Douluo: The Legendary Hegemony of Douluo

After going through a simple grouping, the seven finally formed a group of Tang San and Xiao Wu.

Oscar and Dai Mubai are in a group.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing are in a group.

And, Ma Hongjun is in a group alone.

After dividing the teams, the master took out seven prepared masks from his soul tool bracelet.

Everyone is familiar with the mask, it is the symbol of Shrek Academy.

Although the mask technology is average, it fits perfectly with the face.

It is tailor-made.

"When participating in the team battle, you were collectively called by the names of the Shrek Seven Monsters. When participating in the respective soul fights, I thought of a title for each of you." The master said lightly.

Everyone understood the meaning of the master, they were still young.

Soul masters like Tang San and Xiao Wu who reached level 30 at the age of twelve.

Taking out one casually and putting it in the world of soul masters is also shocking.

If once famous, Wuhundian must be the first to come to him.

Unlike Yu Tianxuan, he has his back against the Blue Lightning Overlord Sect, and no one dares to touch him.

The master said: "Mubai will use his original evil-eyed white tiger, Oscar will call it Sausage Monopoly, and as for Xiaosan, let's call it Thousand-Handed Silver Grass, how about it?"

"This one doesn't sound good, let's change it." Xiao Wu said first: "It's not cool at all, the silver grass is too bad."

"Then tell me, what should it be called?" the master asked.

Dai Mubai held his chin with his right hand, and slowly analyzed: "Little San usually looks honest, but he really wants to go crazy, he is more murderous than any of us."

"In my opinion, it's better to call him Thousand-Handed Shura. Shura means to kill devils, and it can also deter opponents to a certain extent."

The master looked at Tang San and said, "What do you mean?"

"I don't care, teacher, you can decide." Tang San said.

The master nodded with a smile.

The master has always been extremely satisfied with his disciple.

"Then call it Thousand Hands Asura, Ma Hongjun, and you will be called Evil Fire Phoenix." The master said.

Ma Hongjun chuckled: "Thank you master, this is good, how can we say we are also a phoenix."

"Well, it's Phoenix, but I think it should be called Goulan Phoenix." Oscar laughed.

Ma Hongjun got angry when he heard that: "Xiao Ao, are you trying to tear down the stage?"

Xiao Wu leaned in front of the master, deliberately put on a pitiful look.

"Master, what's my name? You should name me something nice~"

"You use soft skills, your whole body is weak and boneless, and your martial soul is a rabbit with a charm soul skill, why not call it a soft bone charm rabbit." The master smiled.

"It sounds pretty good." Xiao Wu suddenly smiled happily.

"Rongrong is called Qibao Liuli. There is nothing better than Qibao Liuli to describe you. Zhu Zhuqing's Wuhun Youming civet is the most suitable." The master said.

Finally decided, the title of the Seven Monsters.

White Tiger with Evil Eyes: Dai Mubai

Sausage Monopoly: Oscar

Thousand-Handed Asura: Tang San

Evil Fire Phoenix: Ma Hongjun

Seven Treasure Glazed Glass: Ning Rongrong

Ghost Civet: Zhu Zhuqing

After choosing the title, everyone returned to their rooms, and soon, the night passed.

The next day, night.

As night falls, Suoto's Great Soul Arena repeats the excitement of every night.

The bustling crowd began to gather here from all directions.

At this time, the time for the routine soul fighting in the Great Soul Arena is very close.

Soon, one-on-one and two-on-two peripheral soul fighting will begin.

The most exciting team battle will begin after these two soul fights are over.

At this moment, a team of ten people caught the attention of the people who were preparing to enter the Great Spirit Arena.

Because, among these ten people, seven of them wear the same mask.

Although the masks are the same, the clothes on their bodies are different, some are gorgeous and some are simple.

This group of people is the Shrek people.

And just when everyone in Shrek was about to sign up, there was a commotion in the rear!

"It's a ghost-faced Rakshasa!!"

"Let's go in quickly, these guys are killers in the arena!"

"Go, brother, it's your first time here, it's best not to mess with these people."

"Why, Soto City can't control these people?"

"Of course Suoto City can manage it. They don't have the ability to kill people in the street, but these people are playing tricks!"

"This group of people can use any means. If they want to plot against you, you will never see the sun of tomorrow!"

"Anyway, brother, you listen to me, let's go in quickly and try not to provoke them."

Seeing the rapid flow of people, Oscar quickly grabbed a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man turned his head back in horror, but was relieved the moment he saw Oscar.

"Why are you dragging me?" The middle-aged man asked slightly reproachfully.

"No, uncle, why don't I just give you a hug, and why are you so scared?" Oscar asked puzzled.

"I thought it was that group of people. You guys don't come here often, do you?" the uncle asked.

The master waved at Oscar, and approached the middle-aged man on his own initiative.

"Hello, can you tell us what's going on here?"

The middle-aged man looked at the master's gentle face, and made a gesture to them.

"This is not a place to talk, what do you want to ask, let's talk over there."

Everyone in Shrek looked at each other, and then followed the middle-aged man to a shaded place.

"Can we say it here, sir?" asked the master.

The middle-aged man glanced around, only to speak with confidence when he saw no one.

"Three months ago, a man in black who claimed to be a ghost-faced Rakshasa suddenly came to the Suotuo Great Soul Arena. There were four of them in total. At first, everyone didn't take it seriously." The middle-aged man said here, his voice a meal.

"However, when these guys really entered the soul fighting arena, they abandoned their human disguise!"

"They are simply not human! This group of people is not only powerful, but their martial spirit is even more strange. Often, the opponents they meet will be ruthlessly killed by them!"

"This is not the most important thing. After killing people, they destroy the corpses. It's simply too cruel and inhumane!" The middle-aged man still looked scared when he said it.

"Then why are they still able to come to the Soul Arena? Didn't the Soul Arena stop them?" Oscar asked puzzled.

"It's stopped, but it can't be stopped at all. Some people like to watch them torture and kill their opponents like this! Those damn rich people are always throwing money at them!" The middle-aged man said angrily.

The master frowned.

He always felt uneasy, "Can you tell me about these people's martial souls?"

The middle-aged man showed embarrassment, "In this case,"

The master took out a golden soul coin from the soul tool, and quietly put it into the middle-aged man's hand.

The middle-aged man quietly took the gold coins, nodded and said, "I can't see all of them, so I can only talk about a few of them."