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At nine o'clock in the morning, the most honored owner of Fengsha City stepped onto the high platform step by step.

Wu Mochen, the fourth prince of the Huang Clan, was dressed in royal formal attire, with bright red long hair tied high on the crown, three layers of black and red robes, the inside was made of ice silk, cool and smooth, the outer robe was edged with gold thread, and the vest was embroidered with two pieces. The white phoenix, with the silver green luan pattern printed on the girdle, is solemn yet luxurious, majestic yet elegant, complemented by the handsome face of the lord of the wind and sand city, let alone females, who see the true face of the prince every day. The guards of the clan were all in a daze for a moment.

At this time, the eyes of the audience were unexpectedly focused on the expressionless little clan witch who was half a step behind His Royal Highness.

Ning Miao was so angry that he burned everything inside. He never expected that the costumes of the priests in Fengsha City were so indescribable, even if they were not exotic, they were enough to break down a man of seven feet.

The white dress dragged the floor, and she couldn't walk at all. Ning Miao's face was ashen, and there was a battle between heaven and man in his heart.

"The Yiyan clan ascended to the sky in one step, and the shamans of that small clan were so lucky that they were able to summon the god Luan."

"Oh, I can't be envious."

"Hey, can you tell which tribe he is from?"

"I can't see it. If I don't tell myself, who can see the origin of the female."

"That's right, only the No-Thinking Realm can see through the true source, but there is no such thing as Sandstorm City."

A noble old man said: "I have been missing a priest for 500 years in the wind and sand, and I am optimistic about this new priest."

"Hmph, don't get me wrong, how can the Fourth Highness keep the witch of the Spirit Phoenix God?"

"Shh, keep your voice down."

"What are you afraid of? He dares to do it, and he is also afraid that others will not succeed. Besides, how can he hide this matter?"

"One of the Fourth Highness rebelled against Shangcheng, I don't want to be tied up with him."

"Have you heard? The sky is coming."

……

Rumors spread everywhere, and people panicked.

Wu Mochen and Ning Miao walked to the middle of the high platform one after the other, and the golden gongs on both sides were beeping.

"Since the main hall inherited Fengsha City, I have been offering sacrifices to someone who has waited for 500 years. Fortunately, the God of Phoenix has shown mercy and sent Qingluan envoys. From today, Fengsha City respects Ning Miao as a sacrifice. All tribes, civilians, and garrison soldiers in Fengsha City , greet the sacrifice."

Except for Wen Ge, the faces of the civilian and military officers of Fengsha City were all cloudy and uncertain. Due to the fierce tactics of the Fourth Highness, they did not dare to raise any objections.

His Royal Highness has lived in the city lord's mansion for many years and rarely shows up. This time he touched the scales of the upper city. The bloody atmosphere of the Nine Cities Rebellion 17 years ago has not yet dissipated. The people in the stands below whispered and became more daring Yes, express dissatisfaction directly.

"Does the Fourth Highness want to cause a massacre of the city by the wind and sand?"

"Your Majesty Luan God, we want to see Your Majesty Luan God!"

"Witches who have bonded with the Phoenix God, Fengsha City can't afford it, please think twice, Your Highness!"

The voices of opposition became more and more intense, and some of them deliberately fueled the flames, leading to disasters, and finally became out of control, turning into a one-way denunciation and expulsion of the new priests.

"Your Highness, please follow the will of heaven and the will of the people!"

"The witches of the Yiyan tribe leave Fengsha City!"

The old god Ning Miao was there, and the crowd below raised their arms and shouted, with a playful smile on the corners of their mouths, Wu Mochen, let's play it off now, hehe, I'll see how you end up.

Wu Mochen didn't let go of Ning Miao's micro-expression of gloating, the noble and honorable prince of the Huang clan straightened the white long cap of the little clan witch in public, his eyes were full of doting, and he whispered, "A Miao, don't be naughty!" .”

Ning Miao slammed her back molars hard, naughty your whole family.

Wu Mochen turned around, the pressure of the peak peak in the late stage of the realm of creation was fully opened, and the two wings of golden feathers were sacrificed on the back, one foot stepped into the void to hover, the red eyes turned, the robes were windless and automatic, and the clear voice of the fairy king Resounded throughout the audience.

"Heaven doesn't need to come, this hall can slaughter Fengsha City now."

How rampant, how arrogant, how he regards human life as nothing.

The noisy grandstand was as quiet as a chicken in an instant, and no one dared to beat its edge.

"Whoever still refuses to accept the decision of the hall, stand up."

His Royal Highness has overemphasized the use of the Jin family, which has already caused dissatisfaction among the major clans in the city. In addition, there are many people coveting the high position of the city lord. He refused to do superficial articles, and threatened everyone in a daze.

The person who pushed the hands secretly was unexpected, and panicked for a while, unable to think of any countermeasures, let alone dare to be the first bird.

Wu Mochen's vitality was majestic and his vitality was majestic. He alone shocked the audience, and his strong and powerful appearance attracted attention.

"I don't accept it." Ning Miao took off his long cap, revealing a clear and delicate face, his cheeks flushed with excitement, "I, Ning Miao, the envoy of the God of Qinghuang Luan, is here to pass on the decree of the God of Luan. To be in charge of Baihuang Honghu, there is no need to invite people in the sky, and the god Luan has his own calculations."

Wu Mochen didn't intend to stop Ning Miao at all. He looked at the microphone in Xiaozu Wu's hand playfully and gently, and even signaled Ning Miao to continue.

Ning Miao's Wuming career was on fire, and she always felt that Wu Mochen had a conspiracy, but now she was on the verge of riding a tiger, so she could only bite the bullet and continue to fool around.

"Luan Shenmian advocates freedom all his life, and he speaks for the envoys in Beilu. Unless they are voluntary, the envoys do not belong to any party."

Wu Mochen asked with a smile, "Oh, Ah Miao, tell everyone, would you like to be a priest of Fengsha City?"

Ning Miao choked, and sure enough, this guy turned against the general. However, you have one, two, three, and I have four, five, six.

Xiao Clan Wu Chunfeng smiled, and replied loudly: "Your Highness sincerely invites you, and Ning Miao is naturally willing. Ning Miao will be your priest, and Ning Miao is also Yi Yan's Clan Witch."

"Ah Miao's decision, of course this palace supports it." The murderous look in his red eyes flashed away, Wu Mochen smiled angrily, crossed Ning Miao, and looked at the young Yuzu youths in the back row, "Wumeng, you come to read this speech. naturalization examination results."

Wu Meng took the silk script presented by the civil official, and read it aloud with the energy in his body running.

"In the 17th year of Baihuangying, the naturalization assessment results of Fengsha City are as follows, No.1, Yiyan clan, No.2, Hulu clan, No.3, Great Britain clan..."

After all the rankings were read out, Wu Meng knelt down on one knee, "His Royal Highness Wu Meng, Commander of the Third City Guard Regiment, is pleased to receive new blood from the three tribes, and I have seen the priest."

Harley and Stinger reacted quickly enough, and immediately fell to their knees, "His Highness is pleased to have received new blood from the three clans, and I have seen the priest."

Harley stabbed the back of his brother's battle armor, Hada fell to his knees together as if he had just woken up from a dream, and shouted: "His Royal Highness is blessed with the new blood of the three clans, and I have seen the priest."

The soldiers lined up on the high platform and on duty below also knelt down to congratulate and greet the priest at the same time.

Disobedience to the Fourth Highness at this time will definitely have no good fruit. The sky will raise troops to crusade against it sooner or later, but it will always be in the back.

Everyone knelt down and cheered: "Your Majesty the Fourth Highness, I have seen Mr. Sacrifice."

Wu Mochen took back the golden feather and landed next to Ning Miao, the new priest, "Amiao, congratulations on winning the first place in the naturalization assessment. Apart from the usual rewards, what else do you want, and this hall accepts it."

Ning Miao was unceremonious, and just opened her mouth, "Yes, I want five hundred beast slaves, will your Highness give them?"