Douluo's super god level choice

The first **** in Soto City is online, with sexy dealers dealing cards online."

Sangouzi is naturally charming, and his charming scream penetrates into their bones! Just listening to this voice, it seems that you can experience the great pleasure of men.

Amidst the seductive sounds of intoxication, time passed quickly, and Tang San made his grand appearance!

The betting market has come to an end, and those who should place bets have basically placed bets. The ratio of return on bets is almost the same, and there are about one-tenth of the gamblers.

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

Tang Er watched this scene quietly, fanning Zhuge Liang and Feather Fan in his hand, calm and calm, strategizing, as if the gun and oar were wiped out in a snap of his fingers.

"Master Qingbao!"

"Master Qingbao!"

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The audience in the audience cheered overwhelmingly, cheering for Qingbao!

Occasionally, two weak voices came out, "Tang San, Tang San."

Then he was pushed to the ground and rubbed by a large group of soldiers like they had beaten him to death.

"Next, the tenth game of our fourteen spirit fighting arenas, a one-on-one spirit fighting, will take place. The two great spirit masters who will appear are the fighting spirit master Tang San who possesses the blue silver grass spirit.

Against those who have won five games in a row and are unstoppable, Beast Martial Spirit, Iron Horn Ox, and Battle Spirit Master Qing Bao..."

A middle-aged man in a black tuxedo was talking eloquently on the stage.

But the crowd seemed to only hear the words "Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit," and then it was completely boiling.

"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 to win this time, I feel completely at ease, Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit, haha, how come this loser has the courage to compete on stage, isn't he looking for abuse!"

"Oh, I should have known that he is a useless Lan Yin Cao. Even if he loses everything, he still has to increase his bets. Alas, it's a pity. That gentleman rarely shows kindness. I don't know if he will have a chance next time."

"Damn it, I spent all my money on Tang San. It's over. I lost everything this time. If I still have a chance next time, I won't take the risk!"

"It was really that adult who came to give us money. I was so worried that I didn't place a bet. Ah, I regret it so much."

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

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

"Grass mud horse! You are such a waste!"

Hearing the audience pointing at him and saying he was a piece of trash, Mr. Tang couldn't bear it. He pinched his waist, stretched his neck, and cursed crazily with hundreds of audience members.

"Haha, go ahead and scold me, you trash, you can scold me as much as you want. Seeing that your trash has earned me so much money, I will forgive you, this trash."

Audience in the audience.

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The third master couldn't scold them, but the third master was one of the smarter ones. He took out his recording loudspeaker and said, "You stinky idiot. Those who scolded the third master in the audience are all orphans and stinky idiots!"

The loudspeaker kept repeating the sound again and again, and the audience was furiously shouting at each other, creating a mad hatred!

Tang Er smiled even happier, "Little Sanzi, this hatred is perfect!"

Amidst the lively shouting, the competition on the stage officially began!

Qingbao on the stage looked like an honest man at first glance. He was more than two meters tall and stood on the stage like a black hill.

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

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

"Little guy, little brother, look, you are so small and skinny, just like a bean sprout. You should give up on your own initiative. If uncle accidentally hurts you later, it will be bad!

"

Qingbao's big and honest face was full of intolerance, and he persuaded him earnestly.

It was a good sentence, but Tang San didn't mean it that way, as if he had been greatly humiliated.

"Gestures, gestures, your mother sells batches, little guy, you are such a damn talented little guy, why is the third master so young? You dare to call the third master's little brother a bean sprout? The third master's guy is the legendary golden cudgel."

, you know the golden cudgel, the kind that can pierce the sky."

Qingbao looked at Tang Er who seemed to be crazy with pity, no wonder the Blue Silver Grass Spirit dared to compete, he was crazy to dare.

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

Damn it, I don't believe it, I dare to despise the third master, "Fuck you, what's that look in your eyes, the third master's is a golden cudgel, don't believe it, don't believe it, let's take it out and compare it!"

As he spoke, he unbuckled his belt.

Forehead...

Qingbao suddenly reacted. He was sorry that his gestures and polite calls to him, "little guy, little brother," made him misunderstand!

"Okay, okay, you big guy, you are awesome!" Qingbao smiled bitterly.

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

Stretching out his hands behind his back, showing off his forty-five-degree perspective, he looked down upon the audience.

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

Such novel pretentious words, coupled with such a calm demeanor, made the audience stunned for a moment.

"With such confidence, can it be said that he really has two skills?"

"I can't say for sure. Although the martial spirit is useless, there must be something to becoming a great spirit master at such an age!"

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The audience in the audience also felt a little nervous at this moment. Tang San was really too confident!

Qingbao was also a little angry at this moment. I advised you with good intentions, but you still dare to look down on me!

"Hmph! You actually look down on me. It seems I can't do it without giving you a lesson!!"

"I want to see how powerful you are!"

After saying that, he didn't care much, his soul power surged out, and his already tall body grew by more than one meter. His dark skin was covered with a dense layer of short black hair.

The sharp, black, iron-like horn on the head is half a meter long!

It can fit into the big nostrils of a table tennis ball and spray out angry white mist!

Both hooves kept kicking back, causing terrifying cracks in the arena!

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

He yelled, "Powerful Bull Demon Fist! Face it, little brother!"

Hammer towards Tang San!

Everything happened in an instant, Tang San was still showing off...

The powerful Bull Demon Fist packed with huge power hit Tang San's chest hard!

Only then did Tang San react, lowering his head and looking blankly at Qing Bao with blue veins popping out on his forehead!

one second!

Ten seconds!

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Tang San acted as if nothing was wrong, and even stretched out his paw to scratch his face!

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly solidified!