Douluo Has Eight Strange Skills

"Okay, okay!" The service lady who was in charge of placing bets had never seen such a handsome young man to place bets.In Hanhai City, generally only the slovenly older vagrants and the nobles who occasionally pass by will come to place bets, because this area is not as rich as the inland area, and people of Mo Lin's age are usually still working from dawn to dusk to make money , I dare not spend money on such a high-risk thing, not to mention that Mo Lin still has the appearance and temperament that crush the audience.

After Mo Lin finished betting, I don’t know if it’s because he’s jealous of his looks or because he really thinks Mo Lin is inexperienced, just like Mo Lin, some old gamblers started to use the not too big and not too small, even if Mo Lin is ordinary. The voice that people can just hear begins to speak.

"Look, that kid actually bet on Lu Renjia and Shi Bingyi. You can tell he's a newcomer at a glance."

"That is, both Lu Renjia and Shi Bingyi are only forty-one soul sects. Their opponents are one forty-eight and one forty-nine. How could they win?"

"That's right, betting on these two people to win is simply a brain problem. It is a wise move to press against us."

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Mo Lin looked at the odds of the other two games he had bet on. When he turned his head and left, he looked at the clothes of these old gamblers with a look of disdain.

'Although I knew the final result through Fenghou Qimen, I couldn't even see this obvious trap. No wonder you are just some sloppy gamblers up to now. I guess you all put your final money in It's in this game. '

The old gamblers had been talking about Mo Lin, so they naturally noticed Mo Lin's expression when he looked at them, because Mo Lin's clothes were very monotonous, black and white, and the fabric was very good, but you couldn't tell if you didn't look closely. There are no decorations, and it looks like a "middle class" at best,

Those gamblers were naturally very upset, but after looking at the patrolling security guards, they were persuaded to go back.

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"Xiao Lin, are you sure you're betting right?" Qian Renxue looked at the two people standing on the soul fighting arena, her words were full of doubts.

Mo Lin, who got the ending directly, was naturally not worried at all. He lay comfortably on the sofa and took two sips of his drink:

"Xiaoxue, you don't have to worry about that. No matter how unfavorable the situation looks, Lu Renjia will definitely win in the end."

At present, the situation on the field is just like what Mo Lin said, Lu Renjia is completely suppressed, no matter how you look at it, he will lose, but after more than [-] minutes of fighting, the scene gradually appeared something wrong, the opponent seemed to be physically weak. It was as if he was out of support, the rhythm was getting slower and slower, and in the end Lu Renjia caught the opening and killed him.

The process and ending of Mo Lin's betting soul fight was similar to that of Lu Renjia's. Shi Bingyi also caught the opponent's weakness and killed him after more than [-] minutes of fighting, because the two soul fights There were three soul fights in between, so the people at the scene, except Mo Lin and Qian Renxue who paid special attention, didn't find anything wrong.

At noon, all the games in the morning were over, and the [-] gold soul coins were credited to Mo Lin's card. Of course, Mo Lin was not satisfied with this, and directly invested the money in the two games in the afternoon , a one-on-one game, a two-on-two game, the result was the same as the information Mo Lin got in the inner scene, all won,

And with the increase of the principal, in the end, within one day, Mo Lin directly turned [-] gold soul coins into [-] gold soul coins by relying on Fenghou Qimen's cheating device.

Qian Renxue watched the staff of the Soul Arena counting the bags of Golden Soul Coins, turning them into numbers and depositing them into Mo Lin's Golden Soul Coin Card, then nudged Mo Lin with her elbow, and said via voice transmission:

"Xiao Lin, how did you do it? Guessing correctly four times in a row, this can no longer be explained by good luck? Also, did you do something when you first came here?"

Mo Lin smiled mysteriously. It is better to hide things like predicting the future a little bit. The principle of Fenghou Qimen cannot be explained at all, and it is too troublesome to explain it.Thanks to the taunts from those gamblers, Mo Lin had a look at the odds of these four games. With a thorough understanding, he also explained with the voice transmission:

"I didn't do anything, I just used the eighth soul skill to collect information, and then integrated and reasoned."

"Integration? Reasoning? What did you deduce?" Qian Renxue is not a naive little girl who would think that gambling is just a matter of pure luck. After pretending to be a prince for so many years, the basic routines of scholars, farmers, businessmen, etc. I still understand it quite well.

Mo Lin took out the booklet and handed it to Qian Renxue:

"Look carefully at the odds of both sides in these four soul fights, and then compare them with other soul fights in similar situations."

Qian Renxue took it over and took a look, and immediately found something wrong:

"It's also 1 to 15. Although the odds of 1 are the same, but the odds of 12, you bet [-] to [-], and the other games are at most [-] to [-]. , it seems that this is a trap."

"It is indeed a trap, and the owner who set the trap seems to have found us," Mo Lin turned around, and said to the man in front of him who looked like a manager: "What's the matter, sir?"

This person is indeed the manager of the Great Soul Arena in Hanhai City, and the person in charge of the Great Soul Arena asked him to come over and invite Mo Lin to have a talk:

"Sir, the person in charge of the Great Soul Arena in Hanhai City would like to have a talk with you, and I hope you will give me a favor."

Mo Lin looked back at the remaining money bag and the gold soul coins in the card currently recorded by the staff:

"Of course I'm going to meet your person in charge. After all, the money you've given me so far is not enough for [-] yuan."

As soon as this remark came out, all the staff of the Great Spirit Arena present stopped their work as if time had stood still, and some of those with poor mental quality directly shed a lot of cold sweat and dripped directly to the ground.

Merlin smiled and asked:

"Manager, why don't you take us there?"

The manager swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The other party saw through his own purpose but still chose to meet the person in charge. Obviously, he was not afraid at all and had no fear at all. Moreover, Mo Lin seemed to be smiling, but he had already slightly released the hell domain of the second Wuhun Feigong Just a little bit, just a little bit, the manager has already smelled the smell of death.

"Sir, please follow me." The manager tried his best not to tremble, and made a gesture of please.

Mo Lin took Qian Renxue's hand:

"Then lead the way! Don't make your person in charge wait in a hurry."

Ka Xu, the person in charge of the Great Soul Arena in Hanhai City, was pacing crazily, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

"Kasu, why did you call me here so late? You asked me to bring some people over." A person walked in, judging from his clothes, he was from Wuhundian.

Seeing the person coming, Kashu took a deep breath and said quickly:

"Tan Qian, you are finally here. How is the strength of the people you brought this time?"

"They're all soul kings, first tell me why you came here? I, a platinum bishop, went out in the middle of the night and brought someone with him. Don't you know that something happened outside the city today? We have a lot of things to do in the Spirit Hall. "This person's name is Tan Qian, and he is the Platinum Bishop of the branch hall of the Wuhun Temple in Hanhai City. He has always had a cooperative relationship with the Great Soul Arena in Hanhai City. Losing to a low-level soul master, like today's match, all four matches were arranged by Tan Qian.

Kashu wiped his sweat from pacing constantly:

"Tan Qian, didn't you arrange four games to be played by your Spirit Hall Spirit Master today? Something went wrong in these four games! A young man successfully bet on the result we expected and directly won [-] gold Soul coin, you said how could I have thought that someone would really bet on these four games, not only did not have enough liquidity, but if I gave them all, my big soul fighting field would be bleeding a lot! Don’t say that your share is gone, I There is still a lot of money to be spent!"

"All four games are right? How is this possible! Could it be that someone leaked this matter?" Tan Qian's small treasury relies entirely on cooperation with the Big Soul Arena. broken.

"Just don't think about who leaked it." Kashu wiped his sweat again: "I have asked someone to invite that person over, and I will talk to him. If we can't reach an agreement by then, then we can only Let you do it."

"Of course, cutting off people's wealth is equivalent to killing their parents. Since you are young, your strength is not much higher. With me, the soul emperor, we can definitely make a move. If you feel that you can't reach an agreement, Toss the cup as a sign,"

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