Douluo ice demon Yuhao

Huo Yuhao focused his attention on a young soul mentor in the center of the arena.

He is tall and majestic, his skin is a healthy and dark wheat color, and his expression is unsmiling. Under his short dark brown hair, a pair of sharp eyes carefully monitor the movements of his hands.

The young soul master's hands are very thick and his body is very rough, but the delicate techniques he displays at this moment are completely different from his external image.

His movements were extremely fluent and meticulous. Although the carving knife seemed a bit small and delicate in his big hands, the carving speed was smooth and fast, and there were no subtle mistakes made by many soul masters due to excessive speed.

One after another, the core formations gradually took shape under his carving knife.

The requirement for the first round of the main competition is to make a proposition soul guide, which requires making a milk bottle that is at least level three.

If you can complete Level 4 or above of the milk bottle, you will be exempted from the test in the next round and will directly enter the third round of the main competition.

The young man's skillful skills naturally attracted the attention of gamblers outside the venue and everyone in the VIP room, and a large amount of gambling money was poured into the handicap.

"This is...a fifth-level milk bottle he made?" As a ninth-level soul mentor, Netherworld Thunder Douluo immediately saw the quality of the bottle in the young soul mentor's hand, and did not hide his shock at all.

"Level 5 milk bottle?" Everyone in the Xishui Alliance was stunned at the same time.

Milk bottles can be said to be the most complex type of soul guidance device with the highest production requirements. A level 5 milk bottle is not that easy for even a level 6 soul mentor to make.

Netherworld Thunder Douluo continued: "Looking at his techniques and skills, he may have reached the sixth level... no, even the seventh level soul master."

He gave a very high evaluation. A seventh-level soul engineer under the age of thirty was enough to impress him and make him love talents.

Even his two most proud disciples are only sixth-level soul masters, and judging from his appearance, this mysterious young soul master is probably in his early twenties, far less than thirty.

I am afraid that this young man will be more likely than the Holy Son to become the youngest ninth-level soul master in the entire continent.

Fengling's eyes hidden behind the veil were a little burning.

The holding of this underground soul mentor competition has attracted many talented soul mentors. Although the three candidates sent by the Xishui Alliance to participate in the finals have been decided, they are not set in stone.

If a more powerful soul master comes to surrender, the quota can also be discussed.

Many soul mentors come to participate for the bonuses, rare metals and gambling funds from the previous rounds of competitions. They do not want to get involved with the underground force of the Xishui Alliance. Therefore, they will hide their identities and strength.

But now this young man is acting extremely high-profile.

Obviously a level 4 milk bottle is enough to exempt the next round, and the soul guide made in the competition will be taken away, so why does he have to go through the thankless work of making a level 5 milk bottle that is more time-consuming and laborious?

Could it be that he was simply showing off his skills? Or was he spending a lot of money on himself? But in this round of competition, it is forbidden to pressure a specific contestant.

Being high-profile means unnecessary trouble, especially among such underground forces, but Fengling has a different guess.

This young man may have come to show off his skills to the Xishui League on purpose, thus attracting the attention and recruitment of the Xishui League.

Although the Xishui Alliance is under the banner of the Holy Spirit Cult, not all of its members are evil soul masters, and they have also been recruiting high-level soul masters.

Both are powerful soul master organizations, the Holy Spirit Cult and Shrek are completely different. Perhaps because they are dormant in the Sun and Moon Empire, they pay more attention to the development of soul guides than any other force in the Three Kingdoms of the Mainland.

Not only does the sect have ninth-level soul masters and elders, but it also sends holy servants to the Sun and Moon Academy for further studies, cooperates with Mingde Hall, and even recruits them at high prices.

The final result is that the Xishui Alliance has its own team of soul guides, and the senior leaders of the Holy Spirit Sect are equipped with high-level soul guides.

It is often said that the Three Kingdoms of the Mainland do not yet have a ninth-level soul master, but who would have thought that the first ninth-level soul master born in the Three Kingdoms of the Mainland was actually the third elder of the Holy Spirit Sect, Netherworld Thunder Douluo.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Holy Spirit Sect is superior to Shrek Academy in terms of the strength of soul masters and soul masters.

Fengling would never turn away a powerful soul mentor who wanted to join the Xishui Alliance. Of course, this was just her conjecture. As for what the young soul mentor had in mind, she still didn't know.

Huo Yuhao silently stared at the young man. Under his slightly unfamiliar face, there was an unusually familiar aura.

"Huh? Isn't that the big black guy? Why is he dressed like this?"

Tianmeng immediately recognized the young man's true identity. He was none other than He Caitou, who had been disguised.

Huo Yuhao responded dully in his mind.

He Caitou's participation in the underground soul master competition was a bit surprising to him, but it was not very puzzling. The three major underground forces in Mingdu had prepared attractive rewards for this competition. It was impossible for a capable soul master not to be tempted, but he was not

I thought we would meet here by such a coincidence.

Now that He Caitou has officially broken through to the seventh level soul mentor, Huo Yuhao dares to conclude that he is definitely either the first or the second in this competition area, and is stronger than the two disciples of Underworld Thunder Douluo.

But competitions among underground forces will not always be about making simple soul tools. The subsequent competition against soul tools will be the highlight.

While thinking about it, He Caitou had finished making the fifth-level milk bottle. He put the bottle on the table with a cold expression and motioned for the referee to come over for inspection.

"Level 5 milk bottle, please accept it."

He Caitou did not lower his voice. As soon as he finished speaking, several soul masters who were still making the words beside him heard the words "level five milk bottle" and subconsciously opened their mouths and glanced at him, not knowing what they were holding.

The movements changed shape.

The referee behind him was completely stunned at this moment: "This... I need to ask the referee to check it in person."

He put away the Level 5 milk bottle and walked quickly to the backcourt.

He Caitou remained expressionless, as if completing a level 5 milk bottle was just a piece of cake.

Fengling in the VIP room said to the side: "Let him be exempted from the next round of exams. In addition, leave him the level 5 milk bottle to test his attitude."

"Yes." Underworld Thunder Douluo called a subordinate and gave several instructions.

After a while, the referee returned to He Caitou's table with the milk bottle.

"Honored guest, the milk bottle you made is perfect and has passed this competition." In addition to the golden soul coins and rare metal rewards, he also respectfully handed over the milk bottle, "This is given to you by our Xishui Alliance.

It’s a gift and I hope you will achieve great results in future competitions.”

He was only a third-level soul engineer, and the look he was looking at He Caitou was full of humility. Even the chief referee of the first game was not yet at level seven.

He Caitou took the bottle and reward, nodded slightly, and left the arena without saying anything.

Seeing that He Caitou was about to leave, Huo Yuhao did not stay for a long time. Dandan said to everyone in the Holy Spirit Sect: "Vice-leader, second elder, third elder, I will go back to Mingyue Hotel first."

"Holy Son, how about I take you back?" Underworld Thunder Douluo stood up and said, "It's getting late now, your safety is very important."

"No need. This is at the foot of the Imperial City. The roads are patrolled by troops. The security in Mingdu has not deteriorated to this extent." Huo Yuhao found an excuse and left the Golden Hall.

He now realizes that his hunting behavior was immediately known to the Holy Spirit Cult. The Supreme Leader is worthy of being a Ultimate Douluo, what a great method.

But he still didn't understand how the Holy Spirit Cult directly suspected the Beidi Family.

"Give me a saint. I think you are really overthinking it."

Discuss how to deal with him in front of the rightful owner. If this succeeds, there will be trouble.

Huo Yuhao grunted and disappeared on the street. He didn't like seeing the Fire Phoenix Saint Ma Xiaotao very much.

But he ignored that the Holy Spirit Church can have more than one saint.

…

After He Caitou came out of Qingse Hotel, he did not go back to Mingyue Hotel directly, but went all the way to a remote alley.

After taking off all the human skin masks, wigs, clothes... He Caitou breathed a deep sigh of relief and prepared to leave.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the dark alley.

"Brother Caitou?"

"who?"

He Caitou's aura suddenly changed, and his nerves that were about to relax suddenly became tense. His eyes were stern and fierce, completely different from his usual honest and honest appearance.

He concealed himself in this way so that no outsider would discover his identity.

A soul-guided cannon has appeared in the cuff of He Caitou's right hand. If someone with ulterior motives discovers his identity, he will never let the other person leave alive.

"Don't be nervous, Brother Caitou, it's me, Huo Yuhao."

He turned his head and saw Huo Yuhao's familiar face appearing in front of him. The other person raised his hands slightly to signal him to relax.

The murderous intent in He Caitou's eyes dissipated instantly, and he returned to his usual honest look. The soul cannon in his sleeves also disappeared.

He touched his bald head and said with a cheerful smile: "Yuhao, why are you here? It really scared me."

"Brother Caitou, it's really you."

Huo Yuhao said with some surprise: "I just saw you at the Youth Soul Tutor Elite Competition. If it weren't for the mental detection, I almost didn't recognize you. If you can make a fifth-level milk bottle, you have already broken through the seventh-level soul tutor, right?"

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After a while of greetings, the atmosphere that was solemn just now suddenly became lively.

The two looked at each other and smiled, chatting and walking towards the Mingyue Hotel.

"Yeah." He Caitou nodded and asked, "Yuhao, why are you there?"

Huo Yuhao smiled and said: "Brother Caitou, have you forgotten that I am also a soul mentor? How could I miss such a competition."

He Caitou asked in confusion: "Then why didn't I see you on the field just now?"

"I didn't play in the game, but I placed bets on the sidelines." Huo Yuhao said with a smile, "After I just recognized you, I directly bet on you and made hundreds of thousands of gold soul coins. Brother Caitou, you

Have you made a fortune too?"

He Caitou smiled from ear to ear: "Of course, this soul mentor competition not only has rare metal rewards, I also made a lot of money by betting outside the venue."

"Brother Caitou, I believe in you. No one on the field is your opponent. You will definitely win the championship."

"Yuhao, thank you very much. I will never let you down. You must continue to bet on me when the time comes. We will make a lot of money then, haha."

While they were chatting, Huo Yuhao and the two had returned to Mingyue Hotel.

"Brother Caitou, tomorrow is the round robin draw. I hope we won't be divided into one group."

"Haha, if we are assigned to a group, I won't be lenient." He Caitou had already walked to the floor where Tang Men was located and invited Huo Yuhao, "Yuhao, do you want to come in and sit down?"

After three knockout rounds, and with most of the teams gone, the Tang Sect was able to live in a more spacious room.

Huo Yuhao shook his head and declined: "No, Brother Caitou, you should rest early."

"Okay, see you tomorrow then."

He Caitou waved goodbye to Huo Yuhao one last time.

Huo Yuhao also waved his hand, and when the cabbage disappeared from sight, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared and was replaced by a cold expression.

"Such a strong murderous aura." Ice Emperor tsked, "Your senior brother just seemed to have completely changed. If you weren't the one who showed up, who knows what he would have done."

Tianmeng nodded hurriedly: "Yes, I have seen him so many times, but Dahei is so fierce now..."

Huo Yuhao had a gloomy face and stared at the room where Tang Men was for a long time before saying, "He lied."

"Lying? How did you tell?" Ice Emperor asked.

Huo Yuhao said calmly: "From the beginning of the main game, you can't place bets directly on individuals. You can only place bets on odds and evens, which are purely luck-based options. This is to allow upstarts who don't understand soul tools to participate.

"But he didn't know, and he followed my words and made a lot of money for himself by betting."

"And every time he lied, there was a special mood swing."

The Ice Emperor asked in confusion: "What does this mean?"

"It means that he has a different purpose in participating in the Soul Engineer Competition."

"What purpose could it serve?"

"I don't know, but I definitely didn't go there for money." Huo Yuhao said.

Ice Emperor said somewhat boredly: "You're not trying to be mysterious, are you?"

"I am only very sensitive to this kind of thing." Huo Yuhao said coldly, "When a person wants to emphasize that he is doing something for money, it may be to cover up other more ulterior motives."

He analyzed it secretly in his mind.

What is the purpose of participating in the Soul Master Competition?

The people who come here are all here for money, rare metals, and soul tool rewards... Is there any ulterior secret that needs to be told?

Huo Yuhao couldn't figure out the reason why he and Caitou hid it for a while.

There seems to be an obvious answer somewhere.

Seeing him thinking deeply, Emperor Xue reminded him casually: "What is the reward for the champion of this soul mentor competition?"

Just as Huo Yuhao was about to answer, he was suddenly shaken.

His eyes widened slightly, but he quickly put away the surprise on his face.

"Tsk, then the answer is ready to come out." Huo Yuhao frowned and said in a solemn tone, "He went here for the ninth-level custom-installed soul-guided cannonball that is the championship reward."

After guessing He Caitou's purpose, Huo Yuhao leaned against the wall of the corridor with a solemn expression.

If He Caitou was really after that ninth-level custom-installed soul-guided artillery shell, he probably didn't want to take it back to Shrek.

But I want to use it myself.