The Fasno province is located on the southwest border of the Tiandou Empire, bordering the Xingluo Empire and the Xingdou Forest.

Since some areas of Fasno Province border star battles, the soul masters spontaneously formed some organizations in small towns in these places, which were specifically responsible for hunting soul beasts and conducting underground soul fighting.

Ondo Town is one of them.

...

Although the gambling area in the underground soul fighting are not magnificent, it also has a unique flavor.

However, once you are in such an environment, you will feel indescribable chaos and discomfort.

However, a pair of middle-aged and young people who entered here turned a blind eye to the chaos in front of them.

Under the guidance of the waiter, the middle-aged man walked to the front desk with a light pace, put his hand on the table at the front desk of the gambling area and said to the beautiful lady: "Hello, I'm here to participate in the gambling battle. I wonder if you have any suitable recommendations?"

The front desk lady had long golden hair, swept over the middle-aged man's clothes, and her face did not change at all.

On the contrary, when she saw the young man behind her, her eyes suddenly lit up and she stared at him.

That look was like a pervert seeing a stunning beauty half-wrapped and half-exposed.

She directly ignored the middle-aged man and threw a charming look at the young man. Even though the young man was gentle, he frowned and showed displeasure. He simply turned his head and disappeared without a glance, and was not upset.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man couldn't help frowning.

The underground soul fighting arena is mixed with dragons and snakes, and there are all kinds of people, so it is reasonable for the front desk lady here to have such a virtue.

When the front desk lady saw the young man turn her head, she shows that she lacks interest and looks lazy again, turning her head to look at the middle-aged man and saying.

"Are you here to gamble?"

"Yes, I'm asking this lady, is there any suitable fighting spirits tonight for us to place bets? After all, for this evening, I plan to make a good profit here."

As the middle-aged man said this, his two fingers kept rubbing, and he looked like a wealthy lover and a gambler.

The front desk is not surprised by this.

After all, I work here every day, and I have met many guys like middle-aged people.

There is no thousand and eight hundred.

After flipping through the information in his hand, the front desk lady quickly handed the soul fighting information that could be bet tonight to the middle-aged man. The most eye-catching one was the soul fighting information that was biaohong.

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, "This soul-fighting is..."

Seeing the middle-aged man's slight inquiring eyes, the lady directly informed the middle-aged man of the detailed information about the fighting spirit.

"…So in general, once you place a bet in this battle, as long as you win the bet, you can make a fortune. Of course, the greater the profit, the greater the risk."

"Is the great soul master in the underground soul fighting arena..."

The middle-aged man's face was full of entanglement.

Judging from the information he can get, it is impossible to tell the strength of both sides at all. Especially the one named Ganfen King, this nickname is too rubbish.

Just when he was hesitating who to bet...

"Then it's decided!"

A voice suddenly attracted the attention of the middle-aged man. In the room in the gambling area, a person in charge was dressed up next to a boy with an upset face, full of flattery.

"Then I wish you a victory in advance."

Hearing the words of the person in charge, the expressionless boy next to him just glanced at him faintly. Although he didn't say anything, he obviously didn't give him a good look.

Because he knew in his heart that this kind of person was like this. So he was too lazy to pay attention to it, so he turned around and left, and walked towards the soul fighting arena.

When the middle-aged man in the distance saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel curious. So he asked the lady beside him: "Who is that boy? He can actually make the person in charge of the underground soul fighting gambling area so respectful."

"He is the King of Fried Food!"

The front desk lady looked at the boy's leaving and felt a hot look. Her eyes seemed to want to swallow the boy alive! So when she heard the middle-aged man's inquiry, she subconsciously replied.

"Oh! Such a young soul master." A glimmer flashed through his eyes, and interest suddenly came.

Although this young man is burly, from the perspective of his countless people, this young man is definitely less than 12 years old.

This is a little monster!

When the middle-aged man learned the answer he wanted, he was in a good mood and took out his money bag and put it in the front desk.

"Thank you, beauty! This money is placed on this bet and all of it is pressed on that boy!"

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man's face was filled with joy, "I can make a lot of money now, haha..." Then, with a long smile on his face, he walked towards the audience of the soul fighting arena with the young man behind him.

The front desk lady couldn't help but be stunned when she looked at the middle-aged man. But when she came to her senses, she shook her head secretly.

"This uncle is really a big heart. He just bets without understanding at all. Although Wang Qiang is a good player, his opponent this time is not easy at all."

...

"Director, you are so big?" Seeing that his dean was in a state of spring breeze, the young man immediately showed a suspicious expression on his face.

"Xiao Ming, you don't understand now."

Obviously, middle-aged people are very confident in their betting. "Believe me, Dean. I am definitely 90% sure of such a big bet. And..."

Under the middle-aged man's square glasses, a light flashed by. It can be seen that he must have a different purpose.

"Xiao Ming, what do you think of that boy?"

"If the young man is less than 12 years old, he is indeed a little monster. And his body, coupled with being able to roam in the underground soul fighting arena, is not much weaker."

Speaking of this, the young man gradually understood the thoughts in his dean's mind, "Director, do you want to pull that young man into our academy?"

"good."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, then a helpless look on his lips, but a firm smile, "To be honest, our college has high requirements, which leads to too few students. So since this young man has such talent, I have to fight for him and give him... No, I sincerely invite him to join."

"Dean, you..."

When the young man heard this, he felt a little helpless.

But he didn't say anything, because the dean was his mentor, and his achievements were brought to him by the dean and the teachers of the college.

...

On the other side, the Arhat, who had just come out of the gambling area, walked towards the battle area of ​​the soul fighting arena.

"King of Dried Fried" was when he got a nickname when he came to the underground soul fighting field of this small town. After all, in such a chaotic place, no one would wander around with his real name.

Since he came to the underground soul fighting arena a month ago, he soon made a world of world with his ten-year-old and the cultivation of a great soul master.

Now he is one of the popular figures in the underground soul fighting arena.

But even so, his distress remained unabated. Just like now, "It is obviously not a solution to stay here to fight the underground soul fighting spirit."

The Arhat muttered, feeling a little distressed. Before he knew it, he walked into the noisy underground soul fighting arena.

At the same time, a staff member immediately came to meet the Arhat when he saw that the Arhat had come.

"King of the Fried Fried King, you and the Bloody Butcher's soul fighting spirit are in the next game, you need to prepare."
Chapter completed!