Douluo's ice devil Yuhao

Chapter 378 Yan Shaozhe, I want your life!

Mr. Zhang gave instructions, and each contestant was presented with a nine-square-shaped tray.

In each grid, there is a square piece of rare metal, and each piece of metal has a different color.

Mr. Zhang continued: "The requirements for the skill assessment are very simple, that is, to complete nine different core magic circle making skills on these nine pieces of metal."

"For the sake of fairness, all the topics were randomly selected by the chief referee and other referees just now, and all of you are not allowed to use your own carving knives, you can only use the one in the tray."

"For the first question, drill [-] holes; for the second question, arrange more than [-] arcs evenly; for the third question..."

Mr. Zhang talked about a series of topics, from easy to difficult.

The expressions of several contestants began to become a little ugly.

The nine questions in this skill test are not simple, and the metals used in each question are not suitable for the corresponding test questions at all.The last question is even more complicated for the sake of complexity, and it does not have any practical significance at all.

Zhang Lao Youyou said: "Your time assessment time is only a quarter of an hour, and you will be eliminated at the end according to the number of questions you have completed."

Several contestants looked even more embarrassed.

Even if it is a seventh-level soul engineer, it is not easy to complete these nine complicated skill questions within a quarter of an hour.

"Skill assessment, start."

With one order, all the contestants started the intense assessment at the same time, a race against time.

Mr. Zhang returned to the referee's seat and focused on Huo Qiu'er again.Her performance still surprised all referees.

Huo Qiu'er frowned slightly, earnestly completing the assessment questions in hand.

But her speed is very slow, not comparable to the players from Xishui League and Odu Chamber of Commerce. The fastest player has already completed three exam questions, and Huo Qiuer has just completed the first question.

"What exactly does the Ordinary League want to do?"

At this moment, Mr. Zhang can conclude that Huo Qiu'er's soul engineer level is probably only level four, she can't pass the skill test at all, and she will probably be eliminated in this round.

Old Chen on the side hurriedly reminded: "Old Zhang, look at that side."

Mr. Zhang shifted his gaze to another female player in red from the Pingfan League. The performance of the latter made him extremely astonished.

She didn't even finish the first question, she didn't even move, she just sat there and let the time go by slowly.

"Is Pingfan League crazy? This is the final!" Old Chen exclaimed.

Mr. Zhang stared fiercely, as if he heard a thunderstorm in his head.

"I get it! I get it!" He couldn't help blurting out, showing an expression of sudden realization.

A few referees nearby hurriedly asked, "Old Zhang, what do you understand?"

Old Zhang said solemnly: "This is the secret weapon of the Ordinary League. This is a master that Shangguan Wei'er found from nowhere. We want to send her to the finals."

"how do I say this?"

After guessing Pingfanmeng's intentions, Lao Zhang couldn't help but sneered: "When I first came into contact with that player from Pingfanmeng, I could tell that her cultivation base is not bad, and she is more like a soul master than a soul mentor."

Elder Wang was taken aback, and said: "I remembered, she is the Snow Demon Sect member who was in the semi-finals of the Soul Master Competition yesterday."

Mr. Zhang nodded: "Then this must be the foreign aid Shangguan Weier invited. Think about it, what is the difference between this underground soul mentor competition and the regular soul mentor competition we usually hold?"

After his inspiration, Mr. Chen also reacted: "The outcome is determined by confrontation, there is no limit to the means, life or death."

Mr. Zhang shook his head helplessly: "This is a common problem of these underground forces. They don't test the production of soul tools, but only pursue killing and killing."

"Anyway, there is no restriction on the use of martial spirits in the duel. Just find some powerful soul masters. As long as they are sent to the finals, they may not be opponents of the other two major forces."

"It's Shangguan Wei'er who took advantage of the rules to take advantage of the loophole."

He admired sincerely in his heart, Shangguan Weier is really tall.

Although this violated the original intention of the soul engineer competition, it did not violate the rules. As long as Huo Qiu'er was not eliminated, she would be able to enter the next stage smoothly.

"Mr. Zhang, then..." a referee said.

"Don't worry about it, just do it as you want, and you can win the ordinary league."

Zhang Laoxin waved his hand and sneered in his heart at the same time.

He is a traditional research-oriented soul engineer, and he has always disliked these underground soul-guiding competitions that only focus on fighting and killing. Since the rules allow it, he will not say anything more.

What's more, the original intention of these underground soul guide competitions has nothing to do with promoting the development of soul guides. Isn't it just bloody games organized by these underground forces for gambling or other interests?

Mr. Zhang didn't say any more, but he became more and more interested in the next match.

"time up."

The timing soul guide sounded, and Mr. Zhang loudly announced the end of the skill assessment.

Nine people participated in the assessment, three people completed it, and six people did not complete it.After the evaluation by seven judges, the one with the lowest degree of completion among the incompletes was eliminated, and it was the third player of the Ordinary League.

There are eight people left, who will participate in the next match.The player with the highest skill score will compete with the first-to-last player, the second-to-last player will compete with the second-to-last player, and so on.

Surprisingly, Huo Qiu'er's skill score is not the last one, and there are players from the Odu Chamber of Commerce who are even lower than him.

He spent too much energy in the previous production process, and he didn't have the energy to concentrate at all. As a sixth-level soul instructor, his assessment completion rate was worse than that of fourth-level soul instructor Huo Qiu'er.

Huo Qiu'er's opponent was one of the temporary replacement soul mentors of the Xishui League, while Ye Guyi's opponent was from the Odu Chamber of Commerce.

After a short rest, they came to the third part of the competition.

"In the first match, No.1 played against No.8."

No.1 is Huang Zheng of the Xishui League. The soul guide he made is a giant metal claw with a hideous appearance.

His method was extremely bloody, three extremely sharp light blades popped out from the giant metal claws, and directly cut off the soul guide device of the player from the Aodu Chamber of Commerce along with half of his body.

As the chief referee, Zhang Lao didn't stop him, but frowned and announced the result of the game mercilessly.

This is the characteristic of the underground soul competition, unscrupulous means, regardless of life or death, unless one party voluntarily admits defeat or dies, otherwise the referee will never stop the competition.

The second round of the eighth round was between Huo Qiuer and the second contestant of the Xishui League, a bald man with half his face tattooed with hideous black patterns, about 25 years old, with a fierce look on his face.

The bald man walked onto the stage, glanced at the soul gun in Huo Qiuer's hand with disdain, and let out a sinister laugh.

"Heck, the teacher also reminded me to be very careful with you, I didn't expect you to be just like that."

"That level of soul guide, I don't pay attention to it at all."

As he spoke, he carried a wind tunnel-shaped soul tool on his shoulder, and the six optimally matched soul rings flickered behind him.

His talent in soul tools is slightly inferior, he is only a fifth-level soul engineer, but he is a real evil soul master and soul emperor.

"Oh, all right."

Huo Qiu'er sighed, and directly threw away the soul guide gun in his hand, and the same six optimally proportioned soul rings emerged behind him, and his arms were already covered by golden dragon scales.

"Then I don't need it."

This move was so shocking that it caused an uproar in the audience.

Throw away your own soul guide device in the soul guide competition and use Wuhun to fight instead. Is this still a soul guide competition?

But after thinking about it, it seems that there is really nothing wrong with it. After all, the rules of the underground soul guide competition are that there are no rules, regardless of life or death.

When the bald evil soul master saw Huo Qiu'er's appearance after being possessed by the martial spirit, he opened his mouth wide and froze for two seconds, a trace of panic appeared in his eyes, and cold sweat unconsciously dripped down from his bald head.

"It turned out to be you!"

He had already recognized Huo Qiu'er as the soul master Long Wu who killed two evil soul masters in the semi-finals of the soul master competition.

Unexpectedly, she not only appeared in the final of the soul mentor competition, but also became her own opponent.

Even the Sacred Bone Sheath of the Evil Soul was defeated by her, how could he possibly win.

Wait, maybe, now I have a soul guide in my hand, but the opposite is bare-handed.

The bald evil soul master unconsciously squinted his eyes, and there was a hint of greed in the slits in his eyes.

"Second match, No.2 vs. No.7..."

"Wait a minute!" The bald evil soul master interrupted immediately.

Just when everyone thought he was going to say something, the bald evil soul master simply said: "I admit defeat."

After speaking, he slipped off the stage.

The audience were all stunned, they didn't expect this fierce-faced bald man to be so timid, to admit defeat without even fighting.

Someone made fun of him and asked if he was frightened by the bloody scene of the previous game, and some gamblers who bet on the Xishui League directly cursed.

In the third match, Ye Guyi easily defeated the opponent from the Aodu Chamber of Commerce and advanced to the semi-finals.

In the fourth game, the Xishui League eliminated the No.3 player from the Aodu Chamber of Commerce.

So far, the Odu Chamber of Commerce has been completely eliminated.In the final four, only two players from the Xishui League and the Ordinary League were left.

The result of the lottery draw for the next semi-finals was also very smooth, Huo Qiuer and Ye Guyi did not draw each other.Ye Guyi's opponent was Huang Zheng, and Huo Qiu'er's opponent was another disciple of the third elder who had temporarily replaced him.

Somewhat surprisingly, Huo Qiu'er's opponent chose to admit defeat again.

Next is the match between Ye Guyi and Huang Zheng.

The spectators are already excited, paying special attention to the upcoming game.

If Ye Guyi wins, then the champion of this underground soul engineer competition will already be in Pingfanmeng's pocket.

This competition determines the control over the smuggling of rare metals, and it is related to the interests of almost all the nobles present, so they are naturally very concerned.

Standing behind the Xishui League is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and standing behind the Common League are nobles represented by several princes. Whichever side wins is enough to change the pattern of Mingdu.

Both sides stepped onto the stage.

Ye Guyi looked at Huang Zheng not far in front of him, his pretty face turned cold at the moment.

This was her original purpose of participating in the soul mentor competition, to personally eliminate these evil soul masters on the field, to practice the justice in her heart, and to be worthy of the name of a holy angel.

However, Pingfanmeng only regards itself as a tool to deal with Xishuimeng.

But now, Ye Guyi has found a place where she can practice her own justice. Before she leaves, she will follow her original intention and cut down the evil in front of her eyes.

"Game start!"

Huang Zheng opened his giant soul guide claws, and instantly lit up three sharp purple-black blades, and went straight to chop Ye Guyi.

He didn't mean to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, the soul ring flickered behind him, and it was the bloodiest killing move when he came up.

Ye Guyi took a deep breath, raised the long sword with both hands, and a strong sacred aura surrounded his body.

A pair of pure white wings had slowly spread behind her, and the intense golden-white light swept away all the darkness and evil in front of her like a tsunami.

Xishuimeng rest area.

Nangong Wan frowned and said: "Deputy leader, the championship is a matter of great interest, do you really want to give it to the ordinary league?"

Feng Ling said coldly: "Don't worry, let Pingfanmeng be proud for a few days first, and it won't be too late to settle the score slowly after the Holy Cult welcomes the return of the Golden Dragon Saintess."

"Do you really think those princes can keep them? Xu Tianran has long wanted to do something to those princes, but it's just a little troublesome."

This is the plan of the Xishui League. Because of Huo Qiu'er's presence, temporarily give up the championship of the soul mentor competition, and then use violent means to regain the benefits that should belong to the Xishui League.

But at the next moment, headed by Feng Ling, all the worshiping elders of the Holy Spirit Cult, the Saintess of Huofeng, stood up, staring at the stage with wide eyes, and the surrounding atmosphere was completely gloomy.

What did they see?
Huang Zheng was engulfed by Ye Guyi's golden-white light, not even the slightest ashes remained.

This is not the light attribute, but the nemesis of evil soul masters, the sacred attribute.This is the enemy of the Holy Spirit Cult, and she must not be allowed to grow up.

In the eyes of Feng Ling and others, Ye Guyi is no different from a corpse.

Feng Ling said in a low voice: "After the game, we are going to welcome the return of the Golden Dragon Saintess. We must not let her have a chance to run away. Let's deal with her now."

The third elder's face was grim: "I'll kill her!"

Feng Ling raised her right hand: "The others stand still for the time being, and all listen to my orders. It is important to welcome the return of the Golden Dragon Maiden. Zhang Peng, you are not from the Xishui League, you go and deal with her."

"The sooner the better!"

"Yes."

Scorpion Tiger Douluo took the order, and then disappeared into the rest area.

The game ended in such an unexpected way, the Pingfan League actually defeated the Xishui League, the largest underground force in Mingdu, by an absolute advantage.

There is no need to continue the finals, and all the rewards have been sent to the Ordinary League.

A full two tons of rare metal, the ninth-level soul tool Sun Moon God Needle, and the most important ninth-level custom-installed soul guide shell.

Zhang Lao handed the Sun Moon God Needle to Shangguan Wei'er, briefly explained how to use it, and looked at her with some sarcasm.

"Shangguan Weier, you are still so cunning."

Shangguan Wei'er smiled slightly: "The slave family is only doing things for the prince."

Elder Zhang looked at Huo Qiuer, and just about to say something, he saw Shangguan Weier winking at him, and then Elder Zhang noticed Noumenon Sect, Shrek and others.

Rao, as Zhang Lao's ninth-level soul instructor, also felt a burst of palpitations for no reason.

His pupils narrowed slightly, as if he had realized something, he hurriedly said: "I also entrust the Lord Shangguan to send a message to His Excellency Prince on my behalf, and I will definitely visit him in person someday."

After speaking, Mr. Zhang left.

Shangguan Wei'er received the championship reward, and looked at Du Bushi and Xuanlao respectfully.

"Thank you to the two seniors for helping me win the championship in the Ordinary League. This is a little care from my family, and I hope the seniors will accept it."

Du Bushi laughed loudly: "The old man will be embarrassed."

He reached out to the Sun Moon God Needle and the ninth-level custom-installed soul guide shell.

Elder Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Old Poison, aren't you a little too self-conscious?"

Du Bushi said: "This is Qiu'er's reward, why not play with me twice?"

"But I, Shrek, also have a share of the credit for this championship." Elder Xuan took it for granted.

Du Bushi was not used to him, so he scolded directly: "Fuck you, Xuanzi, you Shrek didn't contribute half of your effort, so taking in a ready-made disciple is your credit?"

Elder Xuan frowned and said, "I remember that your Noumenon Sect never liked soul tools."

"That was before, I like you as much as I like, can you control it?"

Yan Shaozhe stepped forward to stop him at the right time: "Old Xuan, Senior Noumenon, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time, we'd better leave Mingdu from Xishan..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a strong killing intent suddenly appeared above the rest area of ​​the Ordinary League.

The sky was not bright yet, but at some point in the sky, there was a strange and extremely dark cloud, which weighed on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe.

A cloud of cannonballs poured down in an instant, and the target was Ye Guyi.

Yan Shaozhe beside Ye Guyi's eyes froze, and accompanied by a loud and clear phoenix cry, he soared into the sky, and the dense light scattered the oncoming dark clouds.

The clouds dissipated, revealing the shocked Scorpion Tiger Douluo.

Zhang Peng glared at the person who stopped him in disbelief, and said in surprise, "Yan Shaozhe, why is it you, why are you in the Pingfan League?"

Since Shrek and the Noumenon Sect master came to the western suburbs, they tried their best to hide their aura and made some disguises.Xishui League guessed that they would be near the auditorium, but they did not expect to be in the ordinary league.

"Zhang Peng? You're still alive, yet you dare to appear in front of me!"

Yan Shaozhe hung in the air, squinting at Zhang Peng.

Inside the Xishui League, Nangong Wan said with a look of astonishment: "The deputy leader is Ming Fengyan Shaozhe, what should we do next?"

Feng Ling didn't answer his question, she also turned into a gray-blue light and soared into the sky, ignoring the previous calmness and staying still, pointing directly at Yan Shaozhe in the air.

There was also a Fengming sound beside her, but it was not as crisp and sweet as Yan Shaozhe, but full of mournful wails.

The sharp and hoarse phoenix cry seemed to express all her pain, blood and tears for decades.

"Yan Shaozhe, I want your life!"

(End of this chapter)