Douluo: I am sister Tang San

Chapter 77

Tang Weiwei, who was taken away, also understood the cause and effect of the incident, and was full of grievances. Is it her fault for being short?

It's okay, why make the front desk so high?Haven't you considered short people like them?

Tang San patted his sister's head helplessly, comfortingly said: "You are still young, when you get older, you will grow up."

When several people read the rules and returned to the front desk again, they were still the same people who came.

The front desk obviously still remembered a few people, looked up at everyone, and asked coldly: "Gaming, life and death, or gambling?"

"Game!"

The few of them are just here to accumulate experience, not to die.

After asking at the front desk, he didn't say anything more, just took out a form for several people to fill out.

Several people quickly filled out the form. The front desk staff took the form back and put it in the drawer without looking at it. "The registration fee is ten gold soul coins per person."

Although six people came, only five people signed up for the solo game. As a food-type soul master, Oscar couldn't fight alone, so several people signed up for the team game.

After getting the iron badge, Tang Weiwei took out most of his belongings from the storage ring and put them on the desk at the front desk.

The sound of the gold soul coins colliding together caused the reception staff to look up.

"These golden soul coins, I bet on myself to win!" Tang's slightly excited face turned red.

Hahaha, make money!
Just as Tang Weiwei was fantasizing about how to spend the money, the receptionist's words poured down like a basin of ice water, drowning out all the beautiful fantasies she had just had.

"Soul masters with a soul fighting badge are not allowed to place bets and gamble in the big soul fighting field."

If there were animation special effects at this time, Tang Weiwei could be seen turning gray in an instant and shattered a little bit.

She can't place a bet, so what's the use of this iron lump!
Seeing his younger sister deflated, Tang San felt distressed and funny, and in the end he could only let her calm down for a while.

But at this time the broadcast seemed to be against her, and it happened to ring.

It was Tang Weiwei's one-on-one soul fighting match that was about to start.

Dai Mubai originally intended to come over to comfort the youngest sister, but when he saw that the low air pressure around Tang Weiwei was about to solidify, he hurriedly stepped back a few steps to make room for her.

On the soul fighting stage, a middle-aged man in a tuxedo was standing in the center at this moment, he cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Next, we will have the first one-on-one soul fighting in our Fourteen Soul Arena , there will be two soul masters who will appear on the stage, they are respectively, the auxiliary soul masters who have the seven-color flower of the martial soul?"

When it came to supporting soul masters, even the experienced host was stunned.

Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?

How about a one-on-one match for an auxiliary soul master?

Are you looking for death?
However, his good professionalism still allowed him to continue reading with a smile on his face.

"Auxiliary soul master Tang Weiwei has won two games in a row against Luo Liang, a battle soul master with a weapon spirit. Is Luo Liang soul master able to continue his glory and win three consecutive victories, or is it the auxiliary soul master Tang who has just arrived? Slightly won, let us wait and see. Next, invite two soul masters to play."

The audience in the stands sighed after listening to the host's introduction!

How can this be compared?Isn't that the obvious ending?
Even if it is a soul master in the auxiliary system, it is also an auxiliary!

I really don't know if it's a real fool or an arrogant man who dares to challenge Zhan Hun Zun?

Damn it!Waste of money!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the audience in the stands became restless.

"Kill the auxiliary soul master! Kill him!"

The audience shouted indignantly.

The host was not surprised to see such a scene, but said cheerfully: "This is a game of war, not a fight of life and death."

　Four more la la la la ()*.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)