Douluo Zhijie lottery system

Chapter 165 164. I give you a chance to reorganize the language

(four more)

"Remember, what you are going to face is a team battle above level [-]. Team battles are different from one-on-one and two-on-two. The cooperation between each other is far more important than fighting alone. Since the opponent is a team In combat, there will be no shortage of soul masters of all kinds, as for the combination, it depends on their understanding of the combination."

The master was impatient and instructed Yang Ming and others earnestly.

Yang Ming shook his head, apparently not agreeing with the master's words.

team fight?

I single out everyone on the other side!

If it were done in the past, with his current level 32 soul master's strength, without using explosive skills such as Bamen Dunjia, relying solely on other skills, it would seem a bit difficult to fight alone in the team competition.

One of the biggest influencing factors is that Yang Ming's martial soul and soul skills consume a lot of soul power.

Even if Yang Ming has now been promoted to Soul Master, the time he can fully use the Wuhun Qinglian Earth Heart Fire is only extended from the original 60 seconds to 90 seconds, and the same is true for the soul skill Flame Demon King.

However, it's different now.

After Yang Ming's previous battles, Wang Zhicai collected a few good weapons and martial souls, and also obtained the group battle sword technique of Dugu Nine Swords, so he is no longer afraid of the consumption in team battles.

Seeing Yang Ming's disapproving expression, the master secretly sighed.

The students are too naive, and he is also under a lot of pressure as a teacher!

In desperation, the master had no choice but to pretend not to see it.

Next, Dai Mubai and Tang San began to assign tasks to the team. Yang Ming was never good at coordinating these things, so he stood aside as a tool man, watching them.

"Little San, you are a control-type soul master, and when we do it later, you will be in the middle to adjust."

"Okay, Mubai, Xiaowu, Zhuqing, the three of you will attack later, Mubai will be in the center, Xiaowu and Zhuqing will support on both sides, and I will control the opponent as much as possible in the center and assist you in attacking. Fatty, you stay behind , use your Phoenix Firewire for long-range attacks, and protect Xiao Ao and Rongrong."

Tang San paused, glanced at Yang Ming who was doing nothing, and continued:

"As for Yang Ming, he is the real trump card of our team. If he doesn't make a move, it's enough. If he makes a move, he must break the core of the enemy team. If this is the case, our game will be considered stable."

It wasn't just Tang San who looked very relaxed, Dai Mubai and the others didn't feel nervous either.

joke!

With Yang Ming in charge, they only need to do their job well.

Just like the ranking of the kings, no matter how powerful the jungler Yang Ming is, if his teammates collapse all three ways, he can't take him away, right?

Tang San and Dai Mubai also knew very well in their hearts, as long as they follow the steps, try not to make mistakes, and play steadily, so that Yang Ming can harvest the head with peace of mind, this is the greatest contribution to the whole game.

After the discussion, everyone entered the player lounge.

If only one person was wearing a mask, it might not be too eye-catching, but when eight people all wore the same style of masks and walked into the team battle lounge at the same time, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The venue for team battles is obviously much larger than one-on-one and two-on-two, and the player lounge is also extremely lively, with at least 30 soul masters waiting here.

You know, in the entire Barak Kingdom, there are only two Soul Arenas of the size of Soto's Great Soul Arena, one is here, and the other is the Barak Great Soul Arena in the capital of the Barak Kingdom.

It can be said that as long as the soul masters in the Barak Kingdom are willing to participate in the soul fighting competition, almost all of them gather in these two cities, otherwise there would not be so many soul masters here.

According to the statistics of Wuhundian, there are no more than 10 soul masters in the whole continent, of which there are only about 2000 resident soul masters in Barak Kingdom.

It is conceivable how much the Great Soul Fighting attracts soul masters.

In addition to the relatively large number of players at the level of soul masters, great soul masters, and soul masters, even soul masters at the level of soul emperors and soul saints are not uncommon in the big soul fighting arena.

Because the higher the level, the stronger the strength, the more income they can get in the Great Soul Fighting Arena. After winning a game, they can easily earn money that ordinary people can't earn in their entire lives. The money counts until my hands cramp.

If it weren't for Zao Wou-ki's enemies all over the world, Flender's self-esteem, his master's ability, and other teachers in the academy were arrogant and disdainful to participate in this kind of competition. to the point of going down.

In Yang Ming's words, he did it all by himself.

The master's words were very effective, and Yang Ming and others were indeed arranged to appear second to last.

Dai Mubai and the others didn't go out to watch the battle. During the previous match, they more or less consumed their soul power, they were all eating Oscar's recovery sausage, trying to recover their physical strength in the shortest possible time, and keep themselves in the best condition.

Yang Ming yawned, and wielded a knife in his right hand. The knife was not an ordinary knife, but Tianya's Martial Soul Broken Blade.

In Yang Ming's hands, the sharp and unstoppable Broken Blade was played like a flower, like a light butterfly flying back and forth in Yang Ming's palm, performing difficult moves one after another.

Just like in the past, even if Yang Ming got a lot of memories of Dugu Qiubai, he still needs to practice constantly, learn new things by reviewing the past, achieve the unity of knowledge and action, and imprint Dugu Nine Swords into his instincts.

Yang Ming seemed to be performing acrobatics with the knife, but in fact he was practicing the broken knife style. Every move carried a mysterious mystery, which made people immerse themselves in it after watching for a long time.

Tang San's eyes overflowed with a noble purple meaning, he is a person who knows the goods, it is for this reason that the more he looks at it, the more frightened he is, and the more he can understand that the gap between himself and Yang Ming has not narrowed, on the contrary, Yang Ming Ming was left far behind again.

Just when Tang San was trying to learn from Yang Ming and was planning to steal from Dugu Nine Swords, a discordant voice came:

"Hey, little girl, you look pretty good, what are you doing covering your face, why don't you let your brother take a closer look?"

Yang Ming raised his head suddenly, and saw a burly man with a height of more than two meters walking towards them. He looked like he was in his 30s, with his upper body bare, showing exaggerated dark muscles.

His eyes were shining, looking at the extremely hot Zhu Zhuqing, his saliva almost flowed out.

Regardless of Zhu Zhuqing's young age, she is the best developed among the few girls, with a 404 figure, which is enough to make any man feel excited.

Seeing this man's expression, like a wretched man trying to seduce a little girl to look at a goldfish, Yang Ming frowned and raised his index finger, faintly gathering awe-inspiring sword aura.

"I give you a chance to reorganize the language."

(End of this chapter)