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He gave a very high evaluation. A level 7 soul master under the age of 30 was enough to move him and make him admire her.
Even his two most proud disciples were only level six soul masters, and judging from his appearance, this mysterious young soul master was probably only in his early twenties, far less than thirty.
I'm afraid this young man is more likely to become the youngest ninth-level soul mentor in the entire continent than the Son of God.
Feng Ling's eyes hidden behind the veil were a little burning.
The holding of this underground soul mentor competition has attracted many soul mentor talents. Although the three candidates sent by Xishui League to participate in the finals have been decided, they are not set in stone.
If a more powerful soul guide comes to surrender, the quota can be negotiated.
Many soul masters came to participate for the prize money, rare metals and gambling money from the previous rounds of competition, and they did not want to get involved with the underground forces of Xishui League. Therefore, they would hide their identities and strengths.
But now this young man is acting unusually high-profile.
It was obvious that a level 4 milk bottle was enough to allow him to be exempted from the next round, and the soul guides made during the competition would be taken away, so why did he have to go through the trouble of making a more time-consuming and laborious level 5 milk bottle?
Is it just a show of skill? Or is it that he spent a lot of money betting on himself? But this round of competition has begun to prohibit betting on a specific contestant.
Being high-profile means unnecessary trouble, especially in such an underground force, but Feng Ling has a different guess.
This young man might have come here deliberately to show off his skills to the Xishui League in order to attract their attention and recruit them.
Although the Xishui League is under the Holy Spirit Church, not all of its members are evil soul masters. They have also been recruiting high-level soul masters.
As powerful soul master organizations, the Holy Spirit Church and Shrek are completely different. Perhaps because they are dormant in the Sun-Moon Empire, they pay more attention to the development of soul guides than any other forces in the three countries of the mainland.
Not only does the sect have a ninth-level soul guide elder, it also sends its holy servants to the Sun and Moon Academy for further study, cooperates with Mingde Hall, and even recruits them at high prices.
The end result is that the Xishui League has its own team of soul guides, and the top leaders of the Holy Spirit Church are all equipped with advanced soul guides.
It is often said that there has not been a ninth-level soul engineer in the Three Kingdoms of the mainland, but who would have thought that the first ninth-level soul engineer born in the Three Kingdoms of the mainland would be the third elder of the Holy Spirit Church, Minglei Douluo.
It is no exaggeration to say that the Holy Spirit Church is superior to Shrek Academy in terms of both soul masters and soul mentors.
Feng Ling would never turn away a powerful soul mentor who wanted to join Xishui League. Of course, this was just her guess, and she didn't know what the young soul mentor was thinking.
Huo Yuhao silently stared at the young man. Beneath the other's slightly unfamiliar face, there was an extremely familiar aura.
"Eh? Isn't that the big black guy? Why is he dressed like this?"
Tian Meng immediately recognized the young man’s true identity. He was none other than He Cai Tou who had been in disguise.
Huo Yuhao responded calmly in his mind.
He was a little surprised that He Caitou would participate in the underground soul mentor competition, but he was not very puzzled. The three major underground forces in Mingdu prepared attractive rewards for this competition. It was impossible for a powerful soul mentor not to be tempted, but he did not expect to meet here by chance.
Now that He Caitou has officially broken through to the seventh-level soul master, Huo Yuhao dares to conclude that he is definitely either first or second in this division, and is even stronger than the two disciples of Minglei Douluo.
But the competition among underground forces will not just be about the simple production of soul guides; the subsequent soul guide competition will be the highlight.
While thinking, He Caitou had completed the production of the fifth-level milk bottle. He put the bottle on the table with an indifferent expression and motioned the referee to come over for inspection.
"Level 5 milk bottle, please inspect it."
He Caitou did not lower his voice. As soon as he finished speaking, several soul masters who were still working beside him heard the words "level five milk bottle" and subconsciously opened their mouths to look at him, completely unaware that the movements of their hands had changed.
The referee behind him was completely stunned at this moment: "This... I need to ask the chief referee to check it personally."
He took away the level 5 bottle and walked quickly to the backcourt.
He Caitou still had no expression on his face, as if completing a level five milk bottle was just a piece of cake.
Feng Ling in the VIP room instructed the person beside her: "Let him be exempt from the next round of examination. Also, leave the level 5 milk bottle to him to test his attitude."
"Yes." Minglei Douluo called one of his men and gave him a few instructions.
After a while, the referee returned to He Caitou's table with the bottle of milk.
"My dear guest, the milk bottle you made is perfect and has passed this competition." In addition to the gold soul coins and rare metal rewards, he also respectfully handed over the milk bottle, "This is a gift from our Xishui League to you. I hope you will achieve better results in the next competition."
He was only a level 3 soul guide, and the look he gave He Caitou was full of humility. Even the chief referee for the first match of the competition was not even level 7.
He Caitou took the bottle and the reward, nodded slightly, said nothing, and left the arena.
Seeing that He Caitou was about to leave, Huo Yuhao did not stay for long. He said to the Holy Spirit Sect members, “Deputy Sect Leader, Second Elder, Third Elder, I’m going back to Mingyue Hotel first.”
"Son, how about I take you back?" Minglei Douluo stood up and said, "It's getting late now, your safety is of utmost importance."
“No need for that. We are at the foot of the imperial city. The roads are patrolled by the military. The public security in Mingdu is not so bad.” Huo Yuhao made up an excuse and left the Golden Hall.
He now realized that his hunting behavior was known to the Holy Spirit Church at the first time. The Supreme Leader was indeed the Ultimate Douluo, with such powerful means.
But he still didn't understand how the Holy Spirit Church directly suspected the Northern Family.
"You even sent me a saint. I think you guys are overthinking it."
Discussing how to deal with him in front of the real owner, there is no chance that this will succeed.
Huo Yuhao muttered and disappeared into the street. He didn't like the Fire Phoenix Saint Ma Xiaotao very much.
But he overlooked that the Holy Spirit Church may have more than one saint.
……
After coming out of Qingse Hotel, He Caitou did not go directly back to Mingyue Hotel, but went all the way to a remote alley.
After taking off the human skin mask, wig, clothes... all the disguises, He Caitou breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to leave.
Just then, a voice suddenly sounded in the dark alley.
"Brother Caitou?"
"Who?"
He Caitou's aura suddenly changed. His nerves, which were about to relax, instantly tensed up. His eyes were stern and fierce, which was completely different from his usual honest appearance.
He concealed himself so that his identity would not be discovered by outsiders.
A soul guide cannon has appeared in the sleeve of He Caitou's right hand. If someone with ulterior motives discovers his identity, he will never let the other party leave alive.
“Don’t be nervous, Brother Caitou, it’s me, Huo Yuhao.”
He turned his head and saw Huo Yuhao's familiar face appear in front of him. The other party raised his hands slightly, signaling him to relax.
The murderous intent in He Caitou's eyes disappeared instantly, and he returned to his usual honest appearance. The soul guide cannon in his sleeves also disappeared.
He touched his bald head and laughed cheerfully: "Yuhao, why are you here? You really scared me."
"Brother Caitou, it's really you."
Huo Yuhao was somewhat surprised and said, “I just saw you at the Youth Soul Master Elite Competition. If it weren’t for the spiritual detection, I would have almost failed to recognize you. You can make a level 5 milk bottle. You must have broken through to the level 7 soul master, right?”
After a round of greetings, the atmosphere, which had just been solemn, suddenly became lively.
The two smiled at each other, chatted, and walked towards the Mingyue Hotel.
"Yeah." He Caitou nodded and asked, "Yuhao, why are you there?"
Huo Yuhao smiled and said, “Brother Caitou, have you forgotten that I am also a soul mentor? How could I miss such a big competition?”
He Caitou asked in confusion: "Then why didn't I see you on the field just now?"
“I didn’t play in the game, but was betting outside the stadium.” Huo Yuhao laughed, “After I recognized you just now, I bet directly on you and made hundreds of thousands of gold soul coins. Brother Caitou, did you make a fortune too?”
He Caitou smiled from ear to ear: "Of course, this Soul Master Competition not only has rare metal rewards, but I also made a lot of money from betting outside the venue."
"Brother Caitou, I believe in you. No one on the field can match you. You will definitely win the championship."
"Yuhao, thank you so much. I will definitely not let you down. You must continue to bet on me when the time comes. We will make a lot of money then, haha."
As they were chatting, Huo Yuhao and the other person had already returned to Mingyue Hotel.
"Brother Caitou, the draw for the round-robin tournament will be tomorrow. I hope we won't be grouped together."
“Haha, if I’m assigned to the same group, I won’t show any mercy.” He Caitou had already walked to the floor where the Tang Sect was located and invited Huo Yuhao, “Yuhao, do you want to come in and sit down?”
After three elimination matches, with most of the teams gone, the Tang Clan was able to move into a more spacious room.
Huo Yuhao shook his head and declined: “No need, Brother Caitou, you should go to bed early.”
"Okay, see you tomorrow then."
He Caitou waved goodbye to Huo Yuhao for the last time.
Huo Yuhao also waved his hand. When He Caitou disappeared from his sight, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a cold look.
"Such a strong murderous aura." Bingdi said with a sigh, "Your senior brother just seemed to have completely changed. If it wasn't you who showed up, who knows what he would have done."
Tian Meng nodded hurriedly: "Yes, I have seen him so many times, but the big black one now is so fierce..."
Huo Yuhao looked gloomy and stared at the room where Tang Men was for a long time before he said, "He lied."
"Lying? How did you know?" Bingdi asked.
Huo Yuhao said calmly: "After the competition begins, we can no longer bet directly on individuals. We can only bet on odd or even numbers, which are purely based on luck. This is to allow nouveau riche who don't know about soul guides to participate.
"But he didn't know that and he followed my words and said that he made a lot of money from the bets."
"And every time he lies, there's a particular kind of mood swing."
Bingdi asked in confusion: "What does this mean?"
"It means that he has a different purpose in participating in the Soul Instructor Competition."
"What purpose could it serve?"
“I don’t know, but it’s definitely not for money,” Huo Yuhao said.
Bingdi said with some annoyance: "Are you being mysterious?"
“I am very sensitive to this kind of thing.” Huo Yuhao said coldly, “When a person wants to emphasize that he does something for money, it may be to cover up other more ulterior motives.”
He analyzed secretly in his mind.
What is the purpose of participating in the Soul Instructor Competition?
Everyone who comes here is for money, rare metals, soul guide rewards... Is there any secret that cannot be told? Do we need to lie?
Huo Yuhao couldn't think of a reason to hide it from Cai Tou.
There seems to be an obvious answer.
Seeing him deep in thought, Xue Di casually reminded him, "What is the prize for the champion of this Soul Instructor Competition?"
Huo Yuhao was about to answer when he suddenly felt a shock all over his body.
His eyes widened slightly, but he quickly put away the surprise on his face.