Douluo Zhijie lottery system

Chapter 166

(five more)

"Boy, you are crazy, you dare to talk to me in such a tone, do you know who I am?"

As he said that, this man with a height of more than two meters and an extremely strong figure suddenly stared fiercely round, raised his muscular right arm, and slapped Yang Ming with a big hand with a ferocious force. Come.

The force of this palm wrap is very strong. If it is hit, not only will the face be swollen, but even the ears will be deaf.

Yang Ming was not polite to him either, he raised his index finger and middle finger parallel to each other, and the three-inch long sword qi cut towards him without hesitation.

You know, something like sword energy is invisible to the naked eye.

The strong man only thought that Yang Ming was pretending, and wanted to hold his own attack with two fingers, and a cold arc of contempt could not help but curl up at the corner of his mouth.

What kind of shit is Dugu seeking defeat.

That's all.

As he thought so in his heart, the sword energy from Yang Ming's fingertips had already cut through the wide palm of his cattail fan. As soon as he touched it, the four fingers of the strong man broke off immediately and fell to the ground like mud.

The sneer on the strong man's face suddenly froze, like a wax figure in a wax museum, with an indescribably funny feeling.

The ten fingers and the heart all hurt, let alone the pain of four fingers being broken off at the same time?

Immediately afterwards, the sharp pain from the hand rushed to the head like a man whose penis was cut off. The strong man seemed to be hit by an electric current, and the tiger's body shook again and again. Cold sweat like a waterfall.

"Ah! I'm going to kill you!"

Stimulated by the tragic result, the strong man stared at his eyes, and his temples were throbbing, which was extremely frightening.

Seeing that the strong man was going to make trouble in the lounge, and was about to make a big fuss here, a neutral voice suddenly interrupted.

"You all stop it!"

Hearing this voice, no matter how much resentment and unwillingness there was in his stomach, the strong man couldn't help but stop his movements.

Yang Ming turned his head to look, but saw a middle-aged man in his 40s striding forward. He didn't look at his gestures. It seemed that he only took two steps and came to Yang Ming and the tall man. Between strong men.

"Don't you know that private fights are not allowed in the soul fighting preparation area? This is the rule of the big soul fighting field! If you want to fight, you can fight on the soul fighting platform."

That's what I said, but the middle-aged man kept staring at the strong man, obviously targeting him, and on the other hand protecting Yang Ming.

"Director Ao, isn't it fair for you to do this? This kid cut off my finger first, why did you target me?"

The middle-aged man known as Supervisor Ao's gaze became extremely terrifying, his pupils seemed to be looking at a dead person, and he said coldly:

"Kuangxi, do you want me to say it a second time? Don't forget, this is my territory, and I'm in charge. What did you want to do just now, and you didn't have any idea? This is the last time I warn you. You remember it for me."

"Yes, yes, the next is not an example, the next is not an example."

Kuang Xi's strong physique, and his sneering face, looked extremely discordant.

He quickly bent down to pick up the severed finger on the ground. Although the severed finger was severe, in the world of Douluo Continent, there was a peculiar martial soul. As long as he was healed by an auxiliary soul master, there was still a good chance of stitching it back together.

Just as he was bending over to pick it up, Supervisor Ao looked back at Yang Ming.

Completely different from his attitude when facing Kuang Xi, Director Ao showed a friendly smile and greeted Yang Ming with his care.

"Did you get injured just now, will it have any impact on the game?"

These days, Yang Ming has long been famous in the Suotuo Soul Arena with his streak of victories, and he and Director Ao are also nodding acquaintances. He shook his head slightly and said:

"fine."

"It's okay, it's okay."

Director Ao breathed a sigh of relief. For the penultimate team battle tonight, he treated it as the finale. Now that he has sent staff to warm up the arena and even opened the betting game, he does not want Yang Any mistakes were made.

This is not afraid of comparing goods, but afraid of comparing people!

Kuang Xi's face changed a few times, feeling extremely aggrieved, so angry!

Director Ao saw that he was still hanging on here, so he said angrily:

"Kuangxi, the competition will start later, what are you still doing here?"

"me……"

Kuang Xi laughed for a while.

If it was someone else, he would have beaten him so long ago that his ancestors didn't even know him.

But the person in front of him is Director Ao!

Can't afford it, can't afford it, can't afford it!

After finishing speaking, Kuang Xi didn't even dare to let go of a fart, and immediately turned and left in a desperate manner.

Director Ao rolled his eyes at him, and said to Yang Ming and the others:

"He is Kuang Xi, the captain of the Kuang Battle team, and also the enemy that your Shrek team will encounter tonight."

"All the members of the Berserker Team are above level 35. They have come to the Soul Arena to register for seven days. The team has won seven consecutive victories at the Soul Master level. If they can complete ten consecutive victories, they will directly advance to Bronze Douluo. With their strength, even in the [-]th-level team of the copper fighting spirit level, they will be outstanding existences."

"Originally, with the level of Yang Ming's silver fighting spirit badge, he should be matched with an opponent of the silver fighting spirit level."

"However, in your team, the other seven people are only at the level of the Iron Fighting Soul Badge, and there are some people who are at the level of a great soul master in the 20s, which lowers your average strength. I will make the decision to let you Matched to the Berserk team."

Hearing these words, Dai Mubai and the others blushed.

I'm sorry, Yang Ming, we have embarrassed you.

"Secondly, players of the Silver Spirit Fighting level have already finished the competition before, and there are no more Silver Fighting Soul players to compete with you."

"All in all, I am very optimistic about your game this time, and I hope you will perform well."

Supervisor Ao's voice was not loud, but because of his status, he was already very attractive.

Hearing Director Ao's high hopes for this new team, the rest of the players in the waiting room seemed to be overwhelmed with fairy vinegar, sour, so sour!

However, I am so envious!

Director Ao finished speaking and left quietly, just as he came quietly.

Seeing that everyone hadn't come to their senses, Yang Ming clapped his hands to bring them back to their senses.

"Alright, hurry up and recover your soul power. Next, we have a tough battle to fight."

Dai Mubai and the others shuddered, and followed suit.

Seeing that everyone was busy with their own activities, Zhu Zhuqing hesitated for a while, but finally took a step forward.

She has a very good figure, and she described Dingding 404 carefully, bringing a burst of fragrance along the way.

Yang Ming was slightly taken aback, and said:

"Is something wrong?"

Zhu Zhuqing stared at Yang Ming with beautiful eyes, and seemed to be able to see his face through the mask, her plump red lips parted slightly, and said:

"Thank you just now."

It seemed that this sentence exhausted her courage, and after she finished speaking, she turned around shyly and left.

(End of this chapter)