Douluo: Prime Minister, I understand

Chapter 425 Lan Ying's Be Careful, Strong People Gather, Hell's Killing Fields Are Quiet!

Everyone was afraid of this battle, and no one dared to approach the registration desk.

A battle that is completely fatal, but no one seeks their own death.

Lan Ying turned his big eyes, looked left and right, and finally shouted loudly: "Time is limited, those who want to sign up hurry up, and the winner will be rewarded with [-] cups of Huangquanlu."

In an instant, the bottom exploded.

Boom~!

The eyes of all the soul masters lit up, and a greedy desire spread from their hearts.

Five hundred cups of Huangquan dew.

What does this mean, you can walk sideways in the killing capital.

Whatever you want, you can get whatever hell messenger you want.

Drink whatever you want, trade whatever you want.

Even if it is a strong person, it is impossible to produce so much Huang Quanlu at once.

Lan Ying pursed her lips, and stood on the registration platform with her arms crossed, very arrogant.

On her calm face, the treacherous breath became more and more intense.

She didn't believe it, with such a high stake, these idiots wouldn't sign up?
As long as they dare to sign up, that hell messenger will kill them all.

The mission of the Slaughter King is perfectly completed.

For the next month, they can do nothing again.

Lan Ying sat on the registration platform, with her little feet up, and with a faint smile on her lips, she muttered to herself, "Come on, come on, come on, sign up, beauty, how much does Huang Quanlu want?" how many."

Lan Ying waited bitterly.

But half an hour later, still no one came.

Lan Ying frowned and pouted, almost turning into a Muggle in frustration.

She looked at Cao An, who was the closest to the registration platform, and said, "Hey, rookie, do you want to sign up? Newcomers need training, and it will be good for you to participate in more battles."

The corner of Cao An's mouth twitched, and he gave Lan Ying a hard look.

She is like this? !

She is such a "weak" newcomer, and she sells herself?

Cao An looked at her eyes, immediately rolled his eyes, and said coldly, "No, I'll think about it."

"Hmph, you can refuse as soon as you guess, you rookie, let's take a good look at the top game of the high-end game!" Lan Ying's voice was calm, but her small appearance was so cute no matter how you looked at it.

Cao An was not angry either.

What he wants is to create an image of himself as a "vegetable chicken" in the admiration of everyone.

This is more conducive to his search for Yu Xiaogang, Tang San and others.

But it's also strange to say that Tang San's hero Halo has not been seen for such a long time.

Could it be that now he has also changed into a black robe? !
At this time, eight people walked side by side towards the registration desk.

Each of these eight people is full of blood, and they are all well-known and strong in the killing capital.

Lan Ying's eyes lit up when he saw them.

The stronger the person who signed up, the richer the reward she will get.

As for whether she will be killed by the announcer, it is not her business.

"Sign up? Please." Lan Ying lightly jumped and stood behind the registration platform with an incomparably bright smile on his face.

Cao An looked at it and smiled inwardly.

In his opinion, apart from Lan Ying's unchanging peace for thousands of years, he just despises him.

In addition to contempt, is contempt.

In addition to contempt, it is ridicule.

Anyway, I couldn't see any good expression on her face.

But at this moment she is smiling so brightly, how big a hole has she dug? !

How many people are going to be killed?

When Cao An was puzzled, he was surprised to find that the audience fell silent.

All eyes fell on the eight powerhouses.

Many people's fingers trembled and their pupils shrank.

Lan Ying's smile became more and more beautiful, and the corners of her mouth curled up leisurely.

Around the registration desk, voices came out one after another quietly.

The soul masters are in a mess.

"I'm relying on Wo Ri, this... I read it right, it turned out to be Wang Zhenxiang, who has won 61 consecutive victories, why did he come out? Didn't he say that he hired three hell messengers and was going to rest for a month?"

"I don't know, look at who is beside him?"

"I'm going, um, am I blind? I'm irritable because I haven't participated in a battle for three years."

"He even came out. I remember that his highest record is 64 consecutive victories within three months."

"My dear, are these two powerhouses ready to participate in this competition?"

Immediately, other than voices, there were still voices around the registration desk.

At this time, among the eight powerhouses, the person standing in the third from the bottom raised his head slightly.

Boom~!

Suddenly, the audience seemed to be swept by a gust of wind, and everyone gasped.

Even the smile on Lan Ying's face froze for a short while.

"Damn, he. He. He, Jinmian, uh" The man's breathing was stagnant, and he passed out alive.

Then several soul masters fainted.

All eyes fell on Jinmian's face.

This person is ordinary, except for the golden mask on his face, which is the name he got from it.

He is ordinary and has an ordinary temperament.

But no one dares to ignore the record.

69 consecutive victories, and within two months.

The smile on Lan Ying's face became half a smile, and his eyes became a little serious.

The strong man who came out this time was a bit beyond her expectations.

61 consecutive victories, Wang Zhenxiang.

64 consecutive victories, bugs are irritable.

69 consecutive victories, gold noodles.

At this time, the man in black, who was the fourth from last, shook slightly, and his robe fell off.

"Hiss..." The audience gasped, their eyes glazed over.

Da~!

Lan Ying's fingers trembled, and the golden diamond pen in his hand hit the ground heavily.

She didn't move for a long time, her eyes were completely closed.

Her small mouth moved slightly, and she murmured: "The most vicious woman in the city of killing, within a month, seventy consecutive victories, none of the men you target are alive, since you are here, you brother."

Lan Ying's eyes turned away, and her small face became even more dull.

Her eyes fell on the fifth person from the bottom.

At this moment, there was no extra expression on her face.

But the voices in the crowd were still noisy.

"The person who likes to shatter the enemy's weapons the most in the city of killing, won 73 consecutive victories within a month, and was given the nickname, Broken Yixu."

"The people who came out this time, if you look carefully, they are all strong."

"These five people have come out, and the first three people."

Everyone's eyes moved forward and landed on the sixth person from the bottom.

Lan Ying's voice came out slowly, and her silver teeth bit her lip: "Using an epee giant sword, the strongest man in the killing capital, Nicholas is cheap, with a record of 75 consecutive victories, he likes to tyrannize the enemy, and the enemy's body until it shatters."

Up to this moment, the sound of the audience has become terribly silent.

This man stands in third place, but he creates a legend that has never been created.

"Nicholas is cheap. After he won 75 consecutive victories, he participated in a battle with the Hell Envoy and narrowly won. Everyone thought he was dead, but they didn't expect him to be alive."

"I heard that Nicholas cheaply pursued the lady at the registration desk."

"A strong man with a loli, hehe!" The crowd laughed in small groups.

"Huh?" Nicholas raised his head cheaply, and looked over for a moment with bursting eyes.

The soul master who spoke was stunned.

He backed away tremblingly, and he couldn't speak smoothly: "I'm sorry, I was wrong"

"die."

Nicholas uttered the word cheap, and the black iron epee behind him flew out in an instant.

(End of this chapter)