Hearing Luo Yu's indisputable and chilling order, the ministers and bodyguards present, as well as those experts who lurk in the dark with bad intentions, are all scared.
Although they are fully prepared, when they really face Luo Yu, these people find that no matter how carefully they decorate, they are in vain in front of Luo Yu.
Finally, unable to withstand Luo Yu's pressure, the count had to nod to the guards.
"Brother Luo!"
Alice came running over, half squatting, holding her waist in her arms, crying.
"Don't cry, tell me, what happened?"
Luo Yu touched the head of this Ni Zi. As soon as he came in, Luo Yu noticed that the whole palace was aiming at him.
The queen and important princes and ministers moved, and a large number of experts were secretly placed. Large blocks near the palace were evacuated, and even in some buildings, there were more than 1000 special forces.
"Brother Luo... They... They said, are you Satan, the devil who brought us disaster, or the behind the scenes instigator who kidnapped those winemakers, cooks and technicians? If I don't believe their words, they won't let me come to see you, and my brother... My brother is also under house arrest..."
Alice sobbed, sobbing and telling the whole story.
"The devil? Satan Jessica listened to the representatives wearing the badge of martial arts league and the badge of martial arts league. She swaggered in the front and seemed to have enough confidence.
After coming here, the representative of Wumeng said with a playful smile to Luo Yu, "I've heard a lot about you, Mr. Luo. I didn't expect that we would deal with you for the first time in this way. It's really a pity."
The representative of Wumeng was polite, but there was a trace of ridicule in his eyes.
Everyone knows that when Luo Yu was born in China, he first swept the martial arts world.
Although the ancient Chinese martial arts is only a small part of the martial arts in the world, it still makes the world martial arts league uncomfortable.
And Hong's death and Dawson's defeat.
Hong and Dawson are also regarded as warriors with special abilities.
"As a legacy of the ancient oriental immortal cultivation school, Mr. Luo has become the most powerful man in the world in this era. We have long wanted to visit him with admiration." The representative wearing the badge of the Art League is also smiling.
Now the eye of heaven organization has fully confirmed that Luo Yu is not a warrior or a warlock, but an immortal.
The cultivator of immortals became one of the top ten overlords. In the end of the Dharma era, Luo Yu was still the first person. Naturally, he was questioned by the strongmen of other schools, including some old and stubborn members of Wumeng and shumeng.
So after this incident, although it's none of their own guild's business, Wu League and Shu League still play the same role as the seven major guilds and take the initiative to stand out for the other five guilds.
This kind of clown's mind, Luo Yu how can not see, he coldly glanced at two people, simply disdain.
As a matter of fact, even in China, the cultivation of immortals is no longer the mainstream. There is no one who cultivates immortals, which is as rare as a handful.
But it would be silly to think that the Xiuxian school is weak and easy to bully.
Moreover, we should not think that the Chinese Taoist school can represent the school of cultivating immortals. In the vast realm of immortals, today's Chinese Taoist school is just a little bit far away from the gate of immortals.
What's more, sitting in front of them at the moment is the supreme sage of the three realms of immortals, the various schools of thought in the world, all kinds of skills, all kinds of martial arts, in Luo Yu's eyes, are just floating clouds.
"Come on, don't put on airs in front of me. Don't think I will cooperate with you to investigate those false things like a suspect."
Luo Yu sat there, stirring the spoon with his coffee, not for whom, but for everyone present, and said indifferently:
"You are not qualified to negotiate with me just because you are a pile of waste wood. If I want to leave, who can stop me?"