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(1st Update)

Shrek Academy.

Inside the cafeteria.

Seven little monsters gathered together, their faces solemn.

Dai Mubai's elbows were propped up on the table, his hands were folded and placed under his chin, and his evil eyes and pupils were flowing with an evil luster, and he said:

"We all know very well that if in the next match with Yang Ming, any of us will not be able to beat Yang Ming alone, and even if the seven of us work together, it will be difficult to win."

"Therefore, we must think of a foolproof strategy, after finding the real red flagpole in the forest, we will avoid the risk of fighting Yang Ming as much as possible, and try our best to rush back to the academy first."

"Tang San, you and Yang Ming are the most familiar, why don't you make a strategy, how about it?"

Tang San nodded, with no intention of refusing.

Over the years, Tang San hadn't thought of catching up with Yang Ming, but because people were hanging, he couldn't do anything about Yang Ming.

Even if Tang San now killed the thousand-year-old human-faced demon spider, obtained the third soul ring, and became a soul venerable, even if he had an external soul bone, he didn't have the confidence to defeat Yang Ming in a one-on-one situation.

Taking a deep breath, Tang San's eyes revealed a hint of unwillingness, and he said slowly:

"In the current situation, we should play to our strengths and avoid weaknesses, play to our strengths, and make full use of the numerical advantage of seven people, I have a few suggestions:"

"First, in the first stage of the competition, with the assistance of Ning Rongrong's growth rate, several of us immediately split up to find the real red flagpole, try to avoid contact with Yang Ming, and after finding it, don't make a noise first, and notify others to gather together first, so as to avoid startling the snake, so that Yang Ming can know our whereabouts."

"Second, in the second stage of the competition, according to my understanding of Yang Ming, he has always liked to convince people with his strength, if I am not mistaken, Yang Ming should be ready to wait for the rabbit to capture the flag."

"We have to separate at least three people to act as bait, and the three decoys use Oscar's third soul skill to fly and lure Yang Ming away, while the real flag protector will quickly rush back to the academy under the protection of the rest of the people."

"As for the candidates for the bait, I suggest that me, Xiao Wu, and Ma Hongjun be the three of them."

As he spoke, Tang San listed the secret weapons of the Tang Sect on the table.

These hidden weapons were all created by Tang San these days, and the edges that had been polished smoothly showed a sharp edge, which showed that the power was not bad.

These hidden weapons can be used to harass Yang Ming, and they may not have much effect, but they are better than nothing.

For Tang San's proposal, no one else had much opinion, but only added some details.

Everyone's enthusiasm was very high, and they were obviously holding back their breath in their hearts, wanting to join forces to defeat Yang Ming once.

Oscar immediately whispered a spell: "Lao Tzu has a mushroom intestine." ”

In the palm of Oscar's right hand, there was an extra strange sausage.

The sausage itself is somewhat similar to his first soul ring skill recovery sausage, at least the main body is the same, but at the top of this sausage, it protrudes to the periphery, forming an umbrella-shaped mushroom head, which is also somewhat like the meat crown on the head of the phoenix-tailed cockscomb snake.

With Oscar's current soul power, he can only make ten of these sausages at once.

Oscar also wanted to prove himself, and divided the ten sausages into three bait: Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ma Hongjun.

At that moment, Ning Rongrong was not ambiguous, and a crisp voice sounded:

"Qibao is famous, and the second is called: speed."

A brilliant colored light floated down on everyone present, and Tang San and the others all felt that their bodies were light, and the effect was very obvious.

The battle meeting was over, and the seven marched to the woods outside the academy.

In the first stage of the competition, the two teams were not allowed to fight, so the seven of them safely split up and prepared to find the real red flagpole hidden in the forest.

"Squeak, squeak!"

Birds chirp in the branches, making pleasant sounds.

Fresh air mixed with the smell of earth blows in the wind, and trees sway in the wind, shaking the fallen leaves.

Yang Ming entered the woods early in the morning, wanting to take the first place.

It's just that, unlike what he expected, there were flagpoles all over the ground, and there was no shadow of the flagpole in the sight that came into view.

"Strange."

Walking in the forest, looking at the unchanged scenery around him, Yang Mingcai frowned and worried.

This forest is not big, it is not small, thanks to the fact that Douluo Continent is still dominated by agricultural economy, and the forest covers an area of several hundred acres.

It is difficult to find a flagpole from such a large area, not to mention that there are fake flagpoles mixed in.

It seems that this game is more team-oriented than individual.

And the Seven Monsters team with two auxiliary soul masters is different, under Ning Rongrong's first soul skill, it can increase agility by 20%, and under the search for it separately, the efficiency is many times higher than Yang Ming's.

In fact, Dean Flender also had good intentions, seeing that Yang Ming's strength had far surpassed the other seven people, and he attached too much importance to individual strength, but underestimated the cooperation of team combat, so he deliberately used this form of competition to make Yang Ming wake up.

Yang Ming glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a bright red on a tree 30 degrees on the left.

Immediately, Yang Ming rushed away, with a light touch on his toes, jumped up, and dodged the red flag hidden in the tree with one hand.

The flagpole is only as thick as a baby's arm, the red flag is the width of a palm, and there is a big word written on the flag: "False".

Obviously, this is not really a red flag.

His fingers rubbed together, and a flame ignited from his fingertips, burning the flag in his palm completely.

Yang Ming raised his hand and rubbed his smooth chin, secretly feeling that it was a little tricky.

"I wandered around for half an hour before I found such a fake red flag, and there are only two possibilities:"

"One possibility is that the density of red flags assigned by Dean Flender is very small."

"Another possibility, this area has already been searched by Tang San and the seven of them."

"Tsk!"

No matter which possibility it was, Yang Ming felt helpless.

If it was just an upright battle, Yang Ming was confident that he could easily defeat seven people with one pick and seven.

But if it is in the form of a capture the flag game, it will obviously be much more convenient for the team than the lone wolf.

"Forget it, I'll stay out of the woods and wait for the rabbit."

Yang Ming thought about it, and he was looking for it alone in the woods like a headless fly, and he didn't know when he would find the real red flag.

Rather than this, it was better to wait for Tang San and them to find the red flag, and then he could take the red flag away from them.

Yang Ming turned around and left, and soon walked out of the woods, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the road, quite with the momentum of a horizontal knife.

Yang Ming didn't know that his style of action had already been thoroughly figured out by Tang San, and he had made a plan to block his way.

(Yesterday I had a cold and Kavin, so I only had two shifts, sorry)