"No. 48? Is there anything special about him?" Huo Yuhao asked in confusion.

He had no impression of Soul Mentor No. 48, and had never paid attention to his previous games.

"Sir, the one he used was a carving knife in his hand, and his strength was below the fifth-level soul tutor." Huang Zheng smiled evilly, "The teacher said, this is a gift he gave you."

Huo Yuhao suddenly understood what he meant.

Ming Lei Douluo specially arranged for him a player with a list-carving knife. In the subsequent battle against the soul guide, he asked him to kill the opponent and reasonably seize his list-carving knife.

"What a joke." Huo Yuhao sneered, "What kind of person do you think the ones who have the carving knives on the list are? Do you kill them just by saying that?"

"If he died in the Xishui Alliance, he really thought there would be no trouble?"

"Sir, if you go to the stage of the Xishui League to fight against the stage, you will have life and death. In Mingdu, no one dares to cause trouble for the Xishui League."

Merck also advised.

"If the Holy Son disdains to do it himself, we can also work for the post-match."

"If it's someone from Mingde Hall, don't you dare?" Huo Yuhao glanced at him slantedly.

"This..." the two of them dared not speak nonsense.

At this moment, the attendant in the room said, "Good guests, the competition is about to begin, please enter as soon as possible."

Huo Yuhao stood up and said lightly:

"I want to go and see his background."

After saying that, he went to his own arena, and not far behind him, the thin Soul Master No. 48.

When the contestants entered the venue, each two people faced each other in front of two tables.

After several rounds of competition, there is no need to emphasize the rules anymore, and each one is waiting for the host to announce the start of the competition.

Huo Yuhao looked at his opponent carefully, the No. 48 Soul Mentor.

Not only is he small, he is not very good at image. His chaotic hair looks sloppy, and only his bright eyes are staring at various rare metal materials on the table like an eagle looking at the wolf.

As the competition progresses, the various metal materials and winning rewards prepared for the contestants are getting richer, and the completed soul guides can be taken away by the contestants themselves after the competition.

The players who can reach this round have made a lot of money from the Xishui League.

But without a soul tutor, you will dislike your rare metal.

"Will such a person be the owner of the carving knife?" Huo Yuhao murmured in his heart, it was really hard to imagine.

He has the Blade of Life and the Emperor's Sword Carving Knife, and he does not need to steal other people's list carving Knife. But it is obvious that the Xishui Alliance has set his sights on the other party and may not let the fat sheep go.

Noticed Huo Yuhao's gaze, Soul Master No. 48 slowly looked up and grinned at him: "Hello brother, my name is Gao Dalou."

Huo Yuhao frowned slightly and said, "Brother Gao, this underground soul tutor competition is called by numbers. It is very dangerous for you to report your own home like you."

"Hey, what danger can there be? No matter how dangerous it is, there is no danger of being poor." Gao Dalou said without hesitation.

Huo Yuhao nodded and said, "Yes, there is only one disease in this world, that is, the disease of poverty."

This seemed to be in Gaodalou's heart. He said deeply: "Brother, you are saying this too right. If I hadn't come to participate in this underground soul tutor competition and earned some money, I would have been so poor that I could not afford to eat or drink wine."

Huo Yuhao asked, "Why is Brother Gao so embarrassed? Even a first-level soul tutor can support the family in the center of Mingdu by making soul tutors and then live in three bedrooms and two living rooms. With Brother Gao's strength, it is impossible to match the word "poverty", right?"

Gaodaou seemed to have found the object of confiding: "Hey, don't mention it."

"My family originally had some family business, but later my father died for no reason. He, a wealthy slave, put all the family savings in his storage soul guide. When he died, all the family business in my family was gone."

"I am a soul tutor, so it's not difficult to make some money, but the soul tutors made are like my son. I and Ben are reluctant to sell them. I finally earn some gold soul coins for people to work, and then I bought all the rare metals."

Huo Yuhao frowned again: "Have you not joined any academy?"

"Hey, don't mention it, I'm so old, so how can the college ask me for it?"

Huo Yuhao heard the more he became, and he asked: "Who is your master and who else is there in the family?"

"After my father died, I became a lonely man. As for master, there is no master. I teach myself alone."

After listening to Gao Dalou's answers one by one, Huo Yuhao was silent.

He didn't know whether to praise Gao Dalou for being honest or his stupid and cuteness.

Such a fat sheep is carrying a carving knife on her body. It seems a bit fantasy to not be missed by others.
Chapter completed!