Douluo Zhijie lottery system

Chapter 34

What kind of concept is one hundred cubic meters?

Equivalent to the size of a room!

Originally, the master thought that the 24 Bridge Moonlight Belt named by Tang San was very good, with a storage space of 24 cubic meters, and even praised Haikou, calling it a top-notch soul tool, unique in storage space.

Now, looking at the Youhai Najie in Yang Ming's hand, he realizes what it means to be someone outside a person, and there is a mountain outside the mountain.

Don't be afraid of not knowing the goods, just be afraid of comparing the goods!

Compared with the 24 cubic meters of Youhai Najie, the storage space of [-] Bridge Moonlit Night is not very impressive.

Even, in order to take care of Grandmaster's face, Yang Ming did not mention the unique soul binding function of high-level Najie, otherwise, I am afraid that Grandmaster will not be able to raise his head in front of this junior Yang Ming after listening to it.

He can't afford to lose this man!

Inside the carriage, a sudden silence descended, no longer the lively scene just now.

The master kept his mouth shut and did not inquire about Youhai Najie in detail, because this was already a secret that belonged to Yang Ming.

It's just that every time he glanced at this beautiful ring, the master, just like the Great Spirit Master Matthew Nuo in the Spirit Hall before, subconsciously used his brain and began to think wildly:

"Sacred Soul Village... Soul Saint... Little San's father Tang Hao... Yang Ming's hand is a soul tool that can be said to be of the highest quality... oh... Could it be that there are some shocking secrets in the Holy Soul Village?"

The master was almost stunned by his own brain hole. The eyes he looked at Yang Ming changed. He no longer looked at the younger generation, but looked at the children of a certain noble family.

Yang Ming naturally didn't know what the master was thinking. After binding the Youhai Na ring with the soul imprint, it was worn on the thumb of his right hand, not to mention, it was quite suitable.

Looking at the Youhaina Ring on his thumb, Yang Ming's eyes were a little bit different.

"When will I be as good as the king of the undead, Ainz Urgon, with rings on all ten fingers?"

Speechless all the way.

The four-hundred-mile journey is neither long nor short, but due to the current lack of transportation, Yang Ming and his party set off from the morning until noon the next day, and finally reached their destination.

Soul Hunter Forest.

If there is no demand, there will be no buying and selling. Since there is a huge demand for soul beasts, a bazaar has already been built outside the forest.

On the simple road paved with cobblestones and gravel, pedestrians in various costumes come and go, and the businesses on both sides of the road are deformed and prosperous. Hotels, restaurants, nightingale shops, medical halls, weapons shops, armor shops, various shops Row by row, we provide a wide variety of services.

Someone once joked that outside the Soul Hunting Forest, you can easily find the strongest wine and the hottest woman.

"There is a warrant to form a team to hunt down a hundred-year-old soul beast. The five-member team is short of four, so come and help."

"Bring new people to form a team, get on the bus quickly, ten gold coins per person, no bargaining!"

"The acquisition of the distribution map of soul beasts, the price is easy to negotiate."

All kinds of information meet here, forming a place for material exchange and information exchange.

Yang Ming was walking on the street, listening to the shouts that came from time to time in his ears, he suddenly had an absurd illusion, did he enter some kind of domestic inferior online game?

At this time, should I yell:

"Hello everyone, I'm Zha Zhahui, the new version of the boat that Jiesili has never pulled, and I need to experience it for three minutes. Lizao will be like me, love the game of the elephant festival. The legend of Jiewan is a brother who will come. cut me."

Thinking of interesting places, Yang Ming couldn't help but tick the corners of his mouth.

Yang Ming followed the master, but he didn't notice that there were two small tails hanging 100 meters behind him.

The two tattooed men looked at the direction Yang Ming was going and exchanged in a low voice:

"I didn't expect that this kid would go hunting for soul beasts so quickly to obtain a soul ring at such a young age. It seems that his talent is not bad."

"It doesn't matter whether he is talented or not, he is dead anyway! You can only blame him, he is the descendant of organized traitors!"

The two tattooed men walked without making the slightest sound of footsteps, as if they were weightless and light.

The master took Yang Ming and Tang San, walked all the way to the depths of the market, and explained to the two at the same time:

"Soul beasts are not as easy to hunt as you think. Some naturally powerful soul beasts still have a strong attack power even if they have not practiced for a long time."

"So, when most people come here to hunt soul beasts, they will choose to form a group. Everyone gathers together to keep warm and make up for each other's shortcomings. This not only has a higher chance of hunting soul beasts, but also provides a little more security, because in the soul hunting forest, it is often Sometimes, the most sinister thing is not the soul beast, but the human heart."

"Fortunately, what we're going to hunt this time is only a hundred-year-old soul beast. If I take care of it, as long as we don't provoke too powerful soul beasts, there will basically be no problem."

The three of them walked through the buildings and walked out of the market.

What catches the eye is a hundred-year-old tree. The sturdy trunk is at least as thick as six people hugging each other. The canopy reaches the sky. Passing through the leaf gap, the broken light spot is projected under the ground.

On the periphery of the forest, there is a huge circle of steel fences. The height of the fence is more than ten meters. It looks extremely solid. A lot of spikes are exposed towards the side of the forest to prevent the spirit beasts in the forest from rushing out.

Outside the fence, there was also a group of soldiers, a pair of a hundred people, dressed in fine iron armor, holding a long spear, and the army was well-organized. This kind of chilling air, it is obvious that they are all elite soldiers in a hundred battles, with very strong strength, not just decorations.

When the three of Yang Ming approached, a group of soldiers came in neat marches.

"Stop here, please show your warrants."

Master took the opportunity to turn around and explained to Yang Ming and Tang San:

"Not everyone can enter the captive Soul Hunting Forest in the state. Only soul masters who have obtained a warrant issued by the Spirit Hall are eligible to enter the Soul Hunting Forest to hunt soul beasts."

Saying that, the master took out a warrant. It was dark and did not know what material it was made of. The pattern on it was made up of three shapes. In the center was a sharp sword with the tip pointing downwards. Hammer and a monster.

This is the third-level warrant of the Spirit Hall.

The soldier took the warrant and recognized it at a glance. His stern face showed a hint of respect. He held the warrant in both hands and returned it to the master. He raised his hand, signaling the soldiers to make a way and let the three of Yang Ming enter.

Shortly after Yang Ming and the three left, the tattoo duo followed.

Surprisingly, what they took out was also the third-class warrant from the Spirit Hall.

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(End of this chapter)