Thinking of this, Wei Biaobiao's heart was on fire. "This is Jianghu, and this is the happy life that I have always longed for!" He was still in Yan Jing, but his heart had already flown to the misty and rainy Jiangnan.
Looking at Wei Biaobiao's longing expression, Luo Zhicheng could not help laughing.
She had wanted to tease him, but when she thought of the first time she participated in the Martial Artist Assembly when she was young, she was filled with yearning and anticipation just like him.
But as he had participated in many Warriors' Conventions as a contestant or an arbitrator to maintain order, he had long lost his original enthusiasm and passion. He had long been numb and boring to this level of Warriors' Conventions.
The only thing that could arouse his ambition was the Fighting List Ranking Competition held every five years by the old man of the Tianji Pavilion who claimed to be the Way of Heaven. It was the biggest event in the martial arts world that all the strong people, regardless of national martial arts or Ancient Warriors, would participate in.
Calculating the time, Luo Zhicheng realized that the Fighting List would be re-ranked in the second half of next year. He took out his mobile phone and clicked on an encrypted website, and a Fighting List immediately appeared.
The first place on the ranking list was still Shura, who had been dominating the list for more than twenty years without any change.
Unsurprisingly, Xiahou Weiyang's name wasn't on the list. After all, with his current identity, he knew that there was another list for experts above the Martial God Realm. The Fighting List only listed warriors below the Martial God Realm, and the highest was the Great Grandmaster Realm.
How many Great Grandmaster experts would show their faces in public to participate in the ranking competition? Therefore, it was reasonable that Asura could miss several consecutive competitions but still occupy the top spot.
Although the Heavenly Axiom would occasionally make minor adjustments due to the battles between martial artists during the five-year gap between the rankings, generally speaking, there were very few changes.
He skillfully scrolled down to the 329th place, which was his ranking. It had been four years since the last ranking competition. During this period, he had broken through to the Grand Master Late-stage. He believed that his ranking would definitely rise a few places in next year's ranking competition.
But very soon, he was stunned. The 329th place was actually not his name. It was the sanshou grandmaster Gao Ming who was originally ranked 328th. His ranking had dropped to the 330th place.
Could it be that during this period, there was a newcomer on the list, and a martial artist on the original list had fallen? Otherwise, he should have dropped two places, right? But why didn't the Seventeenth Division receive any news? Who was it that had fallen?
Luo Zhicheng frowned and began to scroll up. He could basically remember the names of the people who were close to him on this list, but he might not know who had died if the people who were at the top of the list were.
But the setting of the Fighting List was still very humane. Wu Tianxie's name, which was ranked 317th, was marked with a box, which meant that he had died.
Behind his name, the words "Black Masked Man" appeared on the paper, replacing him as the 317th on the Fighting List.
"Wu Tianxie was killed by the black masked man?" Luo Zhicheng was dumbfounded. "Who is this Black Masked Man? How could he kill Wu Tianxie? That was a Warlock with strange and unpredictable means.
People were full of fear of the unknown, and Luo Zhicheng was no exception. When he fought with Wu Tianxie, he took the initiative to admit defeat, because a martial artist who had fought with him before died inexplicably in the ring, so he just went to the ring and fought with him symbolically for two moves before he took the initiative to admit defeat.
Even so, Wu Tianxie showed mercy to him because he was the director of the Yan Jing Branch of the Seventeenth Division at that time. If it were not for the Seventeenth Division, his life-saving talisman, maybe his bones would have been eaten by insects.
"Master, master, what's wrong with you? What are you looking at? "
Wei Biaobiao called Luo Zhicheng twice, but Luo Zhicheng turned a deaf ear to him, so he could not help curiously poking his head out to have a look and muttering in confusion, "Wu Tianxie? Black Masked Man! "
"Ah, Black Masked Man. Do you know the Black Masked Man?"
Luo Zhicheng came to his senses because of the Black Masked Man he mentioned and asked excitedly.
"Black Masked Man? Why do I feel that it sounds so familiar? I seem to have heard of it somewhere. "
Wei Biaobiao frowned and thought hard. He must have heard of this name not long ago, but he couldn't remember it at the moment.
"Come on, think about it carefully. This Black Masked Man is not simple. He can even kill Wu Tianxie. He is amazing!"
Luo Zhicheng urged.
"I … I can't remember it at the moment … but I must have heard of it … Who said it?"
Wei Biaobiao scratched his head in distress and happened to see Huzi help Mosquito to sit aside for a rest, fearing that she would be tired. An idea suddenly flashed through his mind, and he clapped his hands and said, "I remember it. It was Mosquito who told me."
"Mosquito? You said that Mosquito knows him? "
Luo Zhicheng's eyes suddenly brightened, and he grabbed his arm excitedly and asked.
Wei Biaobiao finally remembered that Mosquito and Xiaoyao went to Ninghai together. As a result, she came back with Huzi, but Xiaoyao stayed there. At that time, Mosquito mentioned it to him half-jokingly that Xiaoyao liked the Black Masked Man and wanted to stay in Ninghai to flirt with him. At that time, he thought that Mosquito was joking and did not care about it. After all, his sister Xiaoyao had always done things in an unconstrained way and was not reliable at all. He thought that she found an excuse to stay in Ninghai for a few more days. If the name Black Masked Man was not too special, he was afraid that he would not have any impression of it.
Immediately, he said with some depression, "I don't know whether Mosquito knows him or not, but I only know that my unreliable sister stayed in Ninghai for that bastard. Maybe that guy will become my brother-in-law."
"You mean the Black Masked Man is in Ninghai? Is he your sister's boyfriend? "
Luo Zhicheng stared at him with his eyes as bright as light bulbs and asked incredulously.
"I don't know, either. Mosquito told me that my sister likes that bastard."
Wei Biaobiao felt creeped out by his gaze, and he murmured, "Master, who is that guy? Is he a wanted criminal? If he is a wanted criminal, I have to ask Xiaoyao to stay away from him quickly. "
"You, you really don't know how lucky you are! You are not as smart as your sister. That Black Masked Man ranks 317 on the Fighting List. Damn it, he ranks more than ten places higher than me. Do you know what this means? It means that he is a strong practitioner at the Guru Realm, and even I, your master, am no match for him. If he really becomes your brother-in-law, few people in Yan Jing will dare to provoke you. "
Luo Zhicheng said exasperatedly.
"Is it so exaggerated? Although I am still far away from the Guru Realm, the Yan Family is a famous family, and every family has a few strong practitioners at the Guru Realm. "
Wei Biaobiao said with some dissatisfaction.
"You are an idiot. Is it the same? There is a big difference between Guru Realm and Guru Realm, okay? Guru Realm can't be insulted, and Guru Realm has their own dignity and pride. How can they be willing to guard the house of others? Except for a few Guru who become a Guardian for repaying a debt of gratitude or for other special reasons, most of the Guru who are willing to become a Guardian of the family are either those who have exhausted their potential and have no room for improvement, so they just eat and wait for death, or those who have just stepped into the threshold of the Guru Realm and have not formed their own momentum of Martial Arts. I can fight ten of such pseudo Gurus. "
Luo Zhicheng said with a disdainful face. Warriors cultivated against the natural order, and everyone had a brave and diligent heart of Martial Arts. Especially those who became strong at the Guru Realm and advanced from the Acquired Realm to the Inborn Realm, it was a leap in the level of life, and they were very different from ordinary people.
Therefore, he looked down on those Gurus who abandoned themselves to be the watchdogs of the aristocratic families because they coveted a comfortable cultivation environment. Such Gurus lacked the tempering of life and death in Martial Arts, had no fighting spirit at all, and were full of servility in their bones, so they could only be called pseudo Gurus.
Although they did not have to worry about food and clothing, and those who had a better life could get some treasures of heaven and earth to help their cultivation with the help of the power of the main family, and these treasures might help them make breakthroughs in their realms, they would lose their indomitable spirit of Martial Arts. They had high realms but low strength, and compared with the real Guru Realm, they were just trash.
The most important thing in the cultivation of national martial arts was the state of mind and spirit, so the real strong practitioners at the Guru Realm were extremely proud and devoted to Martial Arts. It was absolutely impossible for them to be the watchdogs of some aristocratic families, and they would not easily participate in the power struggle in the secular world.
Although Luo Zhicheng also served in Zhongnanhai and escorted the chief, this was the national righteousness and the spiritual inheritance of the National Warrior's Mansion, and it was completely different from guarding the house of the aristocratic families.
After all, the revolutionary martyrs sacrificed themselves for the national righteousness, and the Guore-guarding Martial Marquis also fought in the north and south, sacrificing his family for the sake of the country and the people. He deterred the Shenzhou Martial Arts World from the inside and the outside world from the outside.
Wei Biaobiao frowned. Although he could understand his master's words, he still did not understand. "What's wrong with having a brother-in-law at the Guru Realm?"
Seeing that he did not understand, Luo Zhicheng said with disappointment, "Since your sister likes the Black Masked Man, he must not be too old and is very likely to be only in his thirties. Think about it. At this age, he can kill Wu Tianxie, who is at the middle stage of the Sky Martial Arts Realm, so his realm must be at least the same as his, right? Of course, it is more likely that he is at the late stage of the Sky Martial Arts Realm or even at the peak of the Sky Martial Arts Realm. After all, Wu Tianxie does not live up to his reputation, and even some strong practitioners at the late stage of the Sky Martial Arts Realm can't win against him. You can imagine what heights such a person will reach in the future, and it is not absolutely impossible for him to become the second Martial God of our Shenzhou. With such a brother-in-law with unlimited potential, your Wei Family must burn incense to celebrate! "
"That's true, but who knows what kind of person he is? Maybe he is old?"
Wei Biaobiao still said with some dissatisfaction. He was not Luo Zhicheng, did not understand the value of the Fighting List, and did not know how powerful and terrible Wu Tianxie was, so he naturally did not have the same feelings as Luo Zhicheng.
Luo Zhicheng rolled his eyes speechlessly. "Is your sister blind? Is it possible that the person she likes is an old man? "
"It's hard to say. My sister's imagination is different from that of ordinary people, and she is very rebellious. Who knows if she has fallen in love with an old man on a whim?"
Wei Biaobiao knew his sister very well. His troublesome sister's imagination was absolutely unconstrained, and he felt ashamed of his inferiority.
"Mosquito has seen him, hasn't she? Why don't you ask her to come here and find out? "
Luo Zhicheng was also speechless. He had heard some rumors about Wei Yaoyao, and she was indeed a little unreliable, which made him somewhat doubt his previous inference.
"Mosquito, come here. I want to ask you something."
Wei Biaobiao felt refreshed. "Right, Mosquito has seen the Black Masked Man, and it is very easy for her to judge his age."
Mosquito hobbled over with the help of Huzi attentively. They did not know Luo Zhicheng's identity, so they nodded to him and asked Wei Biaobiao, "What's wrong, Brother Biao?"
"Mosquito, let me ask you. Haven't you seen the Black Masked Man? How old is he? What does he look like? "
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