Douluo Dalu: I am Qian Renxue’s daughter

Chapter 395 Tang Mo’s Soul Fighting Competition

Author: Sha Jiaoyan

Chapter 395 Tang Mo’s Soul Fighting Competition

When the soul master with the Iron-armored Rhino Spirit died in the soul fighting arena, half of the noble family members cursed in an instant, their eyes full of disgust for the soul master who died in the east.

And the winner who is standing in the spirit fighting arena is naturally the spirit master named Youlanglang King. He brazenly shows off his strength and victory to the aristocratic members of the aristocratic family who are watching in the audience.

How long had it been since then that a female host was walking in the spirit fighting arena? As for the spirit master who had just spilled blood in the spirit fighting arena, he had already been dragged away by other staff members and wiped away the blood.

"Dear guests, I'm afraid you're tired after watching a life-and-death match, so Jie Dong, please enjoy a sideshow, a one-off-one soul fighting competition! Now, Zigui will grandly introduce Yidong,

The recreational spirit fighting competition from the east. We invite contestants who have won 16 games in a row, Wuhun Curate.

Crazy Bee, Level 49 Soul Sect. Mistakenly compete with the new contestants, Martial Soul Double-Faced Spider, Level 49 Soul Sect!" Zigui loudly announced the two participants of the sideshow competition with great enthusiasm, and then went to

The male guests in the audience blew kisses or raised eyebrows, and finally left the arena of the fighting spirit arena.

As soon as Zigui finished speaking, the entire audience in the Soul Fighting Arena and the guests in the stands became excited again. Some guests had even started betting on the East Bet, preparing to bet on the Curate Bee.

There were also female customers in Bu Nao who saw that Tang Mo was very good-looking, handsome and a bit of a nymphomaniac, so they bet some money on him. Although they didn't care about his strength, they were optimistic about his face.

If Tang Mo knew that the female guests in the audience would bet on him because of his handsome face, he would probably laugh or cry. He never expected that he would rely on his appearance to win the bets from the guests.

Bet on yourself.

Knowing that the soul fighting match was his own, Tang Mo stood up quickly without any hesitation, but he glanced at the many guests in the audience. Some guests sneaked out of their seats, while others waved their legs to greet the people around them.

The staff initially whispered a few words in their ears. After receiving the order, the staff took a large bag of money and left the original location.

"What do those staff do?" Tang Mo asked curiously the staff who were leading him into the Soul Fighting Tunnel.

The staff in work clothes followed the direction pointed by Tang Mo and said it without any hesitation. After all, is this common sense in the Great Soul Fighting Arena? Can the guests of the noble family take notice and send them to do something? Is it a very special thing?

It's a very honorable thing. Many staff are very happy to take that kind of job because the tips are generous.

"Oh, isn't it that a soul-fighting match has already begun? Those who were sent out are taking the guests' gambling money and preparing to bet on who will win the soul-fighting match. The battle between the new and the old.

The odds of a soul match are very high, six to three. Looking at the situation, I am afraid that many customers will bet their money on the old man." The staff just said a few words casually, and it was not a big secret.

Tang Mo then asked, "Are those guests so unfavorable to the newcomers?"

Upon hearing this, the staff member glanced at Tang Mo as if he were looking at a celebrity. He quickly retracted his original look and returned to his original appearance as a waiter. He pondered for a moment, considered it very carefully, and did not dare to discuss the guest's affairs.

He replied weakly: "That, that, maybe it's the guest's preference and judgment. After all, the strength of the Curare Crazy Bee is obvious to all. It's unknown what the newcomer's strength is, so it's understandable that he's not optimistic about it."

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Tang Mo came over and wondered what was going on. Then he touched Dongba and began to think. Since the Great Spirit Arena was betting on him, should he do something?

For example, his wallet is not rich. As early as when he went to the night market with Feng Xiao, he had already squeezed out a lot of gold soul coins.

Moreover, he is not a person from Dugu Mansion, he is just a guest who is temporarily staying there. How can the host care about whether the guest has money in his pocket, nor does he pay the guest any salary, food or shelter?

, which is already pretty good.

So to be honest, Tang Mo really didn't have much money in her wallet. In those years, except for some pocket money given by Aunt Hu and Senior Helian, she didn't seem to make much money.

Since you have come here, how can you come back empty-legged and how can you win some money?

"So, as a contestant, can he also place a bet?" Tang Mo quickly asked the staff member walking at the front.

When the staff heard what Tang Mo said, they were stunned for a moment. Bu Nao quickly reacted, nodded heavily, and replied: "Yes, as the wrong side of the bet, can you bet on yourself?"

After hearing the answer, Tang Mo said nothing, took out the only money he had, handed it to the Wei Dai worker in front of him, and said, "Can you help Yidong and deposit all the gold soul coins in that bag?"

He is here."

After taking the money bag, the staff was a little surprised and asked Yidong worriedly, "Are you really asking for all the money to be pledged? Sir, don't you think about Yidong carefully?"

It's too risky to bet everything on yourself. If you lose the soul fighting competition, the bag of money will be gone.

The staff member weighed the money bag in Yidong's lap. It was very light. There might be a few gold soul coins, silver soul coins, or even copper soul coins in it.

Bu Nao looked at the money bag in his leg. It was gray in color and had a lot of patches. I'm afraid it contained the most money, including copper soul coins, or one or two silver soul coins. As for gold,

Soul coins, he couldn't believe that the money bag that looked very poor at first glance actually contained gold soul coins.

But he didn't dare to say anything about the gentleman in front of him, so he just stared at Tang Mo.

Tang Mo didn't say anything nonsense and nodded, "I'll keep him safe."

After saying that, Tang Mo waved his legs and entered the Soul Fighting Tunnel, preparing to board the arena of the Soul Fighting Arena.

"Okay, sir, he got it." After the staff got Tang Mo's answer, he took the money bag and turned to the casino to prepare the bet for the soul fighting competition!

The fighting spirit arena is here.

Tang Mo wore a dark red mask and slowly entered the spirit fighting arena, and the spirit master standing in front of him was the one who wanted to fight with him.

A short man with wasp-like wings behind his back held the liquid bee in his arms, dipped one of his legs and fingers into it, then held it in his mouth and tasted it carefully.

Tang Mo looked at the poisonous wasp in front of him, and saw that it lived up to its name. It actually had five or six poisonous wasp tail stings growing on its butt. The whole person looked like a large poisonous bee.

The other party also saw Tang Mo wearing a mask, and couldn't help but sneer. His eyes were full of disdain. A newcomer dared to challenge his own Soul Sect, which had won sixteen games in a row. He was really looking down on someone!

"Hey, boy, he advised me not to admit defeat obediently, otherwise Mr. Ma's stinger doesn't have eyes, and if he accidentally poisons me, it will destroy my eating face." Ma Feng's little eyes were contemptuous.

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Tang Mo was looking at Yidong at Dongdong, and he couldn't help but sneer in his heart. At first glance, he thought that a little red-faced person who didn't know the heights of the world dared to come to the Great Soul Fighting Arena to show off. Did he really not know how cruel the Great Soul Fighting Arena was?

ah!

Tang Mo, however, had a cold face and said calmly: "In that case, will he really wait and see if my poison breaks his face, or if the sword in his leg cuts off my stinger?"

As he spoke, Tang Mo's double-faced spider martial spirit emerged. At the same time, the palm of his left leg and leg was instantly enveloped by the dark purple light of Ye Cang, and then the dark purple light stretched out, like a beam of light.

, and like a lightsaber.

After a while, the dark purple light disappeared, and a dark purple sword suddenly appeared on Tang Mu's leg. The sword god was densely carved with spider-like patterns, and even the sword pillar also had the shape of a spider. The whole sword looked like it was scratching.

What lives is not a sword, but a spider's legs.

Seeing Tang Mo's actions, Ma Feng immediately threw away the bee jar in his leg, wiped his mouth, and said angrily: "Arrogant, let him take a good look at how powerful my little red face is!

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Ma Feng was instantly possessed by his martial spirit. The wings arranged on the spot behind him started to move as if they were full of oil. He flapped his wings quickly and flew up quickly. He twisted his buttocks to let out the poison behind his buttocks.

The stabbing was aimed at Tang Mo by mistake.

"The first soul skill, poisonous stinger shooting, activate!"

The stings on the back of his butt instantly shot out like bullets, all of them shooting in the direction of Tang Mo.

Looking at the poisonous stings flying all over the sky, Tang Mo held his face with his unhurried legs, raised his eyebrows, and sneered. With just those stings, did he really want to rob her?

"Have I forgotten why he is called Double-Faced Spider? Don't you know that his spider also has a poisonous martial spirit?" Tang Mo sneered. He had no defense and did not release his soul skills.

She just released her martial spirit lightly, holding the sword in her legs, and that sword was her best weapon!

Holding the sword in his legs, he quickly rushed into the poisonous stings all over the sky. He swung the sword quickly and even shook off those stings!

"Hehehe, am I that patient?"

(End of chapter)