Mass Transmigration: I Have an Armory

"Lend me some money." Long Wudi looked at Nanfeng seriously.

Nanfeng raised his eyebrows and already guessed what Long Wudi wanted to do.

"Are you going to be a gambling dog?"

Long Wudi shook his head: "This is not called gambling, this is called guaranteed profit without loss."

Don't say it, really don't say it...

Nanfeng nodded slightly, with Long Wudi's strength, becoming one of the eight champions, isn't that just a matter of sprinkling water?

Can this be called gambling? This is called financial management!

Nanfeng immediately took out all the money he had on him, which he had saved to buy [Unparalleled Secret Gold].

During the recent period, Nanfeng and Long Wudi have hunted many ferocious beasts outside the city and made a lot of money.

Coupled with the money they got from other channels, the two scraped together 1.3 million copper coins.

Not bad.

"Brother Long, what are Yan Mingzhe's odds now?" Nanfeng asked.

Long Wudi thought about it for a moment: "Yan Mingzhe? His odds of advancing seem to be 1 to 1.13, which is not much."

"The odds are 1.13..." Nanfeng did a quick mental calculation, "Then the principal of 1.3 million can only earn 169,000? It is indeed a bit small."

After a pause, Nanfeng spoke again: "What about Yan Nujiao's odds?"

Long Wudi held out five fingers: "1 pays 5.18!"

Hiss...more than five times the odds!

Nanfeng was a little excited. If he won, it would be equivalent to five times the principal!

Long Wudi chuckled and said: "According to the professional evaluation of Black Gold Casino, Yan Nujiao, who only has two followers, has almost no chance of promotion, so her odds are very high."

Nan Feng made a gesture and was about to walk out: "Then what are you waiting for? The game is about to start, let's go and place our bets quickly."

Long Wudi waved his hand: "Don't worry, I've already inquired, and you can place bets after the game starts."

"And I also found out that the odds at Black Gold Casino change in real time."

“We can completely control the odds, play at the highest point, and get rich overnight!”

Nan Feng was slightly confused: "Control the odds? How do we control it?"

He really doesn't know much about gambling. When he was at Blue Star, he only worked as a gambling dog in Genting. He had never even touched playing cards in real life.

With Nanfeng's experience, he really couldn't figure out how to control odds.

"We can do this, this, and then hey hey..."

Long Wudi leaned into Nanfeng's ear and told him his plan.

After hearing this, Nanfeng exclaimed, "It's awesome! It turns out you can still play like this!"

"Brother Long, you are really awesome. You can think of this trick in such a short time? It's amazing." Nanfeng admired him from the bottom of his heart.

Long Wudi waved his hand calmly: "The more you experience, the more you will know. Do you still remember what I told you, that I was an undercover agent in a Burmese store? I have seen countless fraud methods. This The trick is far from great."

"Betting on dogs will lead to nothing in the end. Of course, I don't care. I have strong self-control and am not afraid."

"Okay, no more nonsense, the game will start soon. You go back first and leave the rest to me."

Nanfeng nodded and quickly slipped out of the public toilet.

In Yan Nujiao's exclusive preparation hall.

Yan Nujiao patted her chest and looked at Nanfeng with a hint of blame: "I thought you ran away from the battle."

"That's not possible. I, Lu Xiaobu, rely on my integrity to travel around the world. Since I have accepted your commission, how can I escape from the battlefield?" After a pause, Nanfeng added, "Besides, you haven't given me the money yet. Woolen cloth."

Yan Nujiao: "..."

Man Ning interrupted the two of them: "Okay, let's enter the field. The game begins."

At this time, contestants were already entering the martial arts arena one after another with their followers.

Nanfeng and the other three also strode out.

The King of Fighters Arena is very large. There are eight arenas in the middle, each arena is as big as half a football field.

Each arena is shrouded in a powerful defensive formation. Attacks below level 40 cannot break this defensive formation. This is used to prevent the aftermath of the battle from rushing into the audience.

"Zhao Xiao, come on! Zhao Xiao, come on!"

"Vanuqing, come on! I've put all my wealth on you!"

"Hurry up and start. Why haven't you started yet? I can't wait."

Waves of shouts came from the audience, and the atmosphere at the scene was slowly reaching a climax.

Numbers 1 to 8 of the first test question were already on the stage. Nanfeng saw that Long Wudi was also on one of the stages.

He couldn't help but his face darkened, and he asked Yan Nujiao in a low voice: "How many points does Yan Mingzhe have now?"

Yan Nujiao lightly opened her red lips: "7 points, what's wrong?"

"..." Nanfeng took a deep breath, "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."

Sure enough, betting on dogs will lead to nothing in the end.

He shouldn't have agreed to the bet with Long Wudi!

"Quiet."

Suddenly, an old and indifferent voice echoed throughout the martial arts arena.

The audience members sitting in the auditorium closed their mouths and looked at the sky above the martial arts arena.

An old man with wrinkles on his face sat cross-legged in the air.

He looked so sleepy that everyone who looked at him was afraid that he would fall from the sky.

"Now, I will announce the rules of tonight's martial arts tournament..."

The old man took out a piece of parchment and read it word for word at an extremely slow speed.

The rules of the competition are similar to those mentioned by Yan Nujiao, except for a few more restrictions, such as: no killing blows, the opponent cannot continue to attack after admitting defeat, and cannot deliberately delay time, etc.

After the old man finished reading the contents on the parchment, he waved his hand, and a large white mist appeared over the martial arts arena.

In the white mist, the scenes on the eight arenas were clearly projected.

Nan Feng raised an eyebrow: "Oh, this is an IMAX ultra-clear giant screen theater?"

In this way, the entire martial arts arena audience can clearly see the situation in each arena.

The old man in mid-air glanced around the martial arts arena with his cloudy eyes, and then said indifferently: "The game begins."

As these four words fell, the entire martial arts arena erupted into fierce shouts and roars.

Yan Nujiao looked at Nanfeng and the two: "Remember the tactics I just mentioned. Let them fight first. You wait until they have no fighting power before you come on stage. Do you understand?"

Man Ning nodded: "Understood."

Nanfeng didn't answer and strode towards the center of the arena.

Other followers also entered the arena, and together with the eight in the ring, there were a total of 33 teams on the field.

They represent more than 20 major families in the three major empires.

The competition has just started now, and no one is in a hurry to get on stage, but wants to wait for others to make the first move.

The situation was temporarily frozen.

When the audience saw this, they started shouting and cursing.

"Hurry up and fight! We paid money to watch you fight, not to watch you stare at us!"

"The strength of Arena No. 7 is so weak, no one dares to challenge it?"

"If you don't dare to go on stage to challenge, then it's a shame. Let's just let the eight people on the stage advance."

"Genema, refund the ticket!"

On the ring, Vanuqing's follower Asam smiled contemptuously: "You all don't even have the courage to go on stage to challenge? Are you just waiting to reap the benefits? What a bunch of cowards."

"Then just hold off. Anyway, I will advance in half an hour."

As he was talking, Asamu saw Nanfeng in the crowd and immediately shouted: "Hey, that little dwarf over there, weren't you very arrogant just now? Do you dare to come up and challenge our team?"

Nanfeng glanced at Asamu and sneered in his heart: "If I don't beat the shit out of you later, I think you'll be clean today."

But Nanfeng doesn't plan to take the stage to challenge Asam now. He needs to act according to Long Wudi's plan and control the odds first!

I saw Nan Feng striding towards Arena No. 5 and taunting loudly: "You are Yan Mingzhe's followers, right? Huh, your boss was rude to me during the day, and I'm going to teach you a lesson now!"

On the ring, the five big men except Long Wudi were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter: "Hahaha, is there something wrong with this guy's brain? You are a level 36 guy, just stay on the stage and stay well. , do you really dare to go on stage and challenge?”

Man Ning also panicked, quickly came behind Nan Feng, and grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Are you crazy?"

Nanfeng grabbed Man Ning's wrist with his backhand, and without saying a word, he jumped onto the ring with her.

"I want to challenge Arena No. 5!" Nanfeng raised his hand and shouted.

"Accurate." The old voice echoed in the martial arts arena, and the defensive formation of Arena No. 5 instantly lit up.

"Yo ho, someone is on stage!"

"The fight is about to begin. Sit down quickly."

"Let me see... Hey, these are Yan Nujiao's followers, challenging Yan Mingzhe's followers? Aren't they from the same family? Are they going to fight among themselves?"

"Are you trying to delay time? Referee, I'm reporting them for cheating!"