Douluo's Stalking Lottery System

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Depressed.

Extremely depressed.

At this moment, Yang Ming’s succession of victories is like an unsurpassable mountain pressing on top of the other two college teams. Even the four members of the Wuhundian Academy team headed by Caesar have gone from being careless at the beginning to the present. His face is full of dignified colors.

Because in that short period of time, a total of three members of their Wuhun Temple Academy team have been defeated by Yang Ming. Although the three of them have auxiliary spirit masters, or their strength is not strong, they are even Yang Ming's. I can't touch the corners of the clothes, which is a bit too much!

Looking at the field, in addition to the stitching monsters that Yang Ming summoned from the gate of the dead at first, a skeleton team, a zombie team, a vampire team, a few liches, and even a necromancer were added. Bone horse.

This... is simply a small army!

Yang Ming didn't consume a lot of soul power to maintain the gate of the dead, but when adding a new undead, it would consume a part of the soul power, but after a while, he could reach a certain balance by restoring his soul power.

Seeing that Yang Ming took out a sliced ​​watermelon from Youhaina Ring and was chewing, he looked like a leisurely person, not a person who came to a competition, but a spring, even if the Pope Bibi Dong no matter how hard he cultivates his energy Well, I can't sit still at this time, and I can't hold back my face.

If Yang Ming was allowed to pick and penetrate the Wuhundian Academy team with such ease, where would her face fall?

Ju Douluo Yueguan was the best at observing words and expressions, and she often stayed next to Pope Bibi Dong. From the subtle changes in her facial expressions, she knew that she was angered in her heart, and immediately moved her lips, using the advanced application of spirit power to transmit the voice There are four remaining in the Wuhundian Academy clan.

Upon receiving Ju Douluo's Yueguan prompt, the four headed by Caesar suddenly shuddered.

If it makes the pope unhappy, this is a great sin!

"Next, let me go on the court and drive that guy off!"

Caesar had a sense of war in his eyes, although Yang Ming was one level higher than him, there was no trace of timidity at all.

Unexpectedly, when he just stepped on one foot, a person next to him pressed his shoulder with one hand.

Caesar suddenly turned his head, and saw a red-haired Yan looking like an angry lion stepping out, saying:

"Caesar, you are the trump card of our team. Let me play this game."

"But your martial spirit will be restrained by Yang Ming?" Caesar said.

"You mean his martial soul, Qinglian, the heart of fire and soul skill, the King of Fire Demon, can restrain me?" Yan's eyes glowed with hot light like lava, and he believed: "I can't agree on this point, don't forget Now, my spirit is the ancient flame lord, and I am the master of flame!"

Unsurprisingly, the student of the Alien Beast Academy team was singled out by an undead knight with a spear, and lost the qualification to continue the fight. Yan represents the Wuhundian Academy team, and another from Alien Beast Academy The students of the clan went forward to draw lots.

Looking down at his order, Yan sneered and stepped forward.

A pair of eyes that seemed to contain incomparable heat, seemed to be able to penetrate the shelter of dozens of undead in front of them, and seeing the owner behind them, Yan was full of fanaticism, saying:

"Yang Ming, don't use these low-level undead to show your ugliness, just use your martial soul Qinglian Earth Heart Fire and soul skill, the King of Flame Demon, to fight me!"

Hearing this, Yang Mingcai recovered from the system's prompt sound.

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"Congratulations to the host for speaking out the classic lines of King Glory Arthur and getting a chance to draw a lottery. Do you start the lottery roulette?"

It is said that those who play the hero Arthur in the glory of the king are middle-aged people over forty years old...

Of course, this is not the reason why Yang Ming dislikes this hero, mainly because his abilities are a bit tasteless for Yang Ming now, and his skin is even more difficult to describe.

Whether you are strong or not is a matter of time, and whether you are handsome or not is a lifetime thing!

Yang Ming simply clicked "No".

He has stored a lot of lottery draws, and he knows the changes in the plot, he naturally understands that there will be a big crisis next, so he is determined to use so many lottery draws to play a big one soon!

While his thoughts flashed, Yang Ming heard the hidden invitation to fight, but he was not moved at all.

A joke, if it is true to his wishes, wouldn't it be their way of fighting?

"Wait until you have defeated my servants."

After all, Yang Ming lowered his head and continued to gnaw on the watermelon, ignoring Yan's intention.

"hateful!"

Seeing that Yang Ming didn't mean to put himself in his eyes at all, how could Yan, who was called the golden generation, endure such humiliation?

At the moment, a fiery dark red flame suddenly rose from Yan's body, and his body was shining with the best spirit ring configuration of five spirit rings of two yellow, two purple, and one black.

At the same time, his body began to swell violently under the action of the first two spirit rings. The clothes on his upper body were instantly shattered, and his muscles bulged exaggeratedly, like solid granite, full of a sense of beauty with power. The explosive power can be imagined.

In just an instant, Yan's body has ballooned to three meters away, and his whole body is red, like a Hulk in Marvel, with broad shoulders, strong chest muscles, and six-panel abdominal muscles. , Forming a perfect inverted triangle figure.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Walking with big, wide feet, each stroke caused the entire ground to slightly shake, red fists wrapped the dark red fireworks, blocking the undead, whether it was a fragile skeleton soldier, a cowhide-like zombie, drinking fat The suture monster who grew up in Happy Water is not a one-in-one general of Yan.

Punch, punch after punch!

The bursting flames, fierce boxing, heartily express a kind of violent aesthetics.

Without using too much spirit power, Yan's eyes carried a fierce aura, stepping across the ground full of bones and corpses, a leap of faith dodges the long-range shooting of the lich in the back row, punching a lich, directly They blasted their heads and the fire of the undead in their bones into countless pieces.

It's so arrogant, it's so domineering!

"Law, Law, Law..."

The undead knight with the strength of the soul king suddenly grasped the reins, clamped the horse with his legs, and galloped all the way with a three-meter long spear in his hand. Under the blessing of the skeletal war horse charge, the tip of the spear was a little dark. The light, carrying incomparable penetrating power, is proof that the students of the Alien Beast Academy who were shot out of the field just now still have a hole in the abdomen!

Facing this terrifying offensive comparable to the full blow of the Soul King.

Yan actually didn't mean to give in at all, his fists were wrapped in dark red flames.

Tact for tit, never give in!