Douluo mainland: I am Qian Renxue's daughter

Chapter 395 Tang Mo's Soul Fighting Competition

When the soul master of Iron Armored Rhino Wuhun died on the soul fighting arena, half of the members of the aristocratic family cursed in an instant, their eyes full of disdain for the soul master who died below.

And now the winner standing on the soul fighting arena is naturally the Nether Wolf King, the soul master, brazenly showing off his strength and victory to the members of the aristocratic families in the audience stands.

It didn't take long for a female host to step onto the soul fighting arena. As for the soul master who spilled a lot of blood on the soul fighting arena just now, the other staff had already dragged him down, and wiped off the blood by the way.

"Guests have watched a life-and-death match, and I'm afraid I'm tired of watching it. Next, please enjoy a sideshow match, a one-on-one soul fighting match! Now, I, Zi Gui, will introduce the following Yuxing Soul Fighting match solemnly. I invite the Arrow and Poison Bumblebee contestant who has won sixteen games in a row, Wuhun Arrow and Poison Bumblebee, a level 49 soul sect. The newcomer contestant, Wuhun double-faced spider, a level 49 soul sect!" The male guests in the stands blew kisses or eyebrows, and finally left the arena of the fighting arena.

As soon as Zi Gui finished speaking, all the guests in the spectator stands of the Soul Fighting Arena became excited again in an instant. Some guests even started to place bets, planning to bet on the Arrow Poison Mad Bee to win.

However, there were also female guests who saw that Tang Mo was not bad, handsome, and a little nympho, so they bet a little money on him. Although they didn't look at his strength, they could be optimistic about his face.

If Tang Mo knew that the female guests in the audience stands would bet on him because of his handsome face, he would probably be dumbfounded. He never thought that he could only rely on his appearance to get the guests to bet on him.

Knowing that this soul fighting match was his own, Tang Mo quickly stood up without any hesitation, but he caught sight of many guests in the audience stands, some of them sneaked out of their seats, some of them waved to the staff around them, and finally whispered a few words in their ears. After the staff got the order, they took a big bag of money and left their original positions.

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

The staff in overalls followed the direction Tang Mo pointed, and spoke out without any concealment. After all, this is common sense in the Great Spirit Arena. It is a very honorable thing to be dispatched by guests from aristocratic families. Many staff are very happy to take this kind of work because they are given a lot of tips.

"Oh, isn't this the next soul fighting match? The people who are sent out are all taking the betting funds of the guests to bet on who will win this spirit fighting match. The odds for the newcomer and the old man's soul fighting match are very high, [-] to [-]. Looking at the posture, I am afraid that many guests will bet on the old man." The staff just said a few words casually, and this is not a big secret.

But Tang Mo continued to ask, "Are those guests so disapproving of the newcomer?"

The staff looked at Tang Mo as if they were looking at an idiot, but quickly withdrew their original eyes and returned to the original waiter look. After a moment of contemplation, they considered it very carefully, and did not dare to discuss the guest's affairs in vain. They replied weakly: "This, that, maybe it is the customer's preference and judgment. After all, the strength of the poisonous arrow bee is obvious to all. The strength of the newcomer is still unknown, so it is understandable not to be optimistic."

Tang Mo understood what was going on, but he rubbed his chin and thought about it, since the Great Spirit Arena is betting on him, should he do something.

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

Moreover, he is not from the Dugu mansion, he is just a guest who lives there temporarily. How can the host care about whether the guest has money in his pocket, and he will not pay the guest any salary. It is good enough to give him food and shelter.

So to be honest, Tang Mo really didn't have much money in his wallet. In the past few years, except for some pocket money from Aunt Hu and senior Helian, she didn't seem to have made much money.

Now that everyone has come, how can they return empty-handed, and how can they win a little money.

"Then, as a contestant, can I make a bet?" Tang Mo quickly asked the front staff.

When the staff heard Tang Mo's words, they were stunned for a moment, but they quickly reacted, nodded heavily, and replied, "Yes, as the betting partner, you can bet on yourself."

Hearing the answer, Tang Mo didn't say anything, took out the only money he had, handed it to the staff in front of him, and said, "Can you help me, put all the gold soul coins in this bag on me."

After receiving the money bag, the staff was still a little surprised, and asked a bit worriedly, "Do you really want to deposit all of it? Mister, don't you think it over carefully?"

Isn't it too risky to bet all on yourself? When the time comes to lose the soul fighting competition, the bag of money will be gone.

The staff weighed the money bag in his hand, it was very light, probably there were only a few gold soul coins, or silver soul coins, and the worst were copper soul coins.

But looking at the money bag in his hand, the gray color has been patched a lot, and the most money in it is probably copper soul coins, or one or two silver soul coins.As for the gold soul coins, he couldn't believe that the purse, which looked very poor at first glance, was actually filled with gold soul coins.

But it belonged to the gentleman in front of him, and he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only stare at Tang Mo.

Tang Mo nodded without any nonsense, "It's all on me."

After finishing speaking, Tang Mo waved his hand and entered the Soul Fighting Tunnel, ready to climb onto the ring of the Soul Fighting Arena.

"Okay, sir, I see." After getting Tang Mo's answer, the staff took the money bag and turned to go to the casino, ready to bet on this soul fighting match!
On the fighting spirit arena.

Wearing a dark red mask, Tang Mo slowly stepped onto the arena, and the soul master standing opposite him was the one who was going to confront him.

It was a short man with a pair of wasp-like wings growing behind him, and he was holding a jar of bees, dipped it with a finger, put it in his mouth, and tasted it carefully.

Tang Mo looked at the poisonous arrow bee facing him, and it really lived up to his name. He actually had five or six poisonous bee tail stingers growing on his butt, making him look like a large poisonous bee.

The other party also saw Tang Mo wearing a mask, and couldn't help but sneered, his eyes were full of contempt, it's so contemptuous for a newcomer to dare to challenge himself, the soul sect who has won sixteen games in a row!

"Hey, kid, I advise you to obediently admit defeat, otherwise Ma Ye's poisonous stinger doesn't have eyes, and if it accidentally poisons you, it will destroy your face for eating." Ma Feng glanced at Tang Mo with contemptuous eyes, and looked him up and down.

Tang Mo said with a cold face, "If that's the case, then I really have to wait and see whether your poison broke my face, or the sword in my hand cut off your poisonous thorn?"

As he said that, Tang Mo's double-faced spider spirit emerged, and at the same time, the palm of his left hand was instantly surrounded by a dark purple light, and then the dark purple light elongated, like a beam of light, and like a lightsaber.

Not long after, the dark purple light disappeared, and a dark purple sword suddenly appeared in Tang Mo's left hand. The sword god was densely carved with spider-like patterns, and even the sword pillar was also in the shape of a spider. It seemed that the whole sword was not grabbing the sword, but the spider leg of a big spider.

Seeing Tang Mo's actions, Ma Feng instantly threw away the bee pot in his hand, wiped his mouth, and said angrily, "Arrogance, let me take a good look at how powerful you are, you little boy!"

Ma Feng possessed his body in an instant, and the wings placed behind him seemed to be full of fuel. They moved instantly, flapped the wings quickly, and flew up quickly. He turned his butt so that the poisonous thorn behind his butt was aimed at Tang Mo.

"The first soul skill, Stinger Shot, activate!"

The poisonous stinger on the back of the butt shot out like a bullet in an instant, all shooting towards Tang Mo's direction.

Seeing the poisonous thorns flying all over the sky, Tang Mo calmly held his face in his hands, raised his eyebrows, and sneered, with only this little poisonous thorns, how could he still want to get her?
"Did you forget why I'm called a double-faced spider? Don't you know that my spider is also a highly poisonous spirit?" Tang Mo sneered, without any defensive power, and didn't release his own spirit skills. He just released his own spirit lightly, holding the sword in his hand, which was her best weapon!

With a sword in hand, he quickly rushed into the poisonous thorns all over the sky, swung the sword quickly, and even shook those poisonous thorns away!
"Hehehe, is that all you can do?"

(End of this chapter)