~： 164. I give you a chance to reorganize the language

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"Remember, you are faced with a team fight above level 30. Team fights are different from one-on-one and two-on-two. The cooperation between each other is far more important than the strength of singles. Since the other party is a team In combat, there will be no shortage of various soul divisions. As for the combination, it depends on their understanding of the combination."

The master was impatient and guided Yang Ming and others.

Yang Ming shook his head, apparently not approving the master's words.

Team battle?

I singled out the other person!

If you change to the past, with the strength of his current thirty-two Soul Venerable, without relying on the explosive skills of the eight-door Dunjia, simply relying on other skills, and wanting to be alone in the team game, it will be a bit difficult.

One of the biggest influencing factors is that Yang Ming’s Wuhun and Soul Skills are both big soul consuming forces.

Even though Yang Ming has now been promoted to Soul Venerable, he can fully use the time of Wuhun Qinglian Earth Heart Fire, which is only extended from the original 60 seconds to 90 seconds. The same is true for the Soul Technology Flame Demon King.

However, it is different now.

After the previous battle, Yang Ming collected several good weapons and martial arts souls in the treasure of Wang Zhi, and also obtained the group fighting swordsmanship of Du Gu Nine Swords, which is no longer afraid of the consumption in team battles.

The master dissatisfied with Yang Ming's face and secretly sighed.

The student is too cowhide, he is also a lot of pressure as a teacher!

In desperation, the master had to pretend not to see it.

Next, Dai Mubai and Tang San began to assign tasks to the team. For coordinating these things, Yang Ming was always not good at it. He stood as a tool person and looked at them.

"Primary 3, you are the Soul Master of the Control Department, and you will adjust it in the middle when you start to work later."

"Okay, later, Mu Bai, Xiao Wu, Zhu Qing, the three of you are the main attack, Mu Bai is in the middle, Xiao Wu and Zhu Qing are responding on both sides, I am in the middle to control the opponent and assist you to attack. Fat you stay behind , Use your Phoenix FireWire to make long-range attacks, and protect Xiao Ao and Rong Rong."

Tang paused, looked at Yang Ming, who was idle, and continued:

"As for Yang Ming, it is our team's true trump card. If we don't take it, we will break the core of the enemy team as soon as we make it. In this case, our game is stable."

Not only did Tang Sanyi seem relaxed, but Dai Mubai and others did not feel nervous.

Joke!

Yang Ming, the big brother, sat there, they just needed to do their duty.

Like the king's ranking, Yang Ming, the jungler, is powerful, and if his teammates fall apart in three ways, he can't fly, right?

Tang San and Dai Mubai also knew very well that they only need to follow the steps, try not to make mistakes, and play steadily, so that Yang Ming can reap the head with peace of mind. This is the biggest contribution to the whole game.

After the discussion, everyone entered the player lounge.

If only one person was wearing a mask, it might not be too eye-catching, but when all eight people wore the same style of masks and walked into this team battle lounge, they immediately attracted everyone’s attention.

The venue of the team battle is obviously much larger than the one-on-one and two-on-two, and the player lounge is also particularly lively. At least more than thirty soulmates are waiting here.

You must know that in the entire Barak Kingdom, there are only two such battlefields of the same size as the Soto Battlefield. One is here, and the other is the Barak Battlefield in the capital of the Barak Kingdom.

It can be said that as long as the Soul Masters in the Kingdom of Barak are willing to participate in the Soul Fighting Competition, almost all of them are gathered in these two cities, otherwise there will not be so many Soul Masters here.

According to the statistics of Wuhun Temple, the total number of soul masters in the whole mainland does not exceed 100,000, of which there are only about two thousand permanent soul masters in the kingdom of Barak.

It is conceivable that the Great Soul attracts the Soul Master.

In addition to the relatively large number of players such as Soul Master, Great Soul Master, and Soul Venerable, even Soul Masters at the level of Soul Emperor and Soul Saint are also not uncommon in the Big Soul Field.

Because the higher the level and the stronger the strength, the more profit they can get in the Big Soul Arena. If you win a game, you can easily earn money that ordinary people can't earn in a lifetime. Cramps in hand.

If it weren’t for Zhao Wuji’s family, Flander thought highly of himself, the master’s strength was rookie, and the other teachers in the college were arrogant and disdain to participate in this kind of competition. With the faculty of Shrek College, they would not be embarrassed to maintain The point of going down.

In Yang Ming's words, this was all made by myself.

The words of the master are quite effective. Yang Ming and others were really arranged in the penultimate appearance.

Dai Mubai They did not go out to watch the game. In the previous game, they spent a lot of soul energy. They all ate the Oscar's recovery sausages. They recovered their physical strength in the shortest possible time and kept themselves in the best state.

Yang Ming yawned, playing a knife in his right hand. The knife was not an ordinary knife, but the Wuhun soul of the world.

The sharp and difficult blade was in Yang Ming's hands, and was almost played with flowers, just like a light butterfly flying back and forth in Yang Ming's palm, playing a difficult movement.

As in the past, even if Yang Ming has gotten many memories of Du Gu's seeking defeat, he still needs to practice continuously, learn from the old and learn new things, and realize the unity of knowing and doing, turning Du Gu Nine Sword into instinct and imprinted in his bones~www.novelhall .com~ Yang Ming seems to be playing acrobatics, but in fact he is practicing the broken sword style. Every move has a mysterious mystery, which makes people immersed in it for a long time.

Tang San's eyes are full of noble purple meaning. He is a person who knows the goods. It is for this reason that the more he looks and the more shocked he is, the more he can understand that instead of narrowing the gap between himself and Yang Ming, he was instead Ming once again was far behind.

As Tang San tried to learn Yang Ming, and was planning to steal the master's cottage Dugu Nine Swords, a dissonant voice came:

"Hey, little girl, look good, what is your face covered, why would you let your brother take a closer look?"

Yang Ming suddenly raised his head, and saw a man with a height of more than two meters and an extremely sturdy man walking towards them. He looked like he was in his thirties, with a naked upper body, exposing exaggerated dark muscles.

His eyes glowed, and when he looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who was extremely hot, his spit came out.

Don't look at Zhu Zhuqing's young age, but the development level is the best among several girls. A 404 figure is enough for any man to see the blood and blood.

When he saw this man's expression, it was like an insignificant man trying to seduce a little girl to watch a goldfish. Yang Mingjian frowned, raised his index finger, and awe-inspiring sword gas loomed.

"I will give you a chance to reorganize the language."