Douluo's Stalking Lottery System

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"Remember, what you have to face is a team fight above level 30. Team fights are different from one-on-one and two-on-two. The cooperation between each other is far more important than the strength of fighting alone. Since the opponent is a team In combat, there will be no shortage of various soul masters. As for the combination, it depends on their understanding of the combination."

The master was impatient and guided Yang Ming and others.

Yang Ming shook his head, obviously disapproving of what the master said.

Teamfight?

I singled out everyone on the other side!

If he were to change it to the past, with his current level of thirty-two Soul Venerable strength, without using the explosive skills of the Eight Doors Dunjia, relying solely on other skills, it would seem a bit difficult to be alone in a team match.

One of the biggest influencing factors is that Yang Ming's martial arts and soul abilities are big soul consuming players.

Even if Yang Ming has now been promoted to Soul Venerable, the time he can fully use the spirit of Qinglian Earth's Heart Fire is only extended from the original 60 seconds to 90 seconds. The same is true for the Soul Skill Flame Demon King.

However, it is different now.

After the previous battle, Yang Ming collected several good weapon spirits in the treasure of the king, and also obtained the group battle swordsmanship of the Dugu Nine Swords, which is already not afraid of the consumption in the team battle.

Seeing Yang Ming's disapproval, the master sighed in secret.

The student is too cowhide, and his teacher is also under great pressure!

In desperation, the master had no choice but to pretend not to see it.

Next, Dai Mubai and Tang San began to assign tasks to the team. Yang Ming had never been good at coordinating these things. They stood by and looked at them as tools.

"Little San, you are a Controlling Spirit Master. When you do it later, you will adjust it in the middle."

"Okay, Mubai, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Qing, the three of you will attack. Mubai is in the center, and Xiao Wu and Zhu Qing are on both sides. I will control the opponent as much as possible in the center and assist you in your attack. Fatty, stay behind. , Use your Phoenix FireWire to do long-range attacks and protect Xiaoao and Rongrong."

Tang San paused, glanced at Yang Ming who was doing nothing, and continued:

"As for Yang Ming, he is the true trump card of our team. If you don't make a move, you must break the core of the enemy team. In this case, our game will be stable."

Not only Tang San looked relaxed, but Dai Mubai and others were not nervous.

joke!

With Yang Ming in charge, they only need to do their duties.

Just like the king’s ranking, no matter how strong the jungler is, Yang Ming will not be able to take the flight if his teammates collapse in three ways, right?

Tang San and Dai Mubai also knew very well in their hearts that they just had to follow the steps, try not to make mistakes, and fight steadily so that Yang Ming could reap the heads with peace of mind. This was the greatest contribution to the entire game.

After the discussion, everyone entered the player lounge.518 Chinese Network www.518zw.com

If only one person wears a mask, it may not be too eye-catching, but when eight people all wear the same style of masks and walk into the battle lounge at the same time, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The team battle field is obviously much larger than one-on-one and two-on-two, and the player lounge is also very lively, at least more than 30 soul masters are waiting here.

You know, in the entire Barak Kingdom, there are only two arenas of the size of the Soto Arena, one is here, and the other is the Barak Arena in the capital of the Barak Kingdom.

It can be said that as long as the spirit masters in the Balak Kingdom are willing to participate in the soul fight competition, almost all of them are gathered in these two cities, otherwise there will not be so many spirit masters here.

According to the statistics of Wuhundian, the total number of soul masters in the whole continent does not exceed 100,000, of which there are only about 2,000 resident soul masters in the Balak Kingdom.

It is conceivable that the Great Fighting Soul attracts soul masters.

In addition to the relatively large number of soul masters, great soul masters, and soul respectable players, even soul masters of the soul emperor and soul sage levels are not uncommon in the Great Fighting Soul Arena.

Because the higher the level, the stronger their strength, and the more they can gain in the Arena of Souls. After a game, they can easily earn money that ordinary people can't make in a lifetime. The money is counted and cramped.

If it weren’t for Zao Wou-ki’s enemies all over the world, Flanders thinks highly of himself, the master is a rookie, and the other teachers in the academy are arrogant and disdain to participate in this kind of competition. To the point of going down.

In Yang Ming's words, this is all done by himself.

The master's words were quite effective, and Yang Ming and others were indeed arranged to appear in the penultimate stage.

Dai Mubai and the others didn't go out to watch the game. In the previous games, they consumed their soul power to some extent. They all ate Oscar's recovery sausage, recovering their physical strength in the shortest possible time, and keeping themselves in the best state.

Yang Ming yawned, playing with a knife in his right hand. The knife was not an ordinary knife, but the Martial Soul Broken Blade of Tianya.

The sharp and elusive broken blade was in Yang Ming's hands, and it was almost played out of flowers, like a light butterfly flying back and forth in Yang Ming's palm, performing difficult movements one by one.

As in the past, even if Yang Ming had a lot of memories of Dugu's defeat, he still needs to practice constantly, review the old and learn the new, achieve the unity of knowledge and action, and brand the Dugu Nine Swords into instinct in his bones.

Yang Ming seems to be playing acrobatics with a knife, but in fact he is practicing the knife-breaking style. Every move has a mysterious and mysterious mystery. After a long time, people can't help but be immersed in it.

Tang San’s eyes were filled with noble purple meaning. He is a person who knows the goods. It is for this reason that the more he looks, the more frightened he is, the more he can understand that the gap between himself and Yang Ming has not been narrowed, but he has been Ming once again left far behind.

Just as Tang San was trying to learn from Yang Ming and was about to steal the Dugu Nine Swords from his teacher, a discordant voice came:

"Hey, little girl, you look good, so why are you hiding your face, why don't you let your brother take a closer look?"

Yang Ming suddenly raised his head and saw an extremely sturdy man who was over two meters tall and walked towards them. He looked like he was in his thirties, his upper body was naked and his exaggerated dark muscles were exposed.

His eyes were shining, and his saliva quickly came out when he looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who was extremely hot.

Regardless of Zhu Zhuqing's young age, but the development level is the best among several girls, a 404 figure, enough to make any man see the blood and blood.

When he saw this man's expression, it was like a wretched man trying to seduce the little girl to look at the goldfish. Yang Ming frowned and raised his index finger, faintly condensed with awe-inspiring sword aura.

"I give you a chance to reorganize the language."