Chapter 83: Eating the Melon on His Head, Tang San's Mentality Collapsed

This made Zhao Laosi a little confused.

Why did these two suddenly leave in such a hurry?

Is there something urgent?

He nodded to himself, it should be like this.

Then, Zhao Laosi saw that there was no one around, and shouted twice in the direction where Yu Xiaogang and Tang San fled,

"Two bosses, if you think it's okay after watching the fighting spirit tomorrow, remember to recommend me to others and give me a good review!"

"My name is Zhao Laosi, and I usually work here."

"If you have any questions, just come to me directly."

After saying that, he saw that Yu Xiaogang and Tang San didn't react at all.

Zhao Laosi immediately shook his head in confusion, and then turned around to look for other candidates.

For those in their line of work, the main thing is to be able to choose and see.

Find the right person, and the ticket will be sold with half the effort.

"Otherwise, I, Zhao Laosi, wouldn't have been in the industry for so many years with zero negative reviews and a 100% positive review rate."

Zhao Laosi hummed a little song and left.

He never thought that his 100% favorable rating would be gone soon. If there was really a place to rate, Tang San and Yu Xiaogang would probably give him a bad review directly. And then add a complaint. Especially Tang San, his face was green now as if he had eaten shit. He ate the melon on his head, and it was such an outrageous melon. Tang San's mentality collapsed. What the hell is this! Wuhun is shit? Soul skills are shit spraying? Is he Tang San a jet warrior? These rumor makers really don't care about their face for traffic! Now Tang San is shaking with anger. If Yu Xiaogang hadn't pulled him just now. Tang San really wanted to go back and deal with that Zhao Laosi. Yu Xiaogang was also very angry. The reason why he pulled Tang San was completely for the latter's consideration. Just now he accidentally felt a trace of soul power fluctuation from Zhao Laosi. This wave of soul power is much stronger than his.

This means that the man who seems to be smiling with them.

is likely to be a soul master with soul power of more than 30 levels, or even higher.

If you are a scoundrel, especially a business like ticket scalpers.

You really can't do it without some strength.

If Tang San really can't help it and takes action.

Not only will his identity as "Shrek No. 8" be exposed.

And Tang San is likely to be beaten up.

As for Yu Xiaogang himself.

Since his arm was broken, his real strength is not much different from Tang San.

The two of them, the master and apprentice, can't beat a soul master now.

Yu Xiaogang's chest is full of anger, but he has no way to vent.

Is this the promotion that the person in charge promised to him?

Promote Tang San's martial soul as "shit?"

The soul skill is even more excessive, directly promoting it as "spraying shit?"

If it were in the past, he would definitely drag Flanders to find the person in charge to ask for an explanation.

After all, the latter is a real level 78 Soul Saint.

Standing there is much more useful than him as a Great Soul Master.

But now, Flanders still wants an explanation from him.

Now Yu Xiaogang doesn't dare to ask for anything.

Now Flanders didn't drive them out of Shrek Academy, which is a good thing.

"Xiao San, just focus on the game tomorrow night, have a good rest tonight, and take care of your injuries first."

"I will take care of other things, don't worry."

Yu Xiaogang put his arm around Tang San's shoulders and comforted him.

Now he can only comfort him verbally.

It depends on whether Tang San can reverse the situation in the next few days.

If it is a clear contrast with the first day, the effect will also be very good.

By then, today's farce will be slowly forgotten by everyone.

Yu Xiaogang thought so, obviously he had never heard of the story of Lao Ba.

At that time, that kid went to that group and was talked about for a lifetime.

Tang San's current situation is similar.

And he is also Shrek No. 8.

He can be considered the eighth in the other world.

Soto Great Fighting Arena.

Thirteenth Fighting Arena.

The fighting arena is completely new at this moment.

The affected audience seats in the front are also cleaned up.

The audience who ran to the back before returned to their seats.

At this time, forty minutes have passed since Tang San left.

The originally scheduled cleaning time of fifteen minutes was extended by another fifteen minutes and then extended by ten minutes.

It took a full forty minutes to completely clean it.

This also shows how much damage Tang San caused.

But because the fighting arena promised to refund half of the tickets before, except for a few people who left, the rest of the people had no complaints.

At this moment, all the audience's eyes were focused on a person who was about to enter the arena.

This person was wearing the same mask as the "Shrek No. 8" just now.

They all guessed that these masked people should all be soul masters from the same faction.

It was Huo Feng.

He didn't care about the jokes and ridicules coming from his ears.

Because he knew that the audience on the field would soon know.

He and the "Shrek No. 8" just now would be two completely opposite people.

"Welcome back, everyone!"

At this time, the familiar voice of the host sounded again,

"I'm really sorry to have kept you waiting for so long"

"Now the soul fighting continues!"

"Let's welcome the next soul fighting contestant with warm applause!"

"The soul master code-named 'Shrek No. 1'!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, the audience couldn't help it.

"Look, I told you, they are definitely in the same group."

"Isn't this guy here to do something?"

"You know what? I think they wear masks because they are afraid that they will be recognized if they do too much in the Soto Arena."

"Isn't that right? If they are recognized, they will lose face!"

"In my opinion, this guy might be specially invited by the Soto Arena to do the show. Anyway, it's popular and people will watch it, right?"

"If you ask me"

The audience was talking about it.

The audience laughed unabashedly.

Ninety percent of the people were commenting on Huo Feng, with teasing and joking expressions on their faces.

They obviously thought that Huo Feng was not much different from Tang San just now.

Under the gaze of everyone, Huo Feng slowly walked onto the arena.

He looked around.

You know what, it was really clean.

There was no trace of Tang San left behind.

This also relieved him of some psychological burden.

After all, participating in the fighting spirit is inevitable to crawl.

If it is not cleaned up and a little bit is rubbed.

That really affects the mentality.

Seeing such a high enthusiasm, the host also smiled,

"Next, let us invite his opponent!"

"The soul master codenamed "Sky Rat"."

"These two are soul masters with soul power exceeding level 30."

"Let's wait and see what the result is!"