Chapter 11 Two Title Douluo, please jump in line!
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo came around the stand, but there were too many people watching in front of them, this position really affected the vision.
"Old ghost, open the way."
Ju Douluo raised his chin and ordered in a shrill voice.
Ghost Douluo had a look of reluctance: "I'm asked to do this kind of thing every time..."
Ju Douluo raised his eyebrows, and said flatteringly, "This kind of thing should be done by ugly people~"
"Get out, the dead chrysanthemum sprays manure when it opens its mouth!"
Ghost Douluo gave Ju Douluo a vicious look.
He walked forward with a gloomy face, and said in a low, ghostly voice: "Get out of the way—"
The soul master in front turned around and suddenly saw a grimace behind him.
"Oh my mother!"
The soul master trembled in fright, and quickly stepped aside.
Ghost Douluo used this "ghost face" of his own, coupled with the underworld temperament exuded from himself, to open a **** road directly to the stands.
Gradually, a soul master recognized the identities of the two of them.
"Oh my god, aren't these two famous elders from the Wuhun Temple?!"
"Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo!"
"I heard that they are popular people around the Pope!"
"This time I came here under the orders of the Pope, right?"
"My God! His Majesty the Pope even knows about this!"
"Then will she also come over in person to share a share?!"
"I didn't expect, there is still a chance to see the living Pope in my lifetime, do you know? I heard that she is a great beauty!"
As soon as this person finished speaking, Ghost Douluo frowned and looked over.
The suppression of the aura from Title Douluo instantly made that person's blood coagulate, his body stiffened, and he trembled.
Dare to talk about the Pope, are you impatient?
At this time, Ju Douluo patted him.
"Old ghost, look, someone is attacking from above."
"The third soul skill, sweeping away thousands of troops!"
A young man shouted from the stands. At the same time, the third spirit ring on his body emitted light, but it was just a white spirit ring.
The black sickle spun wildly around his body, bringing out strong winds, and finally swung it on Lin Yi's neck.
"Kang!"
"Ka—"
The black sickle spirit was shattered on the spot!
The young man knelt down in disbelief, spitting out a stream of blood from his mouth.
The shattering of the martial soul is indeed a kind of harm to the soul master.
Lin Yi frowned, and raised his hand to move his slightly stiff neck.
Probably because he said that as long as he can be killed, the reward will be extremely rich.
So most soul masters choose to attack his neck directly...
In the past half a day, the neck has been cut thirty-seven times.
Of course, he didn't shed a single hair.
There are not a few soul masters whose martial soul is broken because of this, no, there is another one in front of them.
[Blood loss: 1838]
[Remaining HP: 999999875622]
[Damage Level: White]
[Random Reward: One Thousand Silver Soul Coins]
[Host Reward: One Thousand Gold Soul Coins]
When Lin Yi saw these data, he couldn't help but twitched his lips.
In fact, he can't feel the strength of every attack he receives. After all, no matter how much the damage is, it is not painful to him.
So every time you can only judge the strength of the attack based on the data displayed on the panel.
But this one in front of me...
"Brother, go back and practice more, you... are too weak, the damage of 1838 is more than 3,000 damage from the yellow level I believe."
Lin Yi said helplessly.
After so many rounds of attacks, he has simply told the other party the damage data every time.
This will not only allow them to clearly understand their damage data, but also understand the distance between themselves and the next damage level.
It is a disguised form to clarify the goal of their struggle.
Hearing this, Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo looked at each other.
"He actually divided the damage caused by the attack into a specific level? And there are specific data?"
"Not sure, let's see."
…
Lin Yi threw a pile of Gintama coins gleaming with white light in front of the young man.
But the latter opened his eyes wide in disbelief. He wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, knelt on the ground and grabbed Lin Yi's thigh.
"Senior! Is it possible that I made a mistake? This is my third soul skill! How could it be possible that the damage is only 1838, and it must be five thousand, right?!"
Lin Yi sneered when he heard this.
"You want to get a yellow grade reward for nothing with such a little damage. Where do you have the confidence? Your martial soul quality is too low, and the quality of your soul ring is also poor. The low damage makes sense."
After finishing speaking, Lin Yi didn't need to do anything, two soul masters who lined up came up, lifted the young man and threw him off the stand.
"Hehe, I can tell that this soul master's third soul ability is quite weak, and I want to get a yellow reward just for this. My brother and I barely hit 5046 damage with the martial soul fusion ability."
"The Wuhun fusion skill only deals 5046 damage, so you and your brother are really good enough."
"...Are you good? One-on-one!"
"I'm the next one, the third soul skill has just dealt 6042 damage to the senior."
"Boss!!"
…
Listening to the discussion of the soul master next to him, Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo seemed to refresh their worldview.
This group of soul masters...why do they feel like they have gained experience by killing people?
Lin Yi sat cross-legged, looking straight ahead.
After his mental power has increased to 10,000, he can easily grasp all the situations on the scene.
Including the two Titled Douluo who came down from the stage at the moment...
As soon as Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo showed up, Lin Yi's mental power was locked on them.
He knows it well.
Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo appeared, and Bibi Dong was not far away.
Thinking of this, Lin Yi raised the corners of his mouth.
After being scraped for a long time, when he saw Title Douluo, he felt like a hungry wolf seeing a fat sheep.
Too greedy, greedy for Title Douluo's injury!
"Lin is actually very grateful to everyone who can selflessly contribute their own strength. Although the strength is strong or weak, for Lin, this is the embodiment of the enthusiasm of the people of Wuhun City."
Lin Yi began to use his acting skills to trick them.
The effect is very obvious, and the expressions of many onlooker soul masters have changed.
They murmured:
"We killed him for the reward, but he even said we were selfless and thanked us..."
"Senior is obviously too selfless!"
"Senior! Don't say that! We should thank you!"
"Yeah, my wife is sick, but I have no money. I got two gold soul coins thanks to beheading my senior!"
Lin Yi smiled slightly, but his heart twitched.
Only dropped two gold soul coins, do you still have the face?
"But everyone's injuries have made Lin unable to see the hope of dying. There are only a handful of soul masters who can reach the yellow level of damage..."
Hearing this, many soul masters lowered their heads in shame.
It's all my fault that I am too good to satisfy Senior Lin Yi's wish.
At this time, the soul masters in line suddenly looked at Ju Douluo and Contra, and he warmly extended an invitation to the two titled Douluo.
"Two respected Title Douluo, please jump in line!"
Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo were stunned when they saw this.
"Yeah, yeah, let the two titled Douluo jump in line quickly, otherwise Senior Lin Yi will not see the hope of dying for a long time. After leaving Wuhun City, how can we go whoring for nothing... Uh bah! How can we do good deeds?" !"