Douluo: My martial spirit can summon the heavens

After registering the information at the Wuhun Temple, Wang Bin and Lao Ma came to the Great Soul Fighting Arena.

It was already past six o'clock in the evening, which was the busiest time of the Great Soul Fighting Arena. People who had finished their work for the day came here to have fun and have fun.

For the people of Douluo Continent who have no TV or mobile phones, watching soul masters fight souls is one of the only entertainment things.

Wang Bin and Lao Ma came to the registration office of the Great Soul Fighting Arena.

What surprised Wang Bin was that the registration information for the Great Soul Fighting Arena did not require verification of the Soul Master Manual issued by the Spirit Hall. He only needed to display the spirit, register his name, and pay the fee.

You must know that whether it is the Tiandou Empire, the Star Luo Empire, or those principal kingdoms, because they don’t care about the people living in remote villages, there is no such thing as a household registration. In a sense, it is these ordinary people who It is dispensable for the country.

On the contrary, Wuhun Palace did not give up on these people. Even in the most remote and dilapidated villages, soul masters would be regularly sent there to awaken martial souls for children of the appropriate age in the village.

Putting aside everything else, at least Wang Bin appreciates and agrees with Wuhun Palace's approach of not discriminating against ordinary people and being willing to provide them with opportunities. After all, he is also a commoner.

And these imperial principalities are completely profit-oriented, and they are naturally unwilling to bother with civilians who cannot create more value for them. Anyway, their country has such a large population, and they are not inferior to low-class people like you.

Back to the topic, since there is no household registration and no so-called information network, as long as Wang Bin is willing, he can actually use a fake name to register the fighting spirit badge.

However, Wang Bin finally chose to use his real name. After all, he was just an unknown person, and there was no difference between his real name and his pseudonym.

After paying the registration fee of ten gold soul coins, Wang Bin's name entered the matching system of the Great Soul Fighting Arena.

The Great Soul Fighting Arena in Star Luo King City is also one of the two largest soul fighting arenas in the entire continent. There are ten main fighting soul arenas alone and 240 sub-spirit fighting arenas.

These spirit fighting arenas basically run 24 hours a day. Registration fees, audience ticket fees, and gambling rake. Add these together, and the daily revenue of the big spirit fighting arenas is simply an astronomical figure.

"Boy, don't be nervous. Although you are only level 23, I believe that even an ordinary level 29 fighting spirit master is no match for you." Lao Ma patted Wang Bin on the shoulder to comfort him.

"I'm so nervous. It's them who should be nervous." Wang Bin smiled slightly, his face full of confidence.

"Oh, you are so arrogant. A boy who doesn't even have hair yet dares to talk nonsense."

As soon as Wang Bin finished speaking, a sarcastic laughter came from the side. Wang Bin's face turned dark instantly, feeling as if he had suddenly become the male protagonist of a show-off novel.

"You're waiting here to mock me on purpose, right?"

Wang Bin was thinking this in his mind, and when he looked back, he saw that he was a tall man in his twenties. Although it was already early winter, he was still wearing short sleeves, deliberately showing off his thick arms.

"Boy, you look pretty cool, are you new here? You do have some talent to reach the level of a great soul master at your age, but you need to understand the gap between talent and strength. People like you have just broken through level 20. You are a novice, you shouldn’t come to a place like the Soul Fighting Arena, it’s just to give money to strong men like us.”

The thick-armed man sneered, then raised his arm to show off his thick biceps, as if to show his terrifying strength to Wang Bin.

However, he did not expect that both Wang Bin and Lao Ma next to him would look at him as if they were looking at a mentally retarded person.

"Silly."

Wang Bin and Lao Ma were both good-natured people. After politely complimenting each other, they left.

The thick-armed man's expression suddenly became angry, and he was subconsciously ready to take action. However, considering that this was a large spirit fighting arena, he suppressed the anger in his heart for the time being, turned around and left with a grin.

Wang Bin went to the contestant waiting area through the contestant passage, and Lao Ma naturally went to the place where the bets were placed.

After Wang Bin's players are matched, there will be three minutes to open the market for betting. For a young novice like Wang Bin, the official of the Great Soul Fighting Arena will definitely give very high odds, so he is waiting for this wave. Go directly to a well-off society.

Not long after, the staff posted a battle schedule between Wang Bin and a man named "A Dongmu".

On the left, Wang Bin has 0 wins and 0 losses, and the odds are 1 to 4.

On the right, Adongmu has 19 wins and 6 losses, with odds of 1 to 03.

Looking at Adongmu's record, Lao Ma knew that he was also a powerful figure, with an astonishing winning rate of 76. Even people who came to gamble for the first time must be more willing to bet on Adongmu, even if they didn't make any money. How much does it cost, but it’s basically a guaranteed profit.

Sure enough, even though Adong Mu's odds were frighteningly low, he soon bet up to 30,000 gold soul coins. On the contrary, Wang Bin on the other side only had six gold soul coins, so someone still deposited his money for Beiyi Bicycle. The mentality of changing into a motorcycle is just a matter of luck.

Regarding Wang Bin's strength, Lao Ma is quite confident. Let's just say that Wang Bin single-handedly killed the 1800-year-old white-bellied fur bear. Normally, it would be difficult for a thirty-five-level war soul master to do so. Doesn't this explain Wang Bin's strength?

Without any nonsense, Lao Ma directly took all his belongings, fifteen gold soul coins, plus twenty-three tasteful copper soul coins that he took out from the soles of his shoes, to force Wang Bin.

This means that the Big Fighting Spirit Arena's betting market is set by the Big Fighting Spirit Arena itself. If the odds are floating based on the bets placed by both sides, half of the tens of thousands of gold soul coins on the opposite side will fall into Lao Ma's pocket. It's really a pity.

"Next, the twenty-eighth one-on-one soul fighting in our Thirty-eight Soul Fighting Arena will take place. Two soul masters will appear. They are the familiar iron-armed war god Adong Mu. They will compete against each other who just joined today In the Great Soul Fighting Arena, there is Wang Bin, a handsome young man who has no record of fighting!"

"Whether it will be our iron-armed God of War who continues to use his iron arm to smash his opponents and win the sixth consecutive game, or whether it is the handsome young man who has just arrived and killed the gods, let us wait and see. Now, let's invite two soul masters to come on stage! "

Following the host's impassioned remarks, the enthusiasm of the audience was immediately aroused.

Wang Bin and Adong Mu walked up from the passages on both sides. What made Wang Bin very speechless was that the man named Adong Mu was the silly guy who just laughed at him and then showed off his muscles to him.

"Is this really arranged?" Wang Bin couldn't help but mumbled.

The villain will be slapped in the face if he mocks. This plot is too cliched and bloody, right?

"Boy, are you surprised? In fact, there are not so many coincidences in this world. I deliberately asked the Great Soul Fighting Arena to arrange this. After all, in this world, the strong always have many privileges.

You scolded me, do you really think you can escape without paying anything? I will use my iron fist to knock out all your teeth to let you know the price of insulting me! "

Adongmu's eyes were as wide as those of an ox, with a cold smile on his face. He looked at Wang Bin as if he were looking at a dead person.

After hearing what the other party said, Wang Bin couldn't help but sigh: "I'm here to die, but if I don't succeed, it's because I'm too stingy."

"Battle begins!"

As the host fell down, Adong Mu roared angrily and immediately released his martial spirit, the Iron-armed Gorilla.

Adong Mu's already tall and burly body swelled a bit, especially the pair of arms, which became particularly thick, and shone with a metallic luster under the light, just like two thick iron pillars, two yellow The soul ring also slowly lit up under his feet.

"The number one soul skill! Taishan Meteor Pendant!"

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