Qian Gujue said nonchalantly, "If he doesn't have this bit of courage, is he still worthy of being the protagonist? But having said that, he did a great job by deliberately speeding up just now."
Locke just smiled, suddenly remembered something, and looked at Ning Rongrong and the others. "By the way, I just heard you say that you formed a team to compete?"
"Yeah."
Ning Rongrong was lying on the side of the ship watching the clouds. He turned around and replied, "We are quite capable!"
Locke blinked. "But as far as I know, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in this competition. Don't forget, the ones we Magic Academy used, the one named Yunxiao, I heard that he is already Titled Douluo. Even Titled Douluo personally participated in the competition. How can you girls get any good rankings?"
He didn't mean to pour cold water on his words. Titled Douluo is already a top existence in this world. For such a character to personally participate in the youth Soul Master Tournament is simply a dimensionality reduction blow.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Wu was just fiddling with his long braid indifferently, and his tone was as calm as saying that the weather is nice today, "It doesn't matter, we don't care about the ranking, we are just going to participate and have fun, the ranking is not important at all."
"That's right," he crossed his arms and raised his chin higher, his tone full of disdain, "Besides, it's just Titled Douluo, so what's there to be afraid of? My brother who came back from Slaughter City is also Titled Douluo, so I'm just scared of him!"
As soon as these words came out, the flying boat was silent for a few seconds.
In other words, there are more than one Titled Douluo participating in this Soul Master Tournament. It is hard to imagine how many people have practiced Titled Douluo under the age of twenty-five.
Gui Mengguan sneered, his tone full of nonchalance. "In this competition, there are at least seven or eight people who have broken through Titled Douluo before the age of twenty-five."
Locke was so shocked that his eyes widened. "What? This era of your world is too magical, with so many geniuses emerging. In a normal era, it would be pretty good to have Soul King at this age."
"That was before." Oupai smiled, "Of course it is completely impossible. Maybe they participated in the proclaimer test."
Not to mention that there are so many time-travelers now, and all kinds of heaven-defying skills and system plug-ins are flying all over the sky. It doesn't matter if you become Titled Douluo in your twenties. In a few years, Titled Douluo in his teens may appear.
In the original story, the protagonists of Tang San participated in Sea God Trial before they were twenty-five years old, and gained the strength of Titled Douluo.
"So it's not a weird thing at all for Titled Douluo to appear before the age of twenty-five."
Locke suddenly realized. "So that's what it is, that is to say, these people are just showmen."
The corner of Gui Mengguan's mouth raised a sarcastic smile, "Yes, even if they really have Titled Douluo strength, sometimes strength does not mean everything. No matter how strong a person is, his boat will capsize in the gutter."
Locke blinked and looked at them as if he had a sudden realization. "It seems you have a way to deal with Titled Douluo?"
"That's right." Qian Gujue said in a calm but confident tone, "If we compete in the arena, our chances of winning are indeed very slim. But the rules of this competition are to throw all the teams into a huge secret realm. Without the restrictions of the arena, we have a lot of room to operate."
"Don't be careless," Zhu Zhuqing frowned and reminded in a cold voice, "None of these people can become Titled Douluo at this age."
Whether it is her own opinion or the opinion of the white tiger inside her, Titled Douluo is difficult to defeat at this stage.
Qian Gujue added nonchalantly, "What Soul Master World is most indispensable is the story of the fall of genius. Titled Douluo, so many amazing and talented people in history, all died in the hands of people much weaker than themselves."
Ning Rongrong immediately became energetic, folded his arms and said proudly, "That's right! If we can't beat him head-on, why don't we know how to trick people? The secret realm is full of woods, valleys, and swamps. Find a place to ambush them, and wait for them to pass by. Give him a hard blow. Even Titled Douluo will lose his skin."
Gui Mengguan continued to say slowly, "That's not all. It's not just us and those Titled Douluo in the secret realm. There are many other participating teams, and they don't want to be crushed by Titled Douluo. When the time comes, we can definitely unite with other teams and get rid of the most arrogant Titled Douluo first. After all, the enemy of our enemy is our friend."
"There are also wild Soul Beast and dangerous areas in the secret realm," Qian Gujue continued, "Maybe there is also the power of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, no Worse than Titled Douluo. As long as we lead those Titled Douluo to Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's lair, or to the Jedi in the secret realm, they will die without us doing anything."
"Don't you forget, the thermal weapons made by the Black Fire Cult can kill ordinary Soul Master, can't they kill Titled Douluo?"
The Buddha's Fury Tang people made with black powder can instantly kill a group of quasi-sages, so in the hands of someone with more advanced skills, they will definitely be able to make a thermal weapon that can kill Titled Douluo instantly.
"If that's the case, there might be people from the Black Bishop of the Black Fire Sect coming to compete." Ning Rongrong thought.
"Yes, so why is it possible that Titled Douluo will end up in the sewer? Don't take this competition as a joke. People will really die by then." Gui Mengguan said.
When the game was reformed, the sentence of killing everyone and leaving oneself alone added more fire to the group of time-travelers. Even without that sentence, they would have used various means to kill everyone else and leave oneself alone.
Ning Rongrong said nonchalantly, "Then let's just be careful then. Anyway, isn't it written in the rules that as long as you shout 'I give up', you can immediately trigger the teleportation and exit the secret realm? If we really encounter an unavoidable fatal danger, we can just admit defeat and run away. Who has to fight hard?"
"Besides, I have quite a few triggerable Soul Tools. It won't be a problem if I hold them on for a while."
This is the confidence of Seven Treasure Glazed Tile, the confidence of being as rich as the enemy.
As one of Upper Three Sects, it is also the richest sect. It has existed for hundreds of years, and its treasure accumulation over the years is no worse than the two major empires or Spirit Hall.
Coupled with Ning Rongrong's identity, Soul Tool has almost all the means to save his life.
In this way, you don't have to worry too much about safety.
Then again, can Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the three God Slayer cause problems for Ning Rongrong?
In fact, the main thing is to worry about yourself.
It's true that I don't have enough confidence to face so many fellow villagers.
After flying for a day and a night, the flying boat arrived at the Spirit Hall the next morning.
On the ground below, an extremely majestic city rose from the ground, but the city walls were definitely built according to the standards of the main city of the capital.
The 80-meter-high city wall looks extremely majestic from the outside, and is more than 30 meters thick. It is completely repaired from granite.
In the city, there are countless buildings lined up, and the streets are busy with traffic and people coming and going. The most eye-catching thing is the towering Spirit Hall main hall located in the center of the city. The golden glazed tiles sparkle in the sun, exuding a sacred and majestic atmosphere.
You know, this city didn't exist originally. It was completely funded by the Spirit Hall. How easy is it to build such a city?
At this time, Spirit City has gathered Soul Master from all over the continent.
The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and a tense atmosphere. Soul Master who were gearing up and eager to try could be seen everywhere, as well as many nobles and sect elders who came to watch the competition.
The flying boat landed slowly. As soon as it landed, several Spirit Hall deacons came over quickly and saluted Locke respectfully. "Mr. Locke, you are finally here. His Holiness the Pope has prepared a room for you in the VIP building. Please come with me."
Locke nodded and said to everyone, "Let's go, let's go to the VIP building to put things away first. Once you've settled in, I'll take you to Spirit City to see if there's anything interesting."
"We don't have to, we can just live outside." Gui Mengguan said.
Just kidding, now is not the time to reveal your identity. If you are exposed, it will be like a living target.
"Yes, we can just find a hotel outside and we also need to go through identity verification and registration." Ning Rongrong said, Spirit Hall really felt uncomfortable living there.
The same is true for other people, they might as well find a place to live outside.
"Well, that's okay. I'll go say hello to the Pope first, and then I'll come find you." Locke said.
"Okay, let's go shopping together then." Xiao Wu said.
Then Locke followed the butler Spirit Hall towards the direction of the VIP building, and others also rushed to sign up.
The registration office is located in Spirit Hall Branch, the largest square in Spirit City, and it is already packed to the brim. Teams from all over the continent are crowded together, including impressive core disciples dressed in uniform sect uniforms, casual cultivators in simple clothes and resolute eyes, and many college students carrying schoolbags with green faces.
The air was mixed with the fluctuating breath of Soul Power, and the noisy voices almost lifted the roof.
"Wow, there are too many people!" Ning Rongrong stood on tiptoes and looked inside, sticking out his tongue.
"When will this be scheduled?"
Gui Mengguan yawned and said lazily, "If I had known it was so troublesome, I would have let Locke go through the back door as a sponsor."
"That's so boring." Oupai said with a smile, "You can only feel the atmosphere of the competition by queuing up. Look at the man in red over there, his nostrils are almost raised to the sky. He looks like the eldest young master of some sect."
Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a young man in a red outfit surrounded by a group of people. He glanced at the surrounding team with arrogance and disdain in his eyes.
About an hour later, it was Gui Mengguan's team's turn.
The person in charge of registration was a middle-aged Spirit Hall deacon wearing glasses. He asked without raising his head, "Team name? Number of people?"
"Loafing Squad, three people." Gui Mengguan replied casually.
"Pfft--"
Ning Rongrong next to her couldn't hold back and almost spat out a mouthful of water. She held her stomach and laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up straight, "Loafing Squad? Your name is too bad! It sounds like you are just here to mess around, there is no momentum at all!"
"Why do you need momentum?" Gui Mengguan raised his eyebrows with an indifferent expression, "We are here to fish. Being able to lie down and never sit down, winning without any effort, this is the highest state of fishing."
"That's right." Oupai nodded repeatedly, "The name is just a code name, strength is the last word. Besides, when we win the championship, these four words 'Loafing Squad' will be the most powerful name."
Qian Gujue also added lightly, "It's better than those fancy, fancy but useless names."
Ning Rongrong curled his lips and was about to say something else when it was their team's turn.
The deacon still asked without raising his head, "Team name? Number of people?"
Ning Rongrong rolled his eyes, suddenly changed his mind, and said loudly, "Lying Flat Squad, four people!"
Now it was Gui Mengguan's turn and they were stunned.
"Lying Flat Squad?" Oupai's eyes widened, "Why do you want to learn from us?"
"Who has learned from you?" Ning Rongrong crossed his arms and raised his chin and said, "We are here to have fun, and we don't want to compete for rankings, so it is more appropriate to call us 'Lying Flat Squad'. Besides, 'Rose Squad' sounds too vulgar, but 'Lying Flat Squad' sounds better."
Xiao Wu also nodded and said in a calm tone, "Well, it's good to lie flat. You don't have to use your brains or work hard."
Zhu Zhuqing Although he didn't speak, he nodded slightly in agreement.
Wolf has no objection, it doesn't matter what his name is.
Gui Mengguan couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, you guys, you learn pretty fast. Now, Loafing Squad and Lying Flat Squad have become a pair of sleeping dragon and phoenix chicks."
The deacon pushed up his glasses and glanced at them helplessly. Apparently he thought these two names were too outrageous, but he still recorded them in accordance with the regulations.
"Next, please report everyone's age and Soul Power Level." The deacon picked up the pen and prepared to register.
"I'll go first." Ning Rongrong spoke first, "Ning Rongrong, fourteen years old, level 44 auxiliary system Soul Ancestor, Martial Soul Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."
The deacon paused with his pen and glanced up at her, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. Fourteen-year-old level 44 Soul Ancestor, this is a real genius.
"Xiao Wu, fifteen years old, level fifty-nine Power Attack System Soul King, Martial Soul Soft Bone Rabbit."
"Zhu Zhuqing, fourteen years old, level 54 agility attack system Soul King, Martial Soul Hell Spirit Cat."
"Wolf, fifteen years old, level fifty-six Power Attack System Soul King, Body Martial Soul."
As the grades were reported one by one, the deacon's eyes opened wider and wider, and the pen in his hand almost dropped to the ground.
He originally thought these were just a few little girls having fun, but he didn't expect them to be so strong, especially the fourteen-year-old fifty-nine-level Soul King named Xiao Wu. This was simply appalling!
The team behind them happened to be a team from the Heaven Dou Empire Royal Soul Master Academy. When they heard these names and levels, the students in the team immediately exploded.
"Oh my god! Fourteen-year-old Soul Ancestor? Still level 44? I am already eighteen this year, only level 33!"
"That Xiao Wu is even more outrageous! Fourteen-year-old Soul King! Is this still a human being?"
"Didn't they say it's Lying Flat Squad? It can be called Soul Ancestor when you lie flat? Then who are we?"
"It's over, it's over, I feel like we're just here to run with you this time."
Ning Rongrong heard the discussion behind him, and a proud smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Sure enough, this name was the best, and he deliberately said loudly, "Oh, we are already the weakest in our team. I am only level 44, and I am a laggard in the team."
As soon as these words came out, the students in the college behind them started to wail even more.
"Level 44 is still a laggard? Then don't we who are over 30th level not even worthy of being a laggard?"
"Comparing people with each other is so annoying!"
At this moment, Gui Mengguan and the others also started reporting for levels.
"Gui Mengguan, fourteen years old, level 67 control and attack system Soul Emperor, Martial Soul Other Shore Flower."
"Qian Gujue, fourteen years old, level 69 compulsory system Soul Emperor, Martial Soul Coiling Dragon Staff."
"Oupai, thirteen years old, level sixty-six Power Attack System Soul Emperor, Martial Soul Godly Zhuge Crossbow."
As soon as the words fell, the entire registration office fell silent instantly.
You can hear a needle drop.
Everyone's eyes widened and they looked at Gui Mengguan in disbelief.
The middle-aged deacon froze on the spot, and the pen in his hand fell on the table with a clatter. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word for a long time.
Fourteen-year-old Soul Emperor?
And there are still three!
The lowest level is sixty-six.
How is this possible?!
You know, in a normal Soul Master World, those who can reach the Soul Emperor realm at the age of thirty are already one in a million geniuses. However, these three people have reached such terrifying heights at the age of fourteen, which simply subverts everyone's cognition!
It's no wonder that he doesn't know that a lot of genius information is hidden, and given his level, he doesn't know it at all.
Just like do you know the names of the son and daughter of the mayor of your city?
The Heaven Dou Royal Academy team at the back was even more speechless. Just now they were complaining about the students they were running with, but now they no longer had the energy to complain.
They looked at the three Gui Mengguan, their eyes full of awe and despair.
Soul Elder, who is over 30 levels, facing Soul Emperor, who is over 60 levels, is not an opponent of the same magnitude at all. Let alone fight, a Soul Skill can wipe them all out.
"Soul...Soul Emperor?" The deacon finally came to his senses, his voice trembling, "Three... Are you sure you didn't report an error?"
"What? You don't believe it?" Oupai raised his eyebrows, and his whole body instantly released a faint Soul Power pressure.
The powerful aura belonging to Soul Emperor hit his face, making everyone around him breathless. Several college students who were close to him turned pale and backed away.
The deacon nodded quickly, with a respectful look on his face. "Believe! Believe! Wait a moment, you three. I'll register right away."
He hurriedly picked up the pen and quickly recorded it on the registration form, fearing that he would offend the three bosses if he was a little slow.
Of course, it doesn't matter if you lie to others. As long as you enter the secret realm, your strength will not lie.
At this moment, a discordant voice suddenly sounded.
"Hmph, just pretending! Fourteen-year-old Soul Emperor? I don't believe it! It must have been improved by some evil way, Soul Power. It looks good but is useless!"
Everyone looked up, and it was the young man in red with a proud face who spoke just now. He is Yan Lie, the young master of the Blazing Fire Sect. He is twenty years old this year, level 43 Power Attack System Soul Ancestor. He considers himself to be the top genius of the younger generation. He usually puts his eyes above the top and does not take anyone seriously.
Just now he saw Gui Mengguan and the others reporting the level of Soul Emperor. He was so jealous that he couldn't help but taunt them.
Gui Mengguan slowly turned his head, did not speak, and just glanced at Yan Lie lightly.
At this glance, Yan Lie instantly felt as if he was being stared at by an ancient Ferocious Beast. The blood all over his body seemed to have solidified. His face turned pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his legs softened, and he almost collapsed to the ground.
The surrounding air instantly dropped to freezing point.
The Blazing Fire Sect disciples behind Yan Lie were too frightened to speak. They all lowered their heads and did not even dare to breathe.
Everyone looked at the three Gui Mengguan with awe, and no one dared to question their strength.
The deacon quickly registered all the information, handed them two tokens representing the qualifications for the competition, and said respectfully, "Two captains, these are your participation tokens. The competition will officially start in fifteen days. At that time, please use your watch to enter the secret realm. The detailed map and rule book of the secret realm will be delivered to your residence tomorrow."
"Thank you." Ning Rongrong took the watch and said with a smile.
Everyone turned and left the registration office, leaving behind a buzzing crowd.
"Oh my God! Loafing Squad and Lying Flat Squad, these two names sound unreliable, but their strength is so terrifying!"
"Three Soul Emperor, a level 56 Soul King, and four Soul Ancestor... These are the favorites to win the championship!"
"No wonder they dare to call Moyu Lying Flat Squad. With such strength, they can really win by lying down."
"It seems that there is something good to see in this competition. I wonder if Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall and those disciples of the hidden sect can beat them."
"I'm afraid your information is lagging behind. I heard that Soul Master Tournament and Titled Douluo are participating this year."
"Titled Douluo? Are you kidding? The age to become a title fighter is already dozens of years old."
"Then you are too naive. Some people are geniuses, while others are geniuses. That is the threshold for meeting them."
"Then we're still participating in the crappy young man Soul Master Tournament. We might as well give up."
"Hey, what are you afraid of? You must know that as long as we can stay in the secret realm until the end, we can win. Maybe we can get lucky and become the last one."
ps: The feel is gradually coming back