Douluo: I didn’t want to become a god, but I actually became a god

In the team battle players' lounge, except for the voices in their corner, there were also teams of people gathered in other places, sizing up their opponents and muttering to themselves about something.

For a moment, I just felt that this place was so noisy that people couldn't really hear what was going on.

The discussion on Yu Yuyi's side has ended, and now there are only a few people who need to restore their soul power, and they are still seizing the time to meditate to restore their soul power.

The rest of them closed their eyes and rested, just waiting for their team names to be called on the stage to compete.

After there was nothing to discuss, Yu Yuyi looked at the soul masters waiting here. There were at least thirty people waiting here, and about twenty more waiting in the viewing area.

From the looks of it, there won’t be many team fights tonight.

The hairpin in Yiyi's hand was played with by her fingers, and the round beads on the prefix swayed slightly.

The shining luster on the beads silently absorbs all the light around it.

According to statistics, there are no more than 100,000 soul masters in the entire continent, and the number of soul masters stationed in the Balak Kingdom all year round is only about 2,000, let alone the soul masters stationed in Soto City all year round.

Whether there are two hundred or not is a question.

However, things are rare and valuable, and there are not many large soul fighting arenas of this scale, so the number of people and soul masters exposed is still quite large.

One night alone, there were about fifty soul masters waiting for the team battle.

If it is an ordinary store, this can be used as bragging rights.

Not to mention that the number of soul masters in one-on-one and two-on-two is only more than the total number of people in team battles, not less than here.

So does level.

Yu Yuyi sensed that there were some soul masters in their sixties and above, not far from where they were waiting. They were probably players a few floors up who had separate lounges.

[I kind of want to fight...]

Just when Yiyi was thinking this, the light source belonging to the soul guide in front of her was mostly blocked.

It made her look up.

An extremely strong man, almost over two meters tall, was standing directly in front of Yiyi's position.

Yiyi couldn't see his expression in the backlight, and could only judge from the physical, skin and muscle condition in front of her that this man was in his thirties, with a naked upper body and exaggerated dark muscles covering it.

The rich voice spoke condescendingly, "Hey, little girl, brother, I want what you have in your hand! Make a price!"

Yiyi: "..." Provocation? Or is it simply stupid?

Yiyi couldn't tell whether the person who came here was really brainless or just wanted to get information.

He could only silently switch the hairpin in his hand to the other hand, and rest his free right hand on the armrest of the chair casually. His right leg followed his upper body and moved to the side, tilting it up and resting on the other leg.

"Not for sale."

"Little girl, don't be shameless. Do you know who I am?! I buy your things to give you face!"

"Oh~~" Yiyi pretended to remember, dragging out a long tone, but in the next second, all the emotions contained in her tone disappeared.

The cold voice replied mockingly:

"Who are you?"

Yu Yuyi was obviously sitting, but he was even more arrogant than the strong man who was standing and looking down at them talking.

"Me? Haha, kid, you'll know who I am if you ask anyone here, why bother pretending to be stupid?"

"Pretending to be stupid?" Yiyi's right hand supported her chin, her fingers gently resting on the cold mask, tapping rhythmically, "You are a soul master of more than thirty levels, do I need to inquire?"

mad! How arrogant!

Hearing the masked female voice reply like this, the soul masters around him who knew the identity of the strong man couldn't help but have such thoughts in their hearts.

And they were also in that short sentence, which seemed to be a provocation and a statement of facts.

They guessed that the woman who was surrounded in the center, who looked like a young girl who had just left home and was wandering around, actually had a higher soul power than the Soul Lord.

With strength as a foundation, few people would doubt that Yu Yuyi and others were still teenagers. They would only think that wearing masks was just a quirk of high-level soul masters.

The strong man also seemed to be angered by this sentence.

It would be better to say that he came here to obtain information about his opponent after pretending to be angry.

Yiyi, who was too lazy to guess what the strong man in front of her was thinking, after replying, put her left hand under the strong man's nose and began to turn the hairpin in her hand.

"Hahahahaha..." The strong man raised his neck and laughed loudly, then raised his big hand and waved it down with a hunting sound, "Since you don't think you need to ask, then go to the King of Hell's Palace and ask the King of Hell Bar!"

"when--"

The hand that waved down was blocked halfway.

With the sound of gold and stone colliding.

The aftermath of the attack washed over this area, causing the surrounding airflow to begin to swirl.

And it was Tang San's mysterious jade hand that blocked that palm.

The hairpin in Yu Yuyi's hand that was ready to block stayed behind Xuan Yu's hand.

Tang San took the lead.

"...mistress."

Yiyi was a little dissatisfied that the bamboo horse had snatched her prey, and she frowned and wanted to say something.

In the end, he just said, "...you are dirty."

If it is touched by garbage, this bamboo horse cannot be taken away.

Tang San's aura, which was originally competing for momentum with the strong man, instantly relaxed.

Knowing Yiyi's logical theory, he quickly understood the meaning of these inconsistent words, and responded with a bit of laughter: "If your hairpin touches it, isn't it dirty too?"

"I can throw it away."

Yiyi doesn't matter.

Anyway, the hairpin in her hand is not the special palace lantern style, it is just something she made casually, ready to be given as a birthday gift. It's just that I've been practicing recently, and if I include the broken ones and this ordinary one, I can get as much as I want.

Although it would be nice to sell this and defraud the stupid guy in front of you of a lot of money.

But... Yiyi refused to let the things she handled fall into the hands of such an insincere person who was just here to provoke.

"That's a shame. If you want to throw it away, why not give it to me?"

"you want?"

Yiyi was speechless and casually threw the hairpin that the strong man wanted to buy to Tang San.

Tang San took it smoothly, and after performing a trick, he wiped it on his waist, and the hairpin was taken into the Twenty-Four Bridge on a Moonlit Night.

And that one stood before them.

However, the strong man was ignored by them and choked by their uninhabited conversation. The anger that he had pretended to be now began to show real feelings and bubbled up.

"Good, good!"

The strong man was so angry that he could only repeat this useless word.

Strong murderous intent burst out from his body.

Although Tang San was locked by this cold murderous intent, his appearance did not show it, but judging from his seemingly relaxed but actually stiff and alert stance, one could tell that Tang San was beginning to be wary of any movement from the opposite side.

Yiyi, who was also locked in murderous aura, raised her eyelids. When she still couldn't see the tall man's face clearly, she began to feel unhappy for no reason.