Douluo Soul Emperor

The car is chaotic, the horse is Xiaoxiao.

When Liu Ding rode Meihua's wildebeest to the Wuhou Arena, he saw a group of people from Murong Clan's castle waiting at the door, while Murong Chou was walking around with a manic and restless look on his face.

"Master Liu, I never thought you would dare to come here to die." As soon as Liu Ding got out of the car, Murong Chou rushed up and said ferociously.

"Since someone is impatient with life, I have to do something good." Liu Ding counterattacked calmly.

"Haha, you are indeed an autistic freak who dares not see the world. How dare you say such arrogant words that could kill me. Even three days ago, your chance of winning was only [-] to [-]%. Today, I have completely become a spiritual bird. Cloudbreaking Claw, you don’t stand a chance.”

Murong Chou laughed wildly, and at the end, he added: "I'll let you see my Soul Bird Poyun Claw in a moment. It's a Yao-level top-notch martial skill that I spent 130 million gold coins to capture. Today is the first time I'll operate on you. Kill me." It's better to use a bull's knife than a chicken."

"Wow, 130 million, that's a lot of money. I just don't know who will repay Lao Qiu's debt after you die." Liu Ding turned to Murong Qiuna who was aside and said, "Murong Lao Qiu, if I were you, I would get off quickly. Bet and I will win, otherwise your 130 million will be wasted."

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Murong Qiuna could do nothing. This weirdo, Master Liu, even dominated his own grandfather. Adding an old character to his name and not calling him by his name was already being polite, but he was still angry, and said :

"Master Liu, if you didn't remind me, I almost forgot. I'll quickly place a bet and get my money back."

Murong Chou's face was extremely ugly: "Uncle Qiu"

Murong Qiuna patted his shoulder and said: "Don't worry, I'll buy you to win. You'll cheer me up later. It's best to play with this impolite freak and then destroy him, so that I'm satisfied. You don’t need to pay back this 130 million.”

Murong Chou was overjoyed and said: "Thank you, Uncle Qiu, and Uncle Qiu, can you lend me some money and I can also place a bet? I've been very poor recently."

"Go away, it's better to lend you a bet than to bet all my money on my own. Do you know what your odds are? Two to one. I can only get 100 by betting you 50 million. I won't be able to save much money without making a big bet."

"Oh" Meihua next to her became interested, "What are the odds for Master Liu?"

"He haha, since few people dare to speculate on the unpopular, the odds have increased to [-] to [-]." Murong Chou said proudly.

"You're so pitiful." Meihua looked at Liu Ding with a playful look on her face, slapped her in the mouth, and whispered in Liu Ding's ear: "To show my moral support, I'll give you a gold coin."

"Go away!" The corner of his mouth twitched, and Liu Ding was angry.

Finally, Master Liu, who always had a twitchy expression on his face, felt unhappy, and Meihua covered her mouth and smiled.

"Okay, you guys hurry up and register your bets. I'm in a hurry to place my bets." Murong Qiuna also laughed.

As soon as the certificate of life and death was signed, the Wuhou Arena was heavily advertised. The entire Wuhou Arena immediately became a betting climax. Murong Chou, who had bid for the Poyun Claw a few days ago, became a hot favorite.

Liu Ding didn't care, and he and Meihua entered the cabinet of Wuhou Arena. There was a sea of ​​people inside, and the atmosphere was boiling and burning.

Wuhou Arena is a huge annular square, divided into eighteen arenas. Each arena has a small annular stand, and each stand can accommodate hundreds of spectators.

Since the eighteen arenas were all fiercely contested, the decisive battle between Liu Ding and Murong Chou was arranged in the third arena, and they had to wait for the ongoing event to end.

Murong Qiuna and others could not wait to go to the betting table and place heavy bets. Seeing Liu Ding coming over, they sarcastically said: "Master Liu, I advise you to bet all your wealth."

If you lose, even if you are disabled, you can still take care of yourself in old age. "

"Hahaha" Murong Chou and other Murong clan fort disciples, there could be seven or eight of them, all laughed happily.

"Let's go and place your bets." Too lazy to pay attention to these crazy dogs, Liu Ding called Meihua and walked to the betting table together.

"Are you really planning to bet on yourself?" Meihua's mind has not turned around yet.

The corner of Liu Ding's mouth twitched, but before Liu Ding could speak, the Wuhou Arena staff at the betting desk hurriedly explained: "In order to avoid match-fixing, the parties involved cannot force themselves to lose."

"Hahaha" was another burst of gloating laughter. A group of disciples from Murong Clan Fort were overjoyed to see Liu Ding's joke.

"There's no point in buying yourself a loser. The coffin isn't worth much." Murong Chou even smiled crookedly.

"Clap"

Throwing the unnamed gold card he got from Shangguan's auction and a Qiankun bag he sorted out, Liu Ding said calmly: "There are 60 in the gold card, and the value in the Qiankun bag is at least 300 million. I win if you go all-in."

Although he will get a bonus if he wins, Liu Ding also hopes to save a little more. The "decisive battle" is a piece of cake.

Just after registering, Liu Ding didn't turn around. With a bang, another Qiankun bag was thrown from the betting table. A capable female voice said: "The Qiankun bag is worth 100 million, which is better than Murong Liuying."

Looking back, Liu Ding was stunned for a moment. It was actually Ximen Yaoji. She was indeed a confidante. He smiled and said: "Hi, Miss Ximen Yaoji, thank you for your support."

"You're welcome. Anyway, I picked up the Qiankun Bag for nothing." Ximen Yaoji looked indifferent.

When Murong Chou heard this, he immediately understood that this Universe Bag belonged to him. This Ximen Yaoji had not even handed over his Universe Bag to the Ximen Family. He became anxious and said, "Miss Ximen Yaoji, you are not a human being." Why don’t you give the money back to me? If Mr. Liu, the weirdo, can win, I’ll pay you ten for every one.”

"No need, I don't want to go to the underworld to collect debts." Ximen Yaoji said with a cold face.

"You" Murong Chou was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Since Miss Yao Ji is betting that Master Liu will win, I will follow suit and beat Murong Liu to win with 120 million." Meihua suddenly changed her attitude and threw a gold card to the betting table.

"Good sister-in-law, you still love me." Liu Ding immediately smiled and made a 180-degree turn towards Meihua.

"Hmph" Ximen Yaoji Qiao's nose twitched and she threw a gold card over and said, "I'll bet another 50."

Ximen Yaoji bets another 50 yuan, which adds up to 150 million yuan. The meaning is very clear: 120 million yuan is required to bet on Meihua.

Meihua raised her eyebrows and said, "I'll increase it to 180 million."

Ximen Yaoji's beautiful eyes did not blink and she said: "Add it to two million."

Over a cup of tea, the two women were so jealous and jealous that their bets on Liu Ding soared to more than 300 million yuan.

A lot of melon-eating people had gathered around, and they all said they didn't know the truth: "What's going on? Is the legendary Master Liu a dark horse?"

"I think it's very possible that Ximen Yaoji is the most powerful business woman in Galle City."

"I have decided to go with the banker and press 30."

"I'll give you 50"

The melon-eating crowd turned into idiots and followed suit, and the people in Murong Clan Fort all had expressions as pale as the bottom of a pot.