Chapter 430: Battlefield Master (1/2)

The tallest building in Wuhuang City is a bell tower. No matter where in the city, you need to look up to see the top.

The bell tower is not only tall, but also rooted deep into the ground, so the response from Yanlong spar is also the strongest.

Above the bell tower, three people sat.

They are Li Nanxing in the Hall of Heroes, Su Xun in the Hall of Evil Clouds, and Murong's disciple, Murong Long, the head of the eight inheritance family.

The three men dominated the top three of the A-level rising list for several years.

However, the top of the list has not been selected, not even the second.

Because the three have never formally played against each other, and they have won.

The arrival of the mask man was noticed by Li Nanxing, his face was calm, and his gloomy eyes did not change at all.

Su Xing raised an eyebrow and looked at it with interest.

”Popularity.”

Mu Ronglong dismissed, a pair of black eyes was extremely cold.

Although the reactions were different, they did not mean to stop.

The mask man is located in the air and has not entered the city, which is not a violation of their rules.

If the person he wants to challenge is not willing to come out, he must not enter the city to challenge, otherwise, any one of the three can kill him at will.

However, how could a warrior with a strong heart be identified in a place where Longyu geniuses gathered.

Zhang Yu of the first-ranking dragon list came to the air and maintained the same height as the mask man.

No opening remarks are needed, and the killing spirit is full of two people.

”you are?”

Finally, the mask man spoke.

”The 50th in the A-level Dragon List, Zhang Yu.”

Seeing that he didn't know himself, Zhang Yu froze with dissatisfaction.

”I didn't come to you.”

The mask man's words were stunned. Although everyone preconceived that he came to challenge, is there anything else besides the challenge?

”Han Siming, are you there?”

Regardless of Zhang Yu's face, the mask man shouted below.

”It's crazy.”

On the bell tower, the sentence of Soviet punishment was evaluated.

In front of Zhang Yu, he said that he was not looking for him, and then said Han Siming, who ranked higher than Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu's face told everyone how angry he was.

”If you intentionally anger me, you did it, and you will pay for it.” Zhang Yu said.

”You misunderstood. I did not come to challenge Han Siming, nor did I come to challenge you.”

The face under the mask was, of course, Jiang Chen. After separating from Han Siming, he was very worried about the safety of the other party.

In the mouth of the man defeated yesterday, he learned of Wu Huangcheng, so he came here.

”You insulted me and needed your blood to wash it.”

Zhang Yu refused to stop, and the people in the city couldn't accept it.

”I say you! Can't be afraid!”

Someone was afraid of not being able to fight, and shouted below.

Jiang Chen smiled bitterly. He didn't want to fight, but he planned to summarize the combat experience obtained in the past few days.

”Since you want to fight, fight.” He said.

It was said that the people in Wuhuang City shouted their arms and opened their eyes, so that they could see every detail.

”Who, why are you wearing a mask? Could it be an old man?”

Before starting, Murong Long in the bell tower loudly.