The atmosphere in the field was hot and close to boiling.

The host said: "The battle begins!" and instantly exploded the audience.

"Kill them!"

"*explode their **!"

"Run!!"

"Tear them apart!!!"

"Aowoo!!"

“…”

Flander looked at the audience who were so excited that he couldn't help but roaring wildly, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent - these garbage!

...

Tang San and others all raised the Zhuge Divine Crossbow.

The fierce god team opposite was disdainful, and the captain Meng Li roared: "Tear them apart!!"

The seven members of the Fierce God Team all drove their martial souls and rushed forward!

Tang San and seven others felt an invisible pressure coming towards them, and a trace of blood appeared in the air.

Near, close, close...

Everyone was very nervous.

Tang San shouted: "Let me go!"

...

“…”

The seven members of the Fierce God Team pounced down collectively, and the heavy sound of landing was so clear in this sudden dead environment.

Blood slowly oozed out and flowed out.

Under the light, the stunning and weird blood light covered the site...

Dead silence, dead silence, dead silence.

The audience who had been screaming before was watching the incredible scene in the venue.

Tang San said in a deep voice: "Go back."

Ma Hongjun's legs were a little shaking, and the rest of them were slightly better, but they were not much better either.

Tang San and others turned around and left towards the tunnel when they came.

They walked as smoothly, firmly and decently as possible.

Then, there were overwhelming verbal abuse. These people all placed bets, and the louder the bets they made, the bigger the bets they made.

And those who try to rush into the field are probably ruthless people who bet on their lives.

On the VIP stage, the chief supervisor of the Great Soul Arena breathed a sigh of relief. If the Shrek Eight Monsters lost in this battle, he would sit down his head, and even more terrible punishment would be issued.

The Killing God Team's multiplier is very low, but it cannot stop the bets from being huge and large. How big is the total amount? When the chief executive saw the data on the number of gold soul coins that the Killing God Team should pay for if the Killing God Team wins, he almost fainted.

His face has not improved much now because the crisis has been lifted.

"Second Supervisor, Second Supervisor, Very good! This is really beautiful! I treat you very much. I want to die, right? I'm going to die this time, you're the one who's not dead!" His eyes were covered with blood, and his hands were placed on the iron fence, which was pinched flat by his hands exposed by his blue veins.

Because of some private affairs, he had to leave for a few days, and the affairs of the Great Soul Field were naturally handed over to the second in command, that is, the second supervisor. The second supervisor was promoted by him. He thought he knew his character well, so he trusted him very much and did not prepare much when he left.

Besides, can he still make a comeback in just two or three days?

I never thought that when my subordinates came back, they hurried to report and ask what was going on during the game. Only then did he know that "he" personally agreed to such an outrageous battle!

After experiencing many strong storms, his mind was blank at that time.

After coming back to his senses, he went to the filing office as if he ran away.

After looking out the information, I found that the game was actually his office seal!

There is even an autograph on the side!

He looked at the signature and then, his face was sticking to paper, which was definitely his handwriting!

I heard from my subordinates that the second supervisor was very kind tonight, and his face, which was always stern, actually had a smile on his face.

Haha, it seems that the second supervisor has been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. Looking at the copywriting, the chief supervisor's pale face appeared with a self-deprecating smile.

A year ago, he heard that the second supervisor met a new boss with great power, but he didn't care much. A new newbie who was promoted had not even stood firm. Besides, what if he just kept his feet firm? Is his backstage weaker than this one? As long as he doesn't make big mistakes here, the other party can't control him at all.

He sat in this seat for more than twenty years, and his peaceful and peaceful days gradually numbed his vigilance back then.

Otherwise, how could I give the second supervisor this opportunity!

The new boss urgently needs to expand his strength.

Once he falls, he will push the second supervisor up desperately.

...

Second Supervisor, Second Supervisor! Great!

A sneer appeared on the corner of the chief's mouth.

On the other side, a thin figure stared blankly at the scene, with no blood on his face, his eyes were dull, and he murmured: "Impossible, Impossible..."

He placed a bet, and he was a heavy bet.

The bet is his future and a heavy trust, appreciation and promotion.

After entering the darkness, everyone could no longer bear it, except Tang Sanqi bent down and vomited. How old was Dai Mubai old and he retching, and he didn't really vomit.

Blade came over and said with a smile: "Who needs the comfort of my love? Free."

Dai Mubai wiped the corner of his mouth and glared at the blade: "I'm gonna be."

Ma Hongjun trembled and said, "Brother Dao, I need it!"

Blade walked up to him with a smile, squatting down ignoring the vomit on the ground. He stroked Ma Hongjun's back in an extremely gentle voice, "It's okay, it's okay, sleep for a while, everything will be fine when you wake up."

Before Ma Hongjun could react, she felt a huge force falling behind her neck, and her eyes turned black.

He fainted. The blade held him and said to Dai Mubai: "Mubai, help him back and let him have a good sleep."

Dai Mubai wanted to speak but stopped.

"Don't worry, Hongjun's psychological tolerance is relatively weak, so it will be much better to let him sleep."

Dai Mubai took Xiaopang from the Blade.

When Blade came to the rabbit's elf, he was a little difficult to understand. Others vomited. What's your situation?!

"Xiao Wu, do you want me to help?" His tone was still gentle.

Xiao Wu stood up with difficulty and walked to Tang San: "No need!"

Tang San grabbed her hand and gently rubbed her head.

"Rongrong, are you?"

Ning Rongrong wiped his mouth and glared at him, "I'm not as fragile as you thought!"

Blade said with appreciation: "Yes, I deserve to be the one I am optimistic about." Then he stretched out his hand and pulled it up and patted her on the shoulder.

Come to Oscar: "Where are you? Xiao O."

Oscar reached out and waved his hand, saying that it was not necessary. The blade pulled him up.

He looked at Zhu Zhuqing and said, "How do you feel."

"Somewhat disgusting." Zhu Zhuqing said after being silent for a moment.

Blade smiled and said, "It's so disgusting? Very good. If you don't feel it or feel excited, it's troublesome."

Tang San nodded secretly, it was indeed the case.

Blade Fen smiled and said, "Go back and calm down first."

Zhu Zhufei nodded.

...

The blade shook his head as he looked at the dirt on the ground.

Cleaning staff, thank you for your hard work.

The master left in the shadows ahead.

Flander and Zao Wuji walked out.

Flander wants to teach everyone some life knowledge, commonly known as the soul chicken soup.

...

A joy to the blade.
To be continued...