Douluo: Make a gun first

Chapter 174 Meng Yiran

Everyone turned to look and saw a pretty girl of about eighteen or nineteen years old, with short hair and a neat and elegant outfit. On her chest was a beautiful badge engraved with a dragon and snake pattern.

"Who are you?" Shen Feng looked at the girl in confusion.

The girl smiled slightly and said, "Exotic Beast Academy, Meng Yiran, my grandfather Meng Shu, and my grandmother Chao Tianxiang."

Shen Feng suddenly realized: "It turns out to be Miss Meng from the Gai Shi Long She family. I have heard of your name for a long time. I am Shen Feng from the Soul Hunter Guild."

Meng Yiran's eyes lit up: "It's you, the Thunder God of War Shen Feng"

Shen Feng was stunned for a moment: "Thunder God of War? Me?"

Meng Yiran nodded: "Yes, who else could it be if not you?"

"Don't you know? Your name has spread throughout the entire Barak Kingdom. Your appearance is ominous, your strength is ominous, your age is ominous, and other than your name and code name, nothing else is known. You are a completely mysterious man."

"The only rumor is that you are the captain of the Soul Hunting Guild's Reverse Blade Team. As long as they become your prey, no matter if they are Soul Sect or Soul King, no one has survived so far."

Meng Yiran was talking while Shen Feng was confused, but Ma Hongjun, Oscar and others were trying hard to hold back their laughter behind their backs.

In an instant, Shen Feng knew that this was something this group of people had done without telling him.

Turning his head and glaring at the people behind him fiercely, Shen Feng temporarily suppressed his doubts and looked at Meng Yiran and said, "I wonder what's the important matter that Miss Meng suddenly approached me?"

Meng Yiran suddenly came back to his senses and said, "I don't have any important business. I just got the clues about the soul beast from your Soul Hunting Guild when I was hunting soul rings in the Star Dou Great Forest two years ago. I just owed you a favor."

"I just saw everyone from the Soul Hunter Guild outside and thought I'd come over to meet them."

"I really didn't expect to meet a living 'Thunder God of War'. What I didn't expect was that you are so young and handsome."

Shen Feng was speechless. His teammates behind him had already started to hold their stomachs, trying to use the stomachache to hide the increasingly upturned corners of their mouths.

Even Ye Lingling showed a malicious smile, as if she wanted to see how Shen Feng would deal with the current situation.

Fortunately, Meng Yiran seemed to have noticed something and cleverly gave Shen Feng a way out.

"By the way, did you guys just get here today?"

Shen Feng nodded: "Yes, we set out a little late, and only arrived at Barak King City last night."

Meng Yiran pondered and said, "I see. We came here three days ago and have already gotten to know the venue well."

"You all are new here and probably aren't familiar with the environment. I will take you to the rest area."

Seeing Meng Yiran's enthusiasm, Shen Feng smiled awkwardly: "Then I'll trouble you, Miss Meng."

Meng Yiran waved his hand and smiled: "What's the big deal? Compared to the information about the soul beast that your Soul Hunter Guild provided two years ago, this little favor is nothing."

"Enough of the small talk, everyone, please follow me."

As he spoke, Meng Yiran took the lead and walked towards the interior of the Barak Fighting Spirit Arena.

Shen Feng and others looked at each other and followed closely.

"By the way, do you know about today's opening ceremony draw?"

While walking in front, Meng Yiran suddenly turned around and asked everyone.

Shen Feng thought for a moment, shook his head slightly and said, "I don't quite understand. Miss Meng, please help me solve this problem."

Meng Yiran smiled and said, "You look young, but why do you speak so elegantly? You sound like a businessman or politician."

"Could it be that President Shen has been strict with you since you were young, so you have to choose your words carefully when speaking in front of others?" Shen Feng smiled awkwardly: "My parents were strict, so am I."

"Forget it, this is not important." Shen Feng was interrupted by Meng Yiran before he finished speaking, "I'd better tell you about the opening ceremony draw competition, so that you won't be too busy when you go on stage later."

"Today's opening ceremony will feature the King of the Barak Kingdom, the Cardinal of the Wuhun Sub-Palace, my grandfather, and the top leaders of your Soul Hunter Guild, all of whom will be in the VIP seats."

"So when the opening ceremony begins, each college's participating team will go on stage and show their faces in front of those big shots. Then two colleges will be selected to compete. This will serve as a warm-up for the competition."

"It also makes the trip worthwhile for those who bought tickets."

Ma Hongjun said excitedly: "In that case, I hope we can be picked."

"I have been practicing in a low-key manner for so long, and I, Fatty, have never shown my divine power in front of others."

Meng Yiran turned around and glanced at Ma Hongjun: "Fatty? You don't look fat to me."

Ma Hongjun scratched his head: "I used to be quite fat."

"Oh?" Meng Yiran glanced at Ma Hongjun and Bai Chenxiang curiously, "Tell me quickly, what made you decide to lose weight?"

Ma Hongjun was stunned for a moment: "Before, my martial soul had defects, so I was fat. Later, my strength improved and the martial soul defects disappeared, so I naturally lost weight."

"I didn't make a big decision during this period. It was just normal training."

"Oh." With a light "oh", Meng Yiran withdrew his gaze with boredom.

Earlier, when she was outside the door, she saw Ma Hongjun acting as Bai Chenxiang's bodyguard, and she thought there was some kind of sadomasochism between them, such as her disliking his fatness in the early stage, and her painful weight loss for love in the later stage.

In an instant, she imagined countless love, hate, and vengeance, but the truth was so boring.

"By the way, where did you talk about just now?"

"Draw two teams to compete. The fat guy said he hopes we'll be picked. He wants to show off in front of others." Shen Feng reminded.

Meng Yiran clapped his hands: "Yes, yes, that's it."

"However, I'm afraid this 'fat man' will not be able to achieve his goal of showing off his power in front of others."

"Today's match is just a warm-up. Based on the experience of previous competitions, there will basically not be a battle between two overly strong schools, so as to avoid causing the audience's expectations to be too high, which would make the subsequent matches seem unusually boring."

"After all, these audiences have bought tickets, so the organizers have to consider their own interests, right?"

"Don't even mention you. Even our School of Exotic Beasts probably won't be picked."

Yang Potian snorted coldly and said righteously: "This is a grand event for the entire continent. They dare to operate in secret. Aren't they afraid of being exposed and criticized by major soul master academies?"

Meng Yiran was stunned by his angry look for a moment, then burst into laughter and said, "Little brother, you are so sincere and cute."

"This kind of thing is something that the top management knows about tacitly. It's not shameful to make money. In fact, including your Soul Hunter Guild, you will also gain a considerable amount of profit from the profits of this competition."

"Why else would the qualifiers be a round-robin format, with each academy having to compete against every other academy, and then being promoted based on the points ranking?"

"As long as it doesn't affect the fairness of the final competition, there's no way such a small matter that benefits everyone would be exposed."

“Tsk~” Yang Potian curled his lips in disdain, “It’s really rotten from top to bottom.”

Ning Rongrong looked at Yang Potian with shining eyes. This kind of upright and unyielding character really resembles Grandpa Jian.

No, he is more interesting than Grandpa Jian.
Shen Feng glanced at Yang Potian. This kid really needed a beating from society.

(End of this chapter)