Chapter 531 (1/2)

At the thought of this, Wei Biao's heart is hot. This is the Jianghu. This is the happy life of gratitude and hatred he has been longing for. He is still in Yanjing, but his heart has already flown to the misty and rainy Jiangnan.

Looking at Wei Biao's yearning expression, Luo Zhicheng couldn't help laughing.

I wanted to make fun of him, but when I thought of the first time I went to the martial arts meeting when I was young, I was full of longing and expectation like him.

However, as he participated in the Martial Arts Conference for unknown number of times, either as a contestant or as an arbiter to maintain order, he has long lost his original enthusiasm and passion. He has long felt numb and boring to the martial arts conference at this level.

The only thing that can arouse his ambition is the five-year Ranking Competition held by the old guy who claims to be the way of heaven in Tianji Pavilion. It is the biggest event in the world of martial arts, regardless of national skills and ancient martial arts. All the strong will participate in it.

Calculate the time. The second half of next year is the date of ranking again. Luo Zhicheng took out his mobile phone, clicked on an encrypted website, and a battle list immediately appeared.

At the top of the platoon list is Shura, who has dominated the list for more than 20 years without any change,

Xia Hou Weiyang is not unexpectedly unknown in the list. After all, it is secretly known that the strong above Wushen level have another list. The battle list only ranks the martial below Wushen level, and the highest is the great master level.

How many of the great masters will show up to participate in the qualifying? So it's reasonable that Shura can miss the game for several consecutive times, but still dominate the top of the list.

Although Tiandao occasionally makes irregular fine-tuning due to the struggle between martial artists during the blank period of re ranking the list in five years, generally speaking, there are few changes.

He skillfully pulled down to the 329th place, which is his ranking. It has been four years since the last ranking competition. During this period, he has broken through to the later stage of the master. I believe his ranking will rise several places in next year's qualifying competition.

But soon he was stunned. 329 were not his name, but the master of Sanshou, who originally ranked 328. His ranking fell to 330th.

Are there new people on the list during this period, and the warrior on the original list has fallen? Otherwise he should fall two places? But why didn't the 17th inning get any news? Who on earth fell?

Luo Zhicheng frowned and began to look up. He can basically remember those who are close to him in the list, but if they are in the top, he may not know who fell.

But the setting of the battle list is still very humanized. There are 317. The name of Wu tianxie is boxed, which means that he has fallen.

Behind his name, the three words ”black faced man” appeared on the paper, replacing him as 317 in the battle list.

Wu tianxie was killed by the black faced man? Luo Zhicheng was stunned. Who is the black faced man? Can you kill Wu tianxie? That's a tricky Warlock.

People are full of fear of the unknown, and Luo Zhicheng is no exception. When he fought with Wu tianxie, he took the initiative to admit defeat, because a fighter who fought with him died in the challenge arena inexplicably, so he just took the stage and took the initiative to admit defeat after two symbolic moves.

This is the result of Wu tianxie's concern about his status as the director of Yanjing branch of the 17th Bureau. If there were not the life talisman of the 17th Bureau, maybe his bones would have been fed with insects.

”Master, master, what's the matter with you? What are you looking at?”

Wei Biao shouted Luo Zhicheng twice. He turned a deaf ear. He couldn't help but poke out his head and look at it curiously. He said in doubt: ”evil witch? Black faced man!”

”Ah, the black man, do you know the black man?”

Luo Zhicheng was awakened by the black faced man in his mouth and asked excitedly.

”Black faced man? Why do I feel so familiar? I seem to have heard of it somewhere.”

Wei Biao frowned and thought hard. He must have heard of the name, and it was not long ago, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

”Come on, think about it. The black faced man is not simple. He can even kill the witches and evil spirits. It's awesome!”

Luo Zhicheng urged.

”I... I can't remember for a moment... But I must have heard... Who said it?”

Wei Biao scratched his head in distress. He just saw that the tiger was afraid of mosquitoes. He helped her to sit down and rest. A flash of light flashed in his mind, slapped and said, ”I remember. It was mosquitoes who told me.”

”Mosquitoes? You said mosquitoes knew him?”

Luo Zhicheng immediately brightened his eyes and excitedly grabbed his arm and asked.