Douluo's super god level choice

Chapter 80 Tang San's Terrifying Acting Skills!

"The first online casino in Soto City is online, and the sexy croupier deals cards online."

Three Gouzi was born with a charm, and his soul-stirring voice penetrated into their bones!Just listening to this voice seems to be able to experience the great pleasure of a man.

Amidst the seductive intoxicated sound, time passed quickly, and Tang San made his grand debut!

The gambling market has come to an end, and those who should bet are basically betting, which is similar to the ratio of betting return rate, about one-tenth of the gamblers.

Betting on Tang San, high risk means high return, there are many people who are willing to be risk takers.

Tang Er watched this scene quietly, fanning Zhuge Datong's feather fan in his hand, calmly, planning strategies, as if the mast and scull were wiped out in ashes with a snap of his fingers.

"Master Qingbao!"

"Master Qingbao!"

……

The audience in the audience cheered loudly and cheered for Qingbao!
Occasionally, two weak voices came out, "Tang San, Tang San."

Then he was pressed to the ground and rubbed by a large army like he had been beaten with chicken blood.

"Next, we will hold the tenth round of our fourteen soul fighting arenas, one-on-one soul fighting. The two great soul masters who will appear on the stage are the battle soul master Tang San who possesses the blue silver grass spirit.

They have already won five games in a row, and they are unstoppable, Beast Martial Soul, Iron Horn Bull, Battle Spirit Master Qing Bao..."

A middle-aged man in a black tuxedo was on the ring, talking eloquently and eloquently.

But the crowd seemed to only hear the words "Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul", and then completely boiled over.

"Haha, it turned out to be a waste martial soul, Blue Silver Grass, it's so funny, let alone a great soul master, even if you become a Titled Douluo, you are still a waste."

"Great, I'm sure I'll win this time, I'm completely at ease, Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, haha, this trash, how can you have the courage to compete on stage, isn't it looking for abuse!"

"Sigh, if I had known, he is a useless Blue Silver Grass. Even if he lost his fortune, he would still have to raise his bets. Alas, what a pity, that lord is rarely kind, so I don't know if he will have a chance next time."

"Damn it, I put all my money on Tang San, it's over, I lost everything this time, if I have a chance next time, I definitely won't take the risk!"

"It's really that adult who came to give us money. I was worried and didn't bet. Ah, I regret it."

……

...whether sad, happy, or regretful, but it's all a foregone conclusion at this moment!

Hearing the discussions around, Tang Er was very satisfied, the plan was going perfectly...

"Grass mud horse! Your mother is a waste!"

Hearing the audience in the audience pointing at him, mouthing a waste, Tang San couldn't bear it, pinched his waist, stretched his neck, and yelled at hundreds of audiences crazily.

"Haha, scold you, scold you as much as you want, for the sake of earning so much money for your trash, I forgive you, trash."

Audience offstage.

……

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The third master can't scold them, but the third master is a group of witty ones. He took out the recording amplifier and said, "Stupid idiots, those who scolded the third master in the audience are all orphans and stinky fools!"

The loudspeaker sounded and repeated, and the audience in the audience frantically confronted each other, pulling hatred frantically!

Tang Er smiled even happier, third son, this hatred is perfect!

Amidst the extremely lively sound of spraying, the competition on the stage officially began!
Qing Bao on the stage looked like an honest man, more than two meters tall, standing on the stage like a black hill.

Terrible muscles lay under the dark skin, and the power of the explosion crawled inside.

Looking at Tang San, who was less than his chest in front of him, squinting his eyes, he measured Tang San's height with his thumb and index finger.

"Little guy, little brother, look, you are so small and thin, just like a bean sprout, you should take the initiative to admit defeat, if uncle accidentally hurts you later, it will be bad! "

Qing Bao's simple and honest face was full of unbearable, persuading him earnestly.

It was a good sentence, but Tang San didn't mean it that way, as if he had suffered a great humiliation.

"Give, gesture, your mother sells batches, little guy, you are such a motherly little guy, how is the third master so young, and dare to call the third master's little brother a bean sprouts, the third master's guy is the legendary golden cudgel , Do you know the golden cudgel, the kind that can pierce the sky."

Qing Bao looked at Tang Er who seemed to be insane with pity, no wonder the Lanyincao Wuhun dared to compete, he was crazy.

But this expression of pity changed again in the eyes of Tang San, the emperor.

My mother, I don't believe it, I dare to despise the third master, "Fuck, you, what kind of eyes do you have, the third master's is a golden cudgel, don't believe it, don't believe it, let's take it out and compare it!"

He unbuttoned his belt while talking.

amount……

Qing Bao suddenly realized that he dared to misunderstand his gestures and polite address to him, little guy, little brother!

"Okay, okay, you big guy, you're awesome!" Qing Bao smiled wryly.

"Hmph! Even if you have some sharp eyesight, come on! Let's start the competition!" Tang San smiled lightly.

Stretch out the back of your hands, look at the audience at a 45-degree angle, and look down on the auditorium.

"Give you two arms and two legs, otherwise people will say, I bullied you, Third Master!"

As soon as such a novel pretense came out, coupled with this calm posture, the audience in the audience were taken aback for a while.

"So confident, can it be said that he really has two brushes!"

"I can't tell. Although the martial soul is a waste martial soul, there must be something to become a great soul master at such an age!"

……

The audience in the audience felt a little beating in their hearts at the moment, Tang San was really too confident!
Qing Bao is also a little angry at the moment, I kindly persuade you, but you still dare to look down on me!

"Hmph! You actually look down on me, it seems like I won't be able to teach you a lesson!!"

"I want to see how good you are!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't hold back, and the soul power gushed out, and his already tall body grew by more than one meter, and his dark skin was covered with a dense layer of short black hair.

The head has black, iron-like sharp horns, half a meter long!

It can be stuffed into the big nostrils of ping-pong balls, spraying angry white mist!

With both hooves kicking back non-stop, the arena was kicked up and there were horrible cracks!

The yellow soul ring under his feet shines, the first soul skill, the power explodes.

With a loud roar, "Strong Bull Demon Fist! Face reality! Little brother!"

Hammer towards Tang San!

Everything happened in an instant, Tang San was still pretending...

The Great Bull Demon Fist, which was engulfed in huge strength, slammed on Tang San's small chest!
Only then did Tang San come to his senses, he lowered his head and stared dazedly at Qing Bao, who had bulging veins on his forehead!

one second!

Ten seconds!
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Tang San acted like a normal person, even stretched out his claws in the middle, scratching his face!

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly froze!
　The editor in charge delayed the release, and the second child was struggling on the verge of despair...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)