A wisp of flame flickered, and Chen Zhe looked at a line of ashes and a line of words.

When the eye fell to the last corner, the entire text of the letter disappeared, and a pattern emerged.

Chen Zhe looked familiar.

"Luo Yanshan?"

The upper part of the pattern is indeed the shape of Luo Yan, and the thick and thin lines below mark many roads, marked with unknown marks such as forks and circles.

Hurriedly returning to the room, Chen Zhe turned out the parchment roll that he had accidentally obtained in the Black Wind Plain,

Comparing the two, except for the painter's technique, it is different.

Totally overlapped!

However, Chen Zhe also noticed some differences, the final route of the two drawings led to a treasure marker, but the drawing route left by his father was shorter.

Along the way, the asterisk is also marked higher.

"Daddy wants me to find this red mark?"

Chen Zhe speculated, and picked up another eight parchment rolls in his hand, in addition to Luo Yanshan, where are these eight places, and what are hidden in them.

Why did the Zheng chaebol ship these parchment rolls.

What do they want to do?

Chen Zhe couldn't figure it out in the room, he had too little information.

The power of madness, what kind of ability is this?

What does it have to do with Luo Yanshan?

Chen Zhe rubbed his temples and put these things aside first, is the world really in danger, at least he looked out the window at peace.

The news on the TV set is also singing and dancing.

In a huge world, a huge country one of the five permanent members, Chen Zhe still has self-knowledge, and he will not rely on him, an eighteen-year-old teenager, to save him.

What is looming right now is trouble from the Warrior Guild.

In the photo, the face of his father, the affinity in his eyes to be kind to others, and the heart of serving the country and the people in the envelope, Chen Zhe would never think that he was a sinner.

A big question mark came to mind again.

That year, apart from the demon tide, what else happened, and why did his father become a sinner.

I glanced at the clock, and it was already noon.

Chen Zhe went downstairs to eat some food, took a taxi, and soon there was a lively shouting outside the window, and the National Square was in front of him.

After all, it was just a phone call from Xue Dingkai, and Chen Zhe was also a little lucky, hoping that the Martial Arts Guild didn't really trouble him.

Walking into the players' lounge, the maintenance staff at the door did not block it.

This made Chen Zhe breathe a sigh of relief.

The lounge leads directly to the competition platform, and the distance from the dark to the bright road, Chen Zhe, who stood on the competition platform for the third time in the town-level competition, maintained an indifferent demeanor, while the sturdy opponent opposite him was already sweating on his forehead.

His name was Liu Yunlong, a twenty-seven-year-old level 9 martial artist from Sunshine Street.

I heard that the battle was against a bondage martial artist, and he was so happy that he joked with his friends that it was really a benefit.

Then, he saw the message that the opponent had level 13.

Liu Yunlong was depressed, why was he assigned to a level 13 opponent at level 9, although this heavenly list is random, it will also distinguish the level to a certain extent.

When he met a level 13 martial artist, it was clear that he was pitting him.

Then, out of habit, he investigated his opponent before the game, and when he learned that Chen Zhe had just beaten the well-known Li Junwei not long ago, Liu Yunlong almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

It's a tragedy to be on the town-level title list in the summer, and I hope that the ancestor of the autumn season can bless him with better luck.

With such a mentality, everyone can see that Liu Yunlong does not have the slightest will to fight.

"Hey, don't play tricks if you have the ability, dare you have a good fight with me. ”

As soon as he got on the field, Chen Zhe heard Liu Yunlong shouting something, if it was a man, fist to fist, don't use the side door.

Chen Zhe didn't bird him, a black flash narrowed the distance between the two, and a butterfly tied up with two fingers.

"You're cheating!"

"Referee, have you seen him cheating, where is there such a game!" Liu Yunlong's arms became tighter and tighter, and the magic energy was still running rapidly.

The referee had a black line on his face and muttered, "It's really a country man who hasn't seen the market, you let the bondage martial artist punch and kick with you, why don't you go to a child to fight Wang Baquan."

Liu Yunlong couldn't open his legs, jumped up with his feet together, a funny zombie alive, and fell to the ground in a few steps.

He couldn't even lift his knees.

"Pain, pain, loss, I admit defeat. Don't tear my clothes, a limited-edition brand, you have to pay for two thousand yuan a piece. He shouted wistfully as he looked at the pleated clothes.

Chen Zhe withdrew his skills and was too lazy to talk to this Erbi.

The Blue Fire of the Sky Rankings advanced to the next round.

Next is the round-by-round elimination of the town-level 500, and after calculation, he only needs to win three more games in a row to enter the top 100 at the town-level.

On the way off the stage, I heard a prompt sound in my head.

"Congratulations, won the title of winner of the Thousand People Race in Shanan Town, do you want to use it?"

Check it out, this is a temporary title, there is no final ranking of the season after winning the 10000 Tournament, and the magic energy is increased by default according to the ranking of the 1000th place.

+3 magic energy at the town level, +1 magic energy at the thousand-person ranking, only 4 points added in total.

Chen Zhe switched the title, and after using the title of winner of the Thousand People Race in Shanan Town, he felt that his strength was weakened, and the magic energy coefficient in the attribute box became 29 points.

He regained the title of Tycoon on the first day of Poplar Street, and returned to 31 magic energy coefficients.

Immersed in the changes brought about by different titles, Chen Zhe's footsteps paused, and his afterglow was dark, and he looked up to see seven or eight unkind-faced warriors blocking the door of the lounge.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that these people had the word "Zheng Shang" marked on their shoulders.

They wore unique clothes, the same style as those in the caravans that died in the Black Wind Plains.

"You, come with us. ”

Almost in a commanding tone, the man in charge squinted at the corner of his eyes without a straight eye, and he crossed his arms with his hands on his free hand and grabbed it.

The palm of his hand clawed into the air, and then a wave of demonic energy rushed to his eyes.

"Sixth-level Earth Bondage. Chen Zhe had a cold face, and the runes in his hands circled the ground and released a large restraint rope, instantly tying up all the unprepared comers.

A few people were surprised, where did they think that Chen Zhe would come up and beat without saying a word.

"Dare to do it!"

"Made, I've never seen such an arrogant boy!"

"We are members of the Zheng Clan's merchant gang, and we are the subordinates of the boss of strict management, you dare to be disrespectful to us!"

Seven or eight people slammed left and right, gritted their teeth, and used their forehead to burst out, and they were shocked to find that they were all in the town-level sequence of about one hundred and fifty, and they couldn't break through, and they were actually tied up by a small bondage martial artist and couldn't move.

It was still at the door of the jousting platform leading to the lounge, and the people in the seats quickly noticed the conflict.

People looked over.

As one or two people got up and looked, the people around them also got up, and at once, thousands of people saw seven or eight warriors struggling under Chen Zhe's hands.

What's going on?

There was a lot of interest in everyone's eyes, and the fights on the competition table were much more attractive, some people recognized Chen Zhe, and some people shouted that those were Yan Biao's subordinates.

"Half-Moon Silver Fox!"

A sword slash frightened the opponent into surrendering, and Xue Dingkai, who was on the stage not far away, strode down and hurriedly came to Chen Zhe's side.

"You're also participating?" Chen Zhe said without looking back, the magic energy in his hand tightened, and the ropes shrank for a while, causing the standing comers to fall and stumble.

"Ah Zhe. ”

Xue Dingkai stretched out his hand and pressed it on his shoulder and shook his head.

Chen Zhe suppressed the killing intent in his heart, withdrew his hand and withdrew the Earth Binding Technique, and the rope without treacherous blasting returned to his body, recovering some of his demonic energy a little.

His face did not move, and Chen Zhe did not show exhaustion.

All the comers immediately retreated seven or eight meters, panting, and there were palpitations in their eyes.

"No wonder Li Junwei will be defeated at your hands. ”

The strong man at the head spoke, and his tone was much more polite than that, although he knew that the kid in front of him would not end well after provoking Lord Yan Biao.

However, in this world where martial arts are respected, he faced Chen Zhe, who still had power, and felt some awe from the bottom of his heart.

"Say, something. Chen Zhe asked knowingly.

"Come with us to the Warriors' Guild. The strong man said, arching his fist to Xue Dingkai next to him: "I've seen Young Master Xue." The little ones are also obedient to orders, so please don't embarrass us. ”

Xue Dingkai didn't answer, his eyes were complicated, and he felt powerless if he wanted to help Chen Zhe.

"If you don't come with us now, the people from the Warrior Guild will forcibly come and bring you over. The strong man looked at Chen Zhe again.

As soon as he finished speaking, several figures swished and jumped up, bringing a gust of wind.

Chen Zhe was startled, and he didn't even notice their approach.

"Are you Chen Zhe?" asked a middle-aged man with a stern expression, dressed in clothes similar to law enforcement, but with the word Armed Forces Committee on his shoulders.

Chen Zhe nodded.

"I'm Zhao Jianfeng from the deacon group of the Warrior Guild, you come with us. The guild needs to start an interrogation of whether you have the qualifications to be a warrior. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Yan Biao's people behind him and said, "Let me see that you are not arrested, and I will clean you up as well." ”

"Hehe, I'm sorry Team Leader Zhao. The strong men lowered their heads and laughed, and they were busy leaving.

Zhao Jianfeng waved his hand, and a black car with the Martial Arts Guild logo on it stopped at the other end of the lounge.

Chen Zhe hesitated, looked at Xue Dingkai, who was full of anxiety, and followed the car.

The atmosphere in the car was very depressing, and he was thinking about all kinds of possibilities that would appear, when Zhao Jianfeng's thick voice came from the front seat.

"The trial must be carried out, but black is black and white, and the result is fair. ”