan, who was originally smiling, felt that it was difficult to breathe.

"Zhao Xuetu!"

Yun Jun frowned, and said coldly.

The imposing manner of a saint-level powerhouse, even if it is only a trace revealed unintentionally, is not something Yunyin Yunlan, two women who are no more than respectable and senior, can bear.

"Feel sorry!"

As if under Yunjun's low shout, Zhao Xuetu just came back to his senses, he calmed down slightly, and the aura that shrouded the hall slowly dissipated.

"I'm sorry, Junior Sister Yunjun, I originally planned to go with you, but you have also seen that Xueqi is my younger brother, please give me a few more days, I'm done, come here immediately!"

Zhao Xuetu stood up, cupped his hands at Jun Yun, and said apologetically.

Afterwards, Zhao Xuetu winked at Xueli, then quickly walked out of the hall.

"Who is so bold that he dares to kill his younger brother?"

After Zhao Xuetu left, Yun Lan sighed with some lingering fear.

"Well, Senior Sister Jun said, not to mention his younger brother, even us, if we don't pay attention, we may be plotted against."

Yunyin stuck out her tongue at the side, but she was not mischievous, but said obediently.

"Go, let's go back."

Jun Yun, who was in front of them, didn't continue the topic, as if he was thinking about it, he said it lightly, and then walked outside.