Just then.
The guard on the side interrupted Long Zhanye.
Did the guard listen attentively to what was going on in the tent?
Then he turned around and said, "Elder seems to be done, you can go in directly."
Long Zhanye nodded and walked outside the tent.
He stood at the door, his hand already raised, ready to open the door curtain.
He was hesitating for a moment whether to say some etiquette.
After all, the other party is banned from Douluo, so he should still be given some face.
But then several voices came out from inside the tent.
The voice sounded lazily and impatiently, "Come in."
Long Zhanye opened the tent and walked in.
What comes into view is...
There were three women on the bed, lying naked and half-naked.
Their bodies were covered with bruises, some were unconscious, and some were still sobbing softly.
Some looked at the tent roof with empty eyes, as if their souls had been taken away.
The sheets were covered with stains and bloodstains, and a lustful and decaying smell filled the air.
And Elder Mask seems to have revealed his true identity.
The mask on his face has been taken off, revealing the disgusting face underneath.
He had many green pustules all over his body, large and small, densely packed, and some were oozing yellow-green pus.
His skin was as rough as toad skin, his eyes were protruding, his mouth was wide, and he looked ugly, like a toad.
That Elder Mask sees Long Zhanye.
Those bulging eyes looked up and down on him, and a lewd smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He said directly, with a bit of ridicule and greed in his voice:
"Mingde Hall Why did you send a little fresh meat this time?"
"Aren't you afraid that I will train you?"
He said, pulled up his pants, became a little more serious, and sat on a chair nearby.
The chair creaked, as if it couldn't bear his fat body.
He crossed his legs, and his protruding eyes were still scanning Long Zhanye's body, as if he was trying to strip him of his clothes.
Then he said, his voice a little more serious:
"Come on, show your Soul Tool this time and let me see it."
Long Zhanye heard it and said nothing.
He waved his hand, Storage Belt's light flashed, and the Soul Tool that Mingde Hall brought to him appeared in the tent one by one.
Those Scepter, staffs, and magic weapons are neatly arranged in the air, shining with their own unique light under the lights.
Elder Mask looked at them one by one.
He stood up, walked to the Soul Tools, picked them up one by one and looked at them carefully.
He stroked those smooth surfaces, felt those precise lines, and tested those powerful Soul Power fluctuations.
He kept nodding, his eyes full of greed and satisfaction.
Then he said, his voice full of admiration:
"Mingde Hall is really different."
"The quality of this Soul Tool is so exquisite. I am afraid that Mingde Hall is the only one on the mainland that can make such a beautiful Soul Tool."
"Those Heavenly Soul Empire, Douling Empire, Star Luo Empire and Soul Engineer are like children playing house compared to you."
Long Zhanye stood aside without speaking. He was thinking rapidly in his mind.
He could clearly feel that although Elder Mask was a powerful person with the title Douluo.
But his Soul Power aura is not strong. It seems that he is only about level 91 Soul Power, which is the lowest among the ones with the title Douluo.
The aura is weak and Soul Power is unstable, obviously it was forcibly improved by Evil Soul Master's evil methods.
The foundation is unstable and the successor is weak.
In this way, he is not a big threat to himself.
With his current strength and those Level 9 Soul Tools on his body, even if he cannot defeat him, it will not be a problem to escape unscathed.
Seeing the messy woman on Elder Mask's bed and the scene he had guessed in Heavenly Eye, Long Zhanye gradually had an idea in his mind.
He expected that Holy Spirit Cult was in short supply of people and talents.
Otherwise, they would not go around recruiting strong people among Ming Capital's underground forces.
Nor will there be so much eyeliner in the Xishui Alliance.
The Elder in front of me is very lustful, greedy for pleasure, and weak-willed, so we can take advantage of this.
At this time, Elder Mask was still looking at those Soul Tool one by one, playing with them one by one, and admiring each one.
Long Zhanye stood aside, waiting for him to see almost everything, and then slowly spoke.
The voice was calm and natural, as if he was just chatting casually:
"Elder Mask, are you satisfied with this batch of Soul Tool?"
He paused, his eyes swept over those Soul Tool, and then landed on Elder Mask's face, with some deep meaning in his eyes.
"If you are satisfied, we can send more next month."
Masked Douluo nodded without thinking, and said with a bit of laziness and a bit of satisfaction in his voice, "It's not bad, not bad."
His eyes were still lingering on those Soul Tool, and his fingers gently stroked the surface of a dark staff, feeling the precise lines on it.
His greedy look was like that of a miser guarding his treasure.
Then Long Zhanye asked again, with a bit of compliment:
"Elder Mask's vision is really amazing, there is such a beauty."
His eyes fell on the nearly naked women on the bed, with a bit of admiration in their eyes.
Masked Douluo was also interested at this time, and a proud smile appeared on his ugly face.
His protruding eyes narrowed into slits, and he said, "That's true, how can I have a vision that is comparable to that of ordinary people?"
"These items are all selected from the best flower houses in Ming Capital. Each one costs a lot of money."
Long Zhanye said again, with a bit of regret and temptation in his voice:
"These few are indeed stunning in the world, but..."
He paused deliberately, his eyes swept over the women, and then landed on Masked Douluo's face, he hesitated to speak.
At this time, Masked Douluo's eyes instantly looked at Long Zhanye, a glimmer of light flashed in those eyes, and he asked urgently:
"Just what?"
Long Zhanye slowly said, with a bit of mystery in his voice:
"I have seen several women who have conquered the country and conquered the city, and they are far better than the ones you have."
His voice was very soft and slow, as if he was describing something extremely precious:
"That appearance, that figure, and that temperament are definitely not comparable to those of these prostitutes."
"One of them has skin like gelatin, eyebrows like distant mountains, and a smile that can make hundreds of flowers eclipse."
At this time, Masked Douluo became excited instantly, and he straightened up from his chair.
His eyes flashed with greed, and he looked at Long Zhanye with a bit of eagerness:
"Who are they? Let me have a look!"
His voice became urgent, and his anxious look made Long Zhanye laugh secretly in his heart.
Long Zhanye shook his head deliberately, with a bit of regret and helplessness in his movements:
"Sir, what are these words?"
"How can I, an ordinary researcher like Mingde Hall, get in touch with that kind of upper-class woman?"
"Those women are all relatives of the emperor and rich ladies from high-ranking families. How can I have that kind of blessing?"