Douluo: Martial Soul Sword Immortal, a hundred battles become a poem!

Chapter 35 I will give you time to catch up until you are no longer visible

"Raise, you want to raise now?"

"Yes, add another ten million and buy Team Gale to win."

"No, brother, how can anyone come to raise bets when the game is almost over?" The person in charge looked embarrassed.

Li Qiu sneered, "Don't forget what you asked me to do before. If I were..."

"Yes, yes! You can raise the bet, but ten million is too much. Can five million be OK?" The person in charge said with a grimace and a consultative tone:
"Five million is enough for you to earn tens of millions. Just let me go. We will have to cooperate in the future."

"Nine million."

"How about six million?"

"The minimum is eight million, not even a penny less." Li Qiu gave an ultimatum.

"Okay, okay! Eight million is eight million!"

"Don't look so pained. Our cooperation in the past has made you a lot of money."

"I understand this, but I want to ask, when are you going to play again?" the person in charge asked.

"Let's talk about it, I'll let you know."

"..."

After leaving the person in charge's office, Li Qiu showed a rare sincere smile on his face.

This trick of his can be regarded as a cover-up, and he can make tens of millions in vain.

If you ask him why he doesn't bring ghosts with him, he definitely can't.

Gui Mei even secretly raised the bet once, thinking that he didn't know, that old boy was very clever.

If I let the ghosts get involved now, I will make tens of millions less.

As for why Li Qiu is doing this kind of thing now, it is naturally to preserve his strength.

You don't have to use money like this at ordinary times, but in times of crisis, you must have it.

With money, he can do anything conveniently, so he can't rely entirely on Bibi Dong to give him money, right?
If Bibi Dong stopped giving it to him one day, then he would have nothing. He would not do such a stupid thing.

Thinking like this, Li Qiu was making calculations in his heart.

Wait until you find some free time to play a game and make a lot of money.

His cooperation with the person in charge does not actually allow him to fight match-fixing.

There are people out there who always like to place bets on how many moves Qinglian Swordsman's opponent will survive this time, how he will be defeated, what posture Qinglian Swordsman will leave in, etc.

The odds are ridiculously high.

Li Qiu understood whether he could survive a few moves, but how he would lose and how he would leave... Li Qiu couldn't understand the quirks of these rich people anyway.

In short, we adhere to the principle that if you have money, don't make a bastard.

There were several times when Li Qiu followed the instructions of the person in charge, defeated the opponent with designated moves, and left the field with designated postures.

After several times, the person in charge made a lot of money. Of course, Li Qiu also made a lot.

Now naturally, the person in charge was afraid that Li Qiu would expose this matter. If this incident came to light, the person in charge would be hunted down overnight.

"Xiao San, let me tell you, don't let me meet that guy, otherwise I won't be able to spare him, hiss! Damn, it really hurts to be hit with a mace."

"Me too, I have no enmity with him, why did he harm me like this... cough cough... cough cough..."

"Holy crap! You're fucking here!"

Li Qiu suddenly raised his head, and happened to look at Dai Mubai and Tang San who were about to leave.

Otherwise, the road between enemies is narrow. Tang San and the others were defeated as soon as Li Qiu finished raising his bet.

"What, you have something to do with me?" Li Qiu frowned.

"Boy, I've tolerated you for a long time. Three years. Do you know how I spent these three years?"

Dai Mubai was as angry as an old ox, rushing straight in front of Li Qiu and shouting loudly.

He also looked extremely miserable, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his mouth was crooked.

Tang San wasn't much better, he was limping, and it looked like someone had hit his leg.

"If you lose the game, what does it have to do with me?" Li Qiu asked.

Could it be that he was discovered secretly placing bets? It doesn't make sense.

"Qinglian swordsman, right? I just want to ask you, why are you doing this to me!"

Tang San was beaten, and he felt aggrieved in his heart.

"Ha." "You're still pretending, right? You dare to do it but don't admit it!"

"What did I do?"

"You're secretly plotting against us!"

"Why do you want me to face Team Gale?" Tang San asked angrily.

This man is very scheming, has evil intentions, and has a plan for death!

Li Qiu: "???"

Has Batman been lazy recently and escaped for these two people?

Li Qiu didn't bother to pay attention to the two of them and walked away.

"I'm not allowed to leave! You have to give us an explanation today!"

Seeing that the other party ignored him at all, Dai Mubai was completely angry, and his back molars were bitten into pieces.

"Damn it, now that you don't have any help around you, I wonder how you can walk out unscathed!"

In Dai Mubai's opinion, this person just relied on having a bodyguard.

Now that the bodyguard is not here, so what if he is the number one in the Soul Fighting Arena? At this age, he is only in the Soul Sect realm.

With their own and Tang San's strength, even if they couldn't defeat him, they could still bite off a piece of his flesh.

Although Team Gale defeated them just now, they were also injured, weren't they?

He, Dai Mubai, had been waiting for three years just for an opportunity, not to prove how great he was.

He wanted to tell everyone that he, Dai Mubai, would pay back the humiliation he had suffered!

"Watch the move! White Tiger Fierce Light Wave!"

"boom!"

Under the soul skill, Li Qiu was really unscathed and continued to move forward without stopping at all.

Dai Mubai's eyes widened, "Xiaosan, come and try it!"

"This person is weird, I'll try it with a hidden weapon."

Tang San waved his palm, and the Dragon Beard Needle suddenly appeared in his hand.

Good guy, I don’t know where this hatred comes from, so I use the Dragon Beard Needle!
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three consecutive shots of Dragon Beard Needles!

This time, Li Qiu finally stopped after noticing the movement behind him.

But he didn't look back, he just used his soul power to build a protective shield.

The dragon's whisker needle hit the protective shield and fell to the ground instantly.

"What! How is that possible!"

Tang San's eyes were about to burst, and his heart was filled with disbelief and panic!
This is the Dragon Beard Needle that even Zhao Wuji cannot defend against. How did this person do it?

You can't. His strength is still above that of Soul Saint, right? Totally impossible!
"who are you!"

"Oh, your power is just like a mayfly shaking a tree." Li Qiu said lightly.

"Why can you resist my Dragon Beard Needle? Why on earth?!" Tang San stared at his back.

"Mistress, he must be wearing treasures!" Dai Mubai made a quick decision.

Because there is currently no other reason other than this explanation.

The scene where Zao Wou-Ki was defeated is still vivid in his mind!

"Why? It's simple, because I am the strong one and you are the weak ones."

Li Qiu smiled disdainfully and continued walking forward.

It would be bad if he stayed outside for too long and attracted the attention of ghosts.

At that time, there will definitely be a big dispute that will be difficult to end.

Tang Haoke is still nearby.

"Damn it, don't look down on people, you bastard!" Dai Mubai's eyes were bloodshot.