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"Mid-jungle linkage?"
The staff member was stunned when she heard this. She had been doing this registration work for several years, and this was the first time she heard such a strange combination name.
"Are you sure?" The staff asked Zeng Yi again.
"Sure, this is it." Zeng Yi said with a very sure expression.
He is a happy-go-lucky man, and his martial spirit is also Wine Barrel, so he is also nicknamed Wine Barrel. He is a mid laner and a jungler. If they are two together, wouldn't it be very vivid to call him a midfielder linkage?
"Okay." After confirmation, the staff accelerated the work at hand. After a while, she completed the registration procedures and handed Zeng Yi two black iron-level badges.
The points for each type of fighting spirit in the fighting arena are accumulated separately. For example, if Zeng Yi wins a few points by playing solo, then he will have to start over again when he forms a team with others to play two versus two. calculate.
This rule makes Zeng Yi feel like playing single and double queues and flexible formations in previous games.
Zeng Yi's iron-level badge is similar to the original one, with his title, Prodigal Son Yi, engraved on it. The difference is that above the three words "Prodigal Son Yi", there are also four words in larger fonts engraved, with the middle and wild characters linked.
After handing Cass the black iron badge with the word "wine barrel" engraved on it, Zeng Yi took Cass to conduct a two-on-two spirit battle ranking.
"Brother, does it really matter if we do this?" Cass asked Zeng Yi in a panic.
"It's okay, just rest assured! Let's work together and our combination will be invincible." Zeng Yi said, giving him a reassuring look.
"No, you said that one of us is level 33 and the other is level 35. If we meet a group with an average level of 37 or 8, wouldn't we be useless?" Cass said again, although he started with him Sister and Xiong Daxiong Er heard that Zeng Yi was very powerful, saying that he was stronger than Uncle Zong, but Uncle Zong was a four-ring soul sect! You, a soul master, are actually stronger than the soul sect? He felt that what they said was a bit exaggerated, and he didn't believe it anyway.
"Brother! Although I know that you are very good, but if I don't stop, you will have to fight one against two." Cass reminded Zeng Yi again, making it clear that he is very good and let him do it first. Be mentally prepared, if you lose then you will be criticized.
"Okay, okay." Zeng Yi said with a helpless expression. He felt that this fat man was a coward. Why was he so timid? I said, are you worthy of your weight of 300 kilograms? Thank you for calling me wine barrel. When I used to play games, the wine barrel players I met would bump into each other when they saw someone. They showed off their skills and won a horse. Why did you become such a coward? You were in front of me during the day. Where did you have the courage to speak ill of him in front of your sister?
Zeng Yi rolled his eyes at the fat man and couldn't help but complain in his heart.
But he remembered again that he acted like that only after drinking. How about letting him drink some wine before going on the field?
"Don't worry, Tongzi! Even if you are killed, I can still fight one against two. Then you just have to watch my operation." Zeng Yi said confidently. Anyway, he didn't expect Cass to give him any help. He brought him here just to make up the number of people. In other words, he was just a paddle, and he was carrying a heavy load by himself. Because he brought him with him, Zeng Yi lost the passive bonus of Ronin's skills and became much weaker. However, even without that bonus, he was still stronger than soul masters of the same realm, which Zeng Yi was very confident about.
Besides, fighting like this is only interesting if I carry a heavy load, and I can show how powerful I am. Otherwise, it's all just a matter of seconds. It won't be interesting to me, and it won't be interesting to the audience either.
"Follow me to the Soul Fighting Arena these days, and I will take you to the bronze level. Watch carefully and study hard, so that your strength will improve."
"Really?" Cass looked a little happy when he heard what Zeng Yi said.
Although there is only one rank difference between iron-level fighting spirit and bronze-level fighting spirit, it takes 100 points to advance from iron fighting spirit to bronze fighting spirit, and you only get one point if you win a game. If you want to advance quickly, you need to win consecutively and gain points. Otherwise, if you win one game and lose another, you won't be able to advance even after playing for a whole year.
If Zeng Yi could bring him to Bronze, then he would be the only Bronze-level fighting spirit in their team, and then he could show off to them. Thinking of this, Cass felt happy.
Zeng Yi glanced at Cass, and when he saw his happy face, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart and shook his head.
Oh~, why don't you just get a bronze one? Look at your happy and hopeless look.
"Of course! I also want to win streak and advance quickly, but the damn rule is that you can only play once a day. After staying in Kurogane for a long time, I feel like I am going to become stupid."
"Well......"
Hearing this, Cass scratched his head in confusion.
Why do you feel like you are scolding me?
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The two ranked at the same time and were assigned to the same fighting spirit area. Zeng Yi and Cass did not meditate and adjust their breath in the lounge to prepare for battle. Instead, they went to the special soul master auditorium to watch the fighting souls on the field and wait for their own fighting souls.
But tonight, Zeng Yi didn’t bring Xiao Ju, and it didn’t like Zeng Yi storing it with the staff of the Soul Fighting Arena. Zeng Yi gave it to Carrie and asked her to help look at it. Anyway, he was making money here. After paying the money, I will also go to the tavern, and then I will just take it back.
After waiting for a while, the host called out the name Yi Yi.
"Hey, brother, it's your turn."
Hearing the host's loud voice, Cass pushed Zeng Yi, who was sitting next to him with his legs crossed and leaning on a chair, drinking from a wine gourd in his hand.
"Oh, then I'll go first."
Zeng Yi responded and put the wine gourd into the space bracelet.
Cass saw Zeng Yi stand up lazily, and then stretched. Suddenly, Zeng Yi's figure disappeared from his eyes. Cass was immediately confused by this situation. When he looked around, Zeng Yi's figure was already standing on the soul fighting field.
Looking at the man in green shirt standing on the field with shocked eyes, Cass' throat couldn't help but slide.
This person...can't be a ghost, right?
Cass was not the only one who was shocked, but also the host of the Soul Fighting Arena. Not long after he finished speaking, and just as he was about to leave the stage, he saw a figure appear silently in the Soul Fighting Arena.
Is this person really just a soul master?
Seeing Zeng Yi's indifferent expression, the host couldn't help but wonder if the staff had made a mistake in sorting and threw a high-level soul master into the soul master group.
"It's the prodigal son Yi!" Someone in the audience said when they saw Zeng Yi.
"It's so fast, I didn't even see how he came into play? Is his soul skill teleportation?"
"I don't know, but he is really strong. He has won four consecutive victories. It seems that he can win five consecutive victories today."
Zeng Yi's figure suddenly appeared, making the audience exclaimed and then started talking.
"Who is the prodigal son Yi? Is he famous?" Audiences who have never seen Zeng Yi fighting souls can't help but ask those who know.
"The prodigal son Yi is a new fighting spirit who has recently arrived. He is very powerful. Zhu Gangyong, do you know that?"
"That cruel person? I know!"
"He had his arms chopped off by Yi Yijian, the prodigal son!"
"so smart?"
"Of course, you didn't see the spirit fight the day before yesterday. He directly caused a huge tornado. That scene, tsk tsk tsk, was like a natural disaster!" Recalling the scene that day, a trace of fear flashed in the audience's eyes. look.
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Zeng Yi's opponent was a thin man with a strong martial spirit. As soon as he came on the stage, he was wary of Zeng Yi, immediately released his soul power, and then completed the possession of the martial soul. He looked very majestic with two big horns on his head.
Three soul rings rose from the soles of the skinny man's feet, one white and two yellow, pulsating around his body and shining with light. For a moment, a white soul ring and a yellow soul ring flashed, and Zeng Yi knew that he had used a soul skill. Therefore, this kind of behavior of releasing the soul ring is very stupid. Although he didn't know what the effect of his soul skills was, Zeng Yi could see that this man's body had undergone some changes. His body became stronger and his skin color also changed, looking like a layer of rock. It seems that this is a state-based soul skill, which should increase defense, strength and attack.
The bull-headed man did not attack, but stared at Zeng Yi cautiously, as if waiting for Zeng Yi's attack.
He knew that Zeng Yi had seen Zeng Yi's spirit fighting. He was very strong. He was definitely not something that a thirty-sixth level spirit master like him could win. But he didn't admit defeat directly. He also thought about having a fight with Zeng Yi. However, when he saw Zeng Yi standing there with a calm face, a look of fear flashed in his vigilant eyes.
He had watched the spirit fighting, and the huge roaring tornado in the scene, and now that he thought about it, it still shocked him.
Not planning to take action? In this case......
Zeng Yi looked at the bull-headed man, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and a faint smile on his face. He released his soul power and grasped the hilt of Lan Qie's sword at his waist.
"Don't close your eyes! Because..."
Zeng Yi's voice was not loud, but the bull-headed man could hear it clearly, as if Zeng Yi was talking in his ear.
No Self Sword Heart!
Step forward and chop!
Suddenly, the bull-headed man's eyes became horrified, because he saw Zeng Yi's figure disappearing from his sight.
"It has ended."
A faint word rang in his ear, and he felt a sharp coolness on his neck, close to his skin, and his body couldn't help but tremble. That faint voice, like the god of death, whispered in his ear, as if he was under the influence of death. In one moment, you can take away your life.
So fast! It was completely impossible to see this person's movements, as if he was teleporting.
The bull-headed man wanted to resist, but he couldn't do it at all. His whole body was suppressed by the sharp aura of the cold front. Now he couldn't move even if he wanted to. Cold sweat broke out all over his body, and he felt like he was in a Just like in an ice cave.
No! No! I don't want to die!
Feeling the slight squirming feeling of the blade against the skin on his neck, the bull-headed man's eyes widened with horror, and he screamed crazily in his heart, filled with a strong desire to survive.
With a gentle touch of the Lanqi in Zeng Yi's hand, the rock-like skin was cut open, and a small bright red line appeared.
After removing Lan Qi from the neck of the bull-headed man, he knelt down on the ground weakly in an instant. The possession of the martial spirit was released, and he supported the ground with his hands. His face was pale, and he kept breathing heavily, and his clothes were all worn out. Wet with cold sweat.
The bull-headed man turned his head with difficulty and looked at the figure behind him. He saw that he was holding a long knife in his hand, with a calm expression, and a pair of silver eyes looking at him, indifferent and ruthless, like the god of death.
"I...I lost."
Seeing the bull-headed man admitting defeat, the host had a look of astonishment on his face, and walked into the spirit fighting arena a little dull, announcing loudly: "The winner of this spirit fighting is Master Yi, the prodigal son! Currently, he has five consecutive victories!"
The audience in the auditorium didn't know what happened before the spirit fight was over. However, as the host sang loudly, the audience also cheered and shouted.
After all, he is the prodigal son Yi! This time it was faster, as fast as the wind. He was really a man like the wind.
At this time, this is the voice of the audience.
After winning the victory, Zeng Yi walked down to the Soul Fighting Arena silently without a trace of joy. Would a king be happy to defeat a black iron? Won't. And Zeng Yi felt like this. The only thing that could comfort Zeng Yi was the reward of ten gold soul coins.
This is the ending of his orphaned soul fight. It's all a matter of seconds, and the victory is simple and boring.
"F*ck! Brother, you are too strong! Just one move and you're dead!" Zeng Yi returned to his original position, and Cass immediately exclaimed at Zeng Yi with an exaggerated expression.
"Of course, otherwise I dare to take you to the next level?"
"Strong! Boss, please let me hold your thigh tightly!"
"roll!"
Seeing that the big fat man Cass really wanted to hug him, Zeng Yi said something disgusting.
A fat man of 300 pounds and covered with hair hugged him. This was a scene that Yi had never dared to imagine. It was too disgusting.
"I'm done fighting for souls. I guess you'll be here soon. Please finish this bottle of wine quickly." Zeng Yi took out a wine gourd from his space bracelet and handed it to Cass, saying to him.
Zeng Yi's words made Cass a little confused. Why did he need to drink before the battle? Doesn't it affect performance?
"Why?"
"No reason! Drink it quickly, it will increase your combat effectiveness by 200%." Zeng Yi urged.
You are a wine barrel and you are not drunk, how can you get in there so recklessly?
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