Douluo Dalu: I am Qian Renxue’s daughter

When the soul master with the Iron-armored Rhino Spirit died in the spirit fighting arena, half of the noble family members cursed in an instant, their eyes full of disgust for the soul master who died below.

The winner now standing in the spirit fighting arena is naturally the spirit master Netherworld Wolf King, brazenly showing off his strength and victory to the noble members of the aristocratic families in the audience.

Not long after, a female host walked onto the Soul Fighting Arena. As for the Soul Master who had just spilled blood on the Soul Fighting Arena, other staff members had already dragged him down and wiped the blood clean.

"Dear guests, I'm afraid you're tired after watching a life-and-death match. Then please enjoy a sideshow, a one-on-one soul fighting match! Now I, Zigui, will introduce it solemnly. The entertainment spirit fighting competition. Invite contestants who have won sixteen games in a row, Poison Curate Bee, Martial Spirit Poison Crazy Bee, Level 49 Soul Sect. Fight against newcomers, Martial Spirit Double-Faced Spider, Level 49 Soul Sect!" Zigui loudly and enthusiastically announced the two participants of this sideshow competition, then blew a few kisses or winked at the male guests in the audience, and finally left the arena of the Soul Fighting Arena.

As soon as Zigui finished speaking, all the guests in the stands of the entire Soul Fighting Arena became excited again. Some guests had even begun to place bets, preparing to bet on the Curate Bee to win.

However, there were also female customers who saw that Tang Mo was good-looking, handsome, and a bit of a nymphomaniac, so they bet some money on him. Although they didn't care about his strength, they liked his face.

If Tang Mo knew that the female guests in the audience would bet on him because of his handsome face, he would probably laugh or cry. He never expected that he could only rely on his appearance to win the bets from the guests. Bet on yourself.

Knowing that this soul fighting match was his own, Tang Mo stood up quickly without any hesitation, but he glanced at the many guests in the audience stands. Some guests sneaked out of their seats, while others waved to the staff around them. , and finally whispered a few words in the ear. After receiving the order, the staff took a large bag of money and left the original location.

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

The staff in work clothes followed the direction pointed by Tang Mo and spoke without any concealment. After all, this is common sense in the Great Soul Fighting Arena. Being able to be favored by guests of aristocratic families and dispatched to do things is a very, very important thing. It's a matter of honor, and many staff members are very happy to take this kind of job because the tips are generous.

"Oh, isn't this the next soul-fighting match that has already started? Those people who were sent out are taking the guests' gambling money and preparing to bet on who will win in this soul-fighting match. The soul-fighting between the new and the old. The odds of the match are very high, six to three. Looking at the situation, I am afraid that many customers will bet their money on the old man." The staff just said a few words casually, and this is not a big secret.

Tang Mo then asked, "Are those guests so unfavorable to the newcomers?"

The staff member looked at Tang Mo as if he was an idiot. However, he quickly retracted his original look and returned to his original appearance as a waiter. He pondered for a moment, considered it very carefully, and did not dare to discuss the guest's affairs in vain. replied: "This, that, may be the preference and judgment of the guests. After all, the strength of the Curate Bee is obvious to all. It is still unknown how strong the newcomer is, so it is understandable to be not optimistic."

Tang Mo then understood what was going on, but he touched his chin and began to think, since the Great Soul Fighting Arena was betting on him, should he do something?

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

Moreover, he is not from 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, nor does he pay the guest any salary, food or accommodation? That’s pretty good.

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

Now that you have come, how can you come back empty-handed and how can you win some money?

"So, as a participant, can I also place a bet?" Tang Mo quickly asked the staff walking at the front.

The staff member was stunned for a moment when he heard Tang Mo's words, but he quickly came to his senses, nodded heavily, and replied: "Yes, as the other party, you can place a bet on yourself."

After hearing the answer, Tang Mo said nothing, took out the only money he had, handed it to the staff member in front of him, and said, "Can you help me, put all the gold soul coins in this bag on me. "

After taking the money bag, the staff member was still a little surprised and asked worriedly, "Do you really want to keep it all? Sir, don't you think about it carefully?"

Isn't it too risky to bet all on yourself? If you lose the soul fighting competition, then this bag of money will be gone.

The staff member weighed the money bag in his hand. It was very light. I'm afraid there were only a few gold soul coins, silver soul coins, or copper soul coins at the worst.

But looking at the money bag in my hand, it was gray in color and had a lot of patches. I am afraid that the most money in it was only copper soul coins, or one or two silver soul coins. As for the gold soul coins, he couldn't believe that a purse that looked very poor at first glance actually contained gold soul coins.

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

Tang Mo nodded without any nonsense, "Put it all on me."

After saying that, Tang Mo waved his hand and entered the Soul Fighting Tunnel, preparing to board the arena of the Soul Fighting Arena.

"Okay, sir, I understand." After the staff got Tang Mo's answer, they took the money bag and turned to the casino, ready to place a bet on this soul fighting competition!

In the soul fighting arena.

Tang Mo wore a dark red mask and slowly stepped onto the spirit fighting arena. The spirit master standing opposite him was the one who wanted to duel with him.

It was a short man with a pair of wasp-like wings behind his back. He was also holding a jar of bees. He dipped a finger into it, then held it in his mouth and tasted it carefully.

Tang Mo looked at the poisonous wasp across from him. He really lived up to his name. There were actually five or six poisonous wasp tail stings growing on his butt. He looked like a large poisonous bee.

The other party also saw Tang Mo wearing a mask and couldn't help but sneer. His eyes were full of disdain. A newcomer dared to challenge himself, a Soul Sect who had won sixteen games in a row. He was really looking down on someone!

"Hey, kid, I advise you to surrender voluntarily. Otherwise, Mr. Ma's stinger doesn't have eyes, and if it accidentally poisons you, it will destroy your eating face." Ma Feng glanced contemptuously with his little eyes. He glanced at Tang Mo and looked him up and down. He couldn't help but feel sarcastic. He looked like a pretty boy who didn't know the heights of the world. He actually dared to come to the Great Soul Fighting Arena to show off. He really didn't know how cruel the Great Soul Fighting Arena was!

Tang Mo, however, had a cold face and said calmly: "In that case, I'll really wait and see. Is it your poison that breaks my face, or the sword in my hand that cuts off your stinger?"

As he spoke, Tang Mo's double-faced spider spirit emerged. At the same time, the palm of his left hand was instantly enveloped by a dark purple light. Then the dark purple light stretched out, like a pillar of light. Also 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. The whole sword looked like it was grabbing. It's not a sword, but the legs of a big spider.

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

Ma Feng was instantly possessed by his martial spirit. The wings arranged on the spot behind him started to move as if they were filled with oil. He flapped his wings quickly and flew up quickly. He twisted his buttocks to let out the poison behind his buttocks. The stab was aimed at Tang Mo.

"The first soul skill, poisonous sting shooting, activate!"

The stings on the back of his butt instantly shot out like bullets, all shooting in the direction of Tang Mo.

Looking at the poisonous stings flying across the sky, Tang Mo calmly held his face in his hands, raised his eyebrows, and sneered. With just these poisonous stings, do you still want to keep her away?

"Have you forgotten why I am called a double-faced spider? Don't you know that my spider is also a poisonous martial spirit?" Tang Mo sneered. He had no defense and did not release his soul skills, just a faint She is just releasing her martial spirit, holding the sword in her hand, that sword is her best weapon!

Holding the sword in hand, he quickly rushed into the poisonous thorns in the sky. He swung the sword quickly and even shook off the poisonous thorns!

"Hehehe, is this all you have?"