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"Nakano linkage?"

When the staff heard this, they were stunned, she had been doing this registration work for several years, and it was the first time she had heard such a strange combination name.

"Are you sure?" The staff asked Zeng Yi again.

"Sure, this is it." Zeng Yi said with an affirmative expression.

He is a happy man, Cass Martial Soul is a wine barrel, nicknamed also called a wine barrel, a mid-laner and a jungler, the two of them together, isn't it very vivid to call the middle field linkage.

"Okay." After the staff confirmed, they accelerated the work at hand. After a while, she completed the registration procedures and handed Zeng Yi two black iron-level badges.

Each type of fighting soul points in the fighting soul field is accumulated separately, such as the few points that Zeng Yi won alone, then he teamed up with others to play two-on-two, and the points had to be calculated from scratch.

This regulation, Zeng Yi feels like playing single and double rows and flexible group rows in previous games.

Zeng Yi's iron-level badge, which is almost the same as the original, is engraved with his title, Prodigal Son Yi. The difference is that on the three words of Prodigal Son Yi, there are also four characters with larger fonts, and the middle field is linked.

handed over the black iron badge engraved with the word barrel to Cass, and Zeng Yi took Cass to conduct a two-on-two fighting soul ranking.

"I said, brother, doesn't it really matter if we do this?" Cass asked Zeng Yi with some panic.

"It's okay, you can put 10,000 hearts! Let's two together, the combination is invincible, okay. Zeng Yi said, giving him a reassuring look.

"No, you said that we are a thirty-three level and a thirty-five level, if we meet a group of combinations with an average of thirty-seven or eight levels, won't we be wasted?" Cass also said that although he heard from his sister and Xiong Daxiong Er that Zeng Yi's strength was very powerful, and he said that he was stronger than Uncle Zong, but Uncle Zong was a four-ring soul sect! You are a Soul Venerable who is even stronger than the Soul Sect? He felt that they were exaggerating, and he didn't believe it anyway.

"Brother! Although I know that your strength is good, but, if I don't run out of seconds, you will have to fight two. Cass reminded Zeng Yi again, make it clear that he is very vegetable, let him be mentally prepared first, and when the time comes, he will be sprayed with vegetables if he loses.

"Ann, la, la." Zeng Yi said helplessly. He thinks that this fat man is a thief, why is he so small? I said, are you worthy of your 300 pounds? It's a shame that you're still called a wine barrel.,When I used to play games.,Those wine barrel players I met.,When I saw a person, I bumped into it.,E flash show operation.,Brave a horse.,How did you get to what you did?,During the day, you had the courage to say bad things about him in front of your sister?

Zeng Yi glanced at this fat man, and couldn't help complaining in his heart.

But he remembered that he was only like that when he was drunk, why don't you let him drink some wine before he goes on the court?

"Don't worry, bucket! Even if you are seconds, I can play two, and then you can watch me operate. Zeng Yi said confidently. Anyway, he didn't hope that Cass could help him, he brought him here just to make up the numbers, in other words, he was just a paddling, and he took him with weight. Because of bringing him, Zeng Yi lost the passive bonus of the ronin skill, and his strength was much weaker. However, even without that bonus, he was stronger than a soul master of the same realm, which Zeng Yi was very confident about.

Besides, only when I bear the weight can such a battle be meaningful, and I can appear to be strong. Otherwise, it's all a knife and a second, and it's not interesting for me, and the audience seems to be boring.

"Follow me to the Fighting Soul Arena these days, and I'll take you to the bronze. Look hard and study hard, so that your strength will improve. ”

"Really?" Hearing Zeng Yi say this, Cass's face was a little happy.

Don't look at the difference between the Iron Fighting Soul and the Bronze Fighting Soul, but the Iron Fighting Soul needs one hundred points to advance to the Bronze Fighting Soul, and only one point is awarded for winning a game. If you want to advance quickly, you need to keep winning streaks to get winning points, otherwise, if you win one game and lose one game, you won't be able to advance for a year.

If Zeng Yi could take him to Bronze, then he would be the only Bronze-level fighting spirit in their team, so he could show off with them. Thinking about it like this, Cass's heart wells up.

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.

Alas~, isn't it just a bronze, look at your happy and unproductive look.

"Of course! I still want to play a winning streak to advance, but it's just that damn the rule, you can only play once a day. After staying in Black Iron for a long time, I feel like I'm going to be stupid. ”

"Uh......"

Hearing this, Cass scratched his head a little uncertainly.

How do you feel like you're scolding me?

......

The two were ranked at the same time, and they were both assigned to the same sub-fighting soul area. Zeng Yi and Cass did not meditate and breathe in the lounge and prepare for battle, but ran to the special soul master audience to watch the fighting soul on the field, and waited for their fighting soul by the way.

And tonight, Zeng Yi didn't bring Xiao Ju here, and it didn't like Zeng Yi to store it with the staff of the Fighting Soul Field, so Zeng Yi handed it to Carrie and asked her to help take a look, anyway, after he made money here, he would also go to the tavern, and he would just take it back when the time came.

After waiting for a while, the host on the field called out the name Prodigal Ziyi.

"Hey, man, it's your turn."

Hearing the host's loud voice, Cass pushed Zeng Yi, who was beside him who was cross-legged by Erlang, leaning on a chair, and holding a wine gourd in his hand to drink.

"Oh, then I'll go first."

Zeng Yi responded and put the wine gourd into the space bracelet.

Cass saw Zeng Yi standing up lazily, then stretched, and suddenly, Zeng Yi's figure disappeared in front of his eyes. In this situation, Cass was directly stunned. When he looked at it, Zeng Yi's figure was already standing on the top of the fighting soul field.

Looking at the man in green shirt standing on the field in shock, Cass couldn't help but slide his throat.

This person...... It can't be a ghost, right?

The person who was shocked was not only Cass, but also the host on the fighting spirit field, not long after he finished speaking, just as he was about to step down, he saw a figure appear silently on the fighting spirit field.

Is this person really just a Soul Venerable?

Looking at Zeng Yi's indifferent expression, the host couldn't help but wonder if the staff had made a mistake in the sorting and threw a high-level soul master into the soul venerable group.

"It's the prodigal son!" In the audience, someone saw Zeng Yi's figure and said.

"It's so fast, I don't even see how he plays? Is his soul skill teleportation? ”

"I don't know, but his strength is really strong, he has won four consecutive victories, and it seems that he can win five consecutive victories today."

Zeng Yi's figure suddenly appeared, making the audience exclaim, and then they began to speak.

"Who is the prodigal son? Is it famous? There are also viewers who have never seen Zeng Yi's fighting soul and can't help but ask those who know.

"The prodigal son Yi Ke is a new fighting spirit recently, and his strength is very strong, do you know Zhu Gangyong?"

"The brutal man? Got it! ”

"He was cut off by this prodigal son Yi Yijian!"

"So powerful?"

"Of course, you didn't see the fight the day before yesterday, he directly caused a huge tornado, that scene, tsk, tsk, like a natural disaster!" Recalling the scene of that day, a look of fear flashed in the eyes of this viewer.

......

Zeng Yi's opponent was a man with a thin body, and the martial soul was a cow. As soon as he came on the field, he was wary of Zeng Yi, and immediately released his soul power, and then completed the possession of the martial soul, with two big horns on his head, which looked very majestic.

Three soul rings rose from the soles of the emaciated man's feet, one white and two yellow, rhythmically around his body, shining with light. For a while, a white soul ring and a yellow soul ring flickered, and Zeng Yi knew that he had used a soul technique. Therefore, this kind of behavior of releasing the soul ring is very stupid. Although he didn't know what the effect of his soul technique was, he could easily see that this person's body had undergone some changes, his body had become stronger, and the color of his skin had also changed, and it looked like a layer of rock. It seems that this is a state-type soul skill, which should be plus defense, strength and attack or something.

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 was a person, and he had seen Zeng Yi's fighting soul, and his strength was very strong, and it was definitely not something that he could win with a thirty-sixth-level soul venerable. But he didn't admit defeat directly, and thought about making two moves with Zeng Yi, but looking at Zeng Yi standing there indifferently, a trace of fear flashed in his vigilant eyes.

He watched that fight, and the huge roaring tornado in that fight, and now that he thinks about it, he is still shocked.

Not going to make a move? In that case......

Zeng Yi looked at this bull-headed man, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, a faint smile appeared on his face, his soul power was released, and his hand held the hilt of the 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 speaking in his ear.

Selfless Kenshin!

Step forward and slash!

Suddenly, the bull-headed man's gaze became stunned, because he saw Zeng Yi's figure disappear from his sight.

"It's over."

A faint word sounded in his ears, and on his neck, he also felt a sharp coolness on his skin, and his body couldn't help trembling, and the faint voice, like death, whispered in his ear, as if the next moment, he could take away his life.

So fast! It was impossible to see the man's movements at all, as if he was teleporting.

The bull-headed man wanted to resist, but he couldn't do it at all, the whole person was suppressed by this cold and fierce momentum, and now he couldn't move if he wanted to, cold sweat broke out on his body, and he felt like he was in an ice hole.

No! Don't! I don't want to die!

Feeling a slight squirming sensation on the blade of the neck against the skin, the bull-headed man's big bull eyes were wide open, full of frightened looks, and he shouted frantically in his heart, full of a strong desire to survive.

Lan Che in Zeng Yi's hand, with a gentle touch, the rock-like skin was cut open, and a small bright red line appeared.

Removing Lan Che from the neck of the bull-headed man, he instantly knelt on the ground weakly, the possession of the martial spirit was lifted, his hands supported the ground, his face was pale, his mouth was constantly panting, and the clothes on his body were wet with cold sweat.

The bull-headed man turned his head with difficulty, looked at the figure behind him, and saw that he was holding a long knife in his hand, his expression was indifferent, and a pair of silver eyes looked at him, indifferent and ruthless, like a god of death.

"I ...... I lost. ”

Seeing the bull-headed man admit defeat, the host looked stunned, and walked into the fighting arena a little sluggishly, and announced loudly: "The winner of this fighting soul is, Master Yi, the prodigal son!" The current record is five consecutive wins! ”

The audience in the audience, before they knew what was going on, the fighting spirit was over. However, with the host's loud voice, the audience also cheered and shouted.

It's not a loss, it's a prodigal son! This time it's faster, it's as fast as the wind, it's really a man like the wind.

At this time, the voice of the audience is like this.

After winning the victory, Zeng Yi did not have a trace of joy and silently walked down the fighting arena. Would a king be happy to defeat a black iron? No. And Zeng Yi is in such a mood. The only thing that could make Zeng Yi feel comforted was the reward of the ten golden soul coins.

This is the end of his orphan fighting soul, all of which are a knife and a second, winning unpretentious and boring.

"! Brother, you're too strong, aren't you? Direct one move in seconds! Zeng Yi returned to his original position, and Cass immediately exclaimed with an exaggerated expression on Zeng Yi.

"Of course, otherwise I dare to say something that will take you to the upper paragraph?"

"Strong! Big guy, please let me hug your thighs well! ”

"Get out!"

Seeing that Cass, the big fat man, really wanted to hug himself, Zeng Yi said with disgust.

A fat man with 300 pounds covered in hair hugged himself, this scene Zeng Yi didn't dare to imagine, it was too disgusting.

"I'm done fighting, I guess it's almost you, hurry up and finish this pot of wine for me." Zeng Yi took out a wine gourd from the space bracelet and handed it to Cass, saying a word to him.

Zeng Yi's words made Cass a little confused, why did he drink before the battle? Doesn't it affect the play?

"Why?"

"Nothing why! Drink it quickly, it will increase your combat power by 200%. Zeng Yi urged.

You are a wine barrel, not drunk, how can you be reckless?

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