Douluo: I mess around in Tangmen

"According to the boss's information, there will be teams of evil soul masters infiltrating this competition. You must eliminate those teams of evil soul masters. If necessary, you can reveal your trump card, but it cannot be the hunter's trump card." Feng Shiyi After speaking, he waved his hand and turned around to continue watching the competition in the ring below.

Zhang San and Ye Lingshuang responded. At this moment, the two waiters from before pushed the door open again, holding trays of expensive wine vessels and wine.

The door opened again, and Zhang San and Ye Lingshuang had quietly disappeared into the room.

In the bright and luxurious aisle, two guards in black armor looked at the two waiters carrying empty plates, then returned their eyes to the VIP door, scanning around the aisle from time to time.

Zhang San walked to a staircase, walked away from Ye Lingshuang, found a deserted corner, changed back into his clothes, and returned to the place where he had sneaked before, the toilet on the second floor.

After confirming that there was no problem with the locked toilet door, Zhang San held a roll of paper in his hand, covering his stomach with a painful expression on his face, clamped his hips, and limped out of the toilet.

A man who entered the toilet was shocked when he saw Zhang San's appearance, "Brother, what's wrong with you? Is there a hidden weapon in the toilet?"

Zhang San looked up at him tremblingly, shook his head and said, "I ate too much chili last night, what's the matter!"

The man looked at Zhang San limping away, shook his head and said, "How pitiful!"

When Zhang San returned to his team's rest area, the knockout round had already been replaced.

When Wang Wu saw the limping Zhang San, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

"Old Zhang, what's wrong with you? Is there something perverted in the toilet?" Dai Luoli asked.

Zhang San threw away the toilet paper in his hand, sat down on the stool, and cursed, "I'm doing this as a tactical disguise! Do you understand!"

"I thought you were poked. It's almost our team's game. Do you go up first or do I go up first?" Dai Luoli asked.

Zhang San glanced at the fighting situation in his area and asked casually, "Who is our opponent?"

"Feiling Sect is a sect that has not found a base. It is unknown and unknown. It should be Ma Jia." Wang Wu said.

When the vest was mentioned, the three of them looked at each other. They all knew what Wang Wu meant.

The vest is most likely the target of this competition, the evil soul master.

"I'll go up and come back with a jackpot." Zhang San stood up and relaxed his muscles and bones.

Dai Luoli nodded and continued to look at Shrek Academy.

The game whistle sounds and the winner is decided.

Zhang San took out a suit jacket from his portable storage soul guide, put it on, covered it with a beret, held a cigar in his mouth, and lit it.

This suit was given to him by Ye Nanxiao.

My boss once said that this image best reflects my charm.

After exhaling a puff of smoke, Zhang San glanced at the contestants who were put on the stretcher. Their blood and energy were drained, their limbs were twisted to varying degrees, and they lost miserably.

"The next match will be between Feiling Sect and Shadow Stream."

The referee raised his right hand to signal the players from both teams to come on.

Zhang San walked onto the field smoking a cigar. His opponent was a fat man who looked like a middle-aged man. He had a simple and honest smile on his face, but the cold light flashing in his eyes made people feel cold all over.

"Are you my opponent? Smoking is bad for your health." The fat man said.

"Hmm, your family sells pipes, right? Or do you live by the beach?" Zhang San blew out the smoke with a smile on his face.

The implication is that the control is wider than the sea.

"Haha, you will lose miserably!" The fat man's smile no longer looked honest, but became ferocious.

"Come on, let's get started." Zhang San pressed his hat and glanced at the Tang Sect's competition arena.

"Game start!"

"Kneel down, kid!" The fat all over the fat man's body was compressed like a spring, and then the fat man rushed out like a bullet.

"Brother Boss, the game has started. I have to take a closer look. Don't waste my time."

Zhang San whispered, biting the cigar in his mouth, and a shotgun appeared in his hand.

"You are breaking the law, do you know that?"

The competition was going on like a fire, but there were no outstanding players that Xu Tianran could watch for a few minutes.

This emperor just swept through the arenas at random, and there was no genius that made his eyes shine.

Feeling bored, Xu Tianran asked, "Orange, which teams are you more optimistic about in this competition?"

Orange was watching the game seriously when Xu Tianran suddenly asked him. After thinking for a while, he said, "I am more optimistic about my team from the Aodu Chamber of Commerce. After all, I invested a lot of money to win the Aodu Chamber of Commerce."

"Oh? You found the handicap, what are the odds." Xu Tianran picked up the teacup next to him and took a sip.

"If the Aodu Chamber of Commerce wins, it will be one to one point two." Orange said.

Xu Tianran nodded slightly. This odds was already high for the Aodu Chamber of Commerce. After all, the Aodu Chamber of Commerce's escort team was very famous.

"What if we face big sects like Shrek Academy?"

Orange thought for a moment and said, "One point eight to one."

"This chuck guy is very confident in Shrek." Xu Tianran looked at the arena area of ​​Shrek Academy.

"After all, it is the best college in the world, so many people buy it." Orange said.

Hearing Orange's words, Xu Tianran looked slightly cold and whispered, "The best college in the world will soon no longer be the best."

"Has the Imperial Master come?"

"No, the National Master asked someone to go into seclusion." Orange shook his head and said, with a dignified look flashing in his eyes.

The Imperial Preceptor has not arrived, and neither the people sent nor the informants in the palace have any trace of the Imperial Preceptor.

Either they are really in seclusion, or they are already lurking in Mingdu.

Xu Tianran frowned slightly, with a hint of dissatisfaction between his brows. He cast his gaze on the several arenas in the middle, where all the players exuded a cold aura.

This is a great gift prepared for Shrek Academy.

Evil Phoenix Douluo, don’t let me down again.

Orange continued to watch the game below. She knew that there were three deans coming to Shrek Academy this time. As long as the national master was not stupid, they would never take action. After all, Ming Feng Douluo's reputation was still very famous.

What she is concerned about now is whether the hunters can get rid of the evil soul master hiding in the competition.

In addition to Zhang San, the Yuhenglou team also encountered another team of evil soul masters.

As the leader of the Ye family, Ye Changlong showed his full strength. He had to play well at the beginning.

Originally, after he came on the field, according to the etiquette of the competition, the two sides saluted each other to show friendship.

His opponent, a woman with sharp fangs and a sinister face, looked like a ruthless character at first glance, but the words she spoke were extremely delicate.

"Brother, you won't embarrass a weak woman like me, right?"

"I have new nails, please don't damage them, okay?"

"Would you like to come out for a drink tonight? Brother, you suit my taste."

Ye Changlong quickly stopped his bending action and quickly retreated to the fighting position.

Seeing that Ye Changlong was so disrespectful, the woman pretended to be sad and wiped away her tears, "You actually refused me? Damn, you really don't know what's good for you!"

The referee seemed to be unable to stand it anymore. He raised the referee flag high in his hand and shouted, "Players, get ready!"

"This player, hurry up and get ready!"

The vicious woman glared at the referee coldly and returned to her fighting position.

"What a cold brother, but your blood will respond to me warmly later!"

Ye Changlong shook his head, stretched out a finger and said, "My family has taught me that when facing a woman who can scream, as long as you go all out, it is the greatest respect!"

"What?" the sinister woman asked in confusion.

Two short sticks appeared in Ye Changlong's hands, with a mastiff head at the end of the stick.

Ye Changlong tightened his grip on his martial spirit, and thunder and lightning flashed on his short stick.

"Knock her down with all your strength!"

At the Aodu Chamber of Commerce, except for the Feng family sisters' team, the other three teams have already taken the field.

Feng Twelve folded his arms and quietly watched the fierce battle on the field, while mentally calculating the next arrangements for the competition.

Feng Shiwu quietly wiped a pair of flying scythes in his hands. These were scythes made according to her martial spirit. There would be slight differences in appearance and weight, but the purpose was to cover up Feng Shiwu's own martial spirit.

The presence of evil soul masters in the competition means that the Holy Spirit Cult has hidden itself at the competition site.

The Feng sisters originally escaped from the hell of the Holy Spirit Cult and could not be detected.

For this reason, Ye Nanxiao spent a lot of effort to help the Feng sisters customize weapon suits.

"Second sister, Ying Liu's side is killing people like crazy!" Feng Shishi was attracted by the firelight from Zhang San's side.

Feng Twelve looked over and saw Zhang San holding a shotgun, walking at a leisurely pace, throwing small grenades in his hand, triggering a series of thunder.

A series of explosions made Fatty unable to get close to Zhang San.

During the continuous explosions, the suit on Zhang San actually lit up slightly, as if a protective shield had been opened, isolating all the impact and dust of the explosion.

With the blessing of a special suit, Zhang San is like dancing an elegant dance in the battle, and the shotgun is fired in the middle of the thunder.

This shotgun, born out of Ye Nanxiao's bad taste, has two muzzles: an upper and lower muzzle. The upper main gun shoots out soul-breaking beads, and the lower secondary gun shoots special explosive shells.

Zhang San's eyes flashed with white light, and he took a step forward, and the suit on his body dimmed instantly.

The martial soul was activated, amplifying all the senses in his body, feeling the changing speed of the wind, the energy floating in the air, and the temperature brought by the explosion.

A large amount of information gathered in his mind, allowing him to raise his shotgun and easily cope with Fatty's killing move.

"Stop hiding, fat man. When you get beaten, you have to stand at attention." Under Zhang San's glasses, there was a crazy smile.

The fat man's body was scorched black, and one of the claws on his hands was even broken by the Soul-Breaking Pearl.

"Damn it, why is this bastard's soul guide so powerful? The clothes he's wearing are weird too! Damn soul guide!" The fat man was blocked by the intensive firepower and found it difficult to get close to Zhang San.

The only time he rushed to Zhang San's side was when he was switching magazines, but Fatty didn't expect that the suit Zhang San was wearing was a disguised defensive soul tool. It was also during this attack that his claws were broken.

Wang Wu quietly watched Zhang San playing with his opponent, turned his head and glanced at the time on the screen, crossed his hands and raised them high.

Zhang San's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the signal given by Wang Wu off the court. He turned around and glanced at the time on the screen. Five minutes had passed and he was ready to end.

Based on the intelligence information collected, Zhang San threw several grenades, then stood in the firelight and switched magazines. When he lowered his head, the back of his neck was exposed.

"Here's the opportunity!" The fat man caught the gap between Zhang San's attacks, compressed his body like a spring again, rushed out, and turned into an afterimage that fell behind Zhang San.

"Die!"

The fat man cursed bitterly and made a killing gesture.

But he saw Zhang San turn his head, and the shotgun was poked out from under his right armpit, emitting a strong light of fire.

"The Ultimate Bomb!"