The fat man in the crowd chuckled and said to the cultured man beside him, "Brother, this is still the best move!
In a while, Tang Yong's reputation will be completely ruined by our scolding! "
"Even if he gets first place on the Martial Roll, he will go down in history in infamy. His reputation will definitely not be as good as Han Xuefei's!"
The calm and cultured man glanced coldly at Tang Yong and said, "But this is not enough to ruin his reputation. We still have to think of other ways."
The fat man said with a smile, "Brother, you are my resourceful star. Think carefully and tell your brothers when you've thought it through. We don't have your brains, but we can do things!
Ah!
Who the f * ck tripped me! "
The fat man stood in the crowd and felt as if he had been tripped by someone. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.
His eyes widened as he angrily scanned his surroundings, as if trying to find the guy who had tripped him.
However, everyone around him was his brothers. They were all on the same side!
The person next to the fat man innocently stretched out his hand to show that he had not tripped him. The fat man had no choice but to scratch his head in confusion. Could it be that he had sensed wrongly just now?
Just as the fat man let down his guard, he vaguely saw a golden light flash under his feet. It was as if a slender golden snake was slithering under his feet. Just as he widened his eyes to take a closer look, a golden light flashed under his feet.
The golden light flashed and turned into a very long rope that stopped in front of him. The fat man was delighted when he saw the golden rope. He had heard that treasures had spirits and could find their owners. Could this golden rope be the spiritual object that had found him?
The fat man calmly sized up the people around him. When he saw that no one was paying attention, he raised his butt and happily went to pick up the rope.
Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand touched the rope, he heard a shout from the crowd.
"Hurry up and follow!
The first place on the Martial Roll is leaving! "
The surging crowd began to crazily squeeze forward. The fat man only felt as if there were countless people pushing him from behind. The fat man saw that he was about to grab the rope, but he was pushed by the surging crowd behind him. He staggered and fell to the ground with a bang.
"Aiyo, are you blind? Can't you see there's someone in front?
Bro, come and give me a hand! "The fatty screamed as he reached out to pull at his companions, hoping that someone would lend him a hand.
But this time, he was destined to be disappointed!
The golden rope that he had his eyes on suddenly became perfectly straight. Fatty's companions didn't notice the rope under their feet and were suddenly pushed by the crowd. Just as they were about to follow along, they suddenly tripped over something under their feet.
Then, this row of martial artists and warriors was uniformly tripped. Just a second ago, everyone was still shouting slogans like stars, "Tang Yong, get down …" However, before they could finish their words, they fell down one by one like dumplings being dropped into a pot. Plop, plop, plop, they fell down one by one.
However, the people at the back didn't know what was happening in front of them. They just kept pushing forward. Soon, pairs of big feet stepped on these people.
Just a moment ago, they were still arrogantly cursing, but at this moment, all that was left was a series of miserable shrieks.
"Ouch, don't mind my face!
Damn it, I still have to rely on my face to make a living in the future! "
"My stomach, sir, you've already stepped on it three times. Can't you go somewhere else?"
"Fatty, hurry up and get your ass away from my face. It stinks!
Damn it, you're still farting! "
"…"
A group of martial artists and warriors struggled to get up amidst the pushing and shoving in the crowd. At this moment, most of the crowd had already left with the Martial Roll team. Only a sparse crowd was left, slowly moving along the long street.
Dozens of them screamed in pain as they helped each other up from the ground. At this moment, most of them were already in tatters. Some of them had clear shoe prints on their faces and bodies.
The leading fatty could be said to be the one who had been stepped on the most. His clothes had been torn to the point that they were almost gone. Only a strand of cloth was left at his waist, barely covering his key areas. His body was exposed, and his fat was covered in bruises. There were even three clear scratch marks on his face.
The fatty wiped the scratch marks on his face and sucked in a breath of pain. He cried and said, "Why am I so unlucky today? Not only did an auntie kick me when I fell, she even said that I wiped her ass. She came up and scratched my face.
Brother, help me take a look. My face isn't going to be disfigured, right? "
The cultured man was gnashing his teeth as he used a piece of cloth to wipe the yellow liquid on his face. A foul smell spread from his face, and he was about to vomit from the smell.
"Ugh, darn fatty, get lost!
If you hadn't scared that child to tears, would he have peed on my face?
Scram scram scram!
From today onwards, we will go our separate ways. Don't come looking for me again! "
The cultured man fiercely wiped his face twice. When he saw that he couldn't wipe it off, he couldn't help but throw the cloth at the fatty's face in disdain. He turned around and walked away angrily.
The fatty saw the cloth with the smell of urine coming at his face. Just as he was about to dodge, he felt a pain in his knee. His body became extremely slow. It turned out that he had been stepped on by the crowd. Although his life wasn't in danger, he had suffered quite a bit of injury.
Even his usually nimble legs had become sluggish.
Slap!
The cloth with the smell of urine was stuck to his face. Then, it turned into a trail and slowly slid down his face.
The fatty's face, which had wanted to cry but had no tears, was immediately left with two clear tear tracks.
He wailed and said, "Brother, don't go. I'm also a victim!"
However, no matter how much the fatty wailed, the cultured man's back remained firm. The remaining Han Xuefei's supporters looked at each other. They silently lowered their heads and turned to leave.
None of them said anything to each other.
Just like that, the Han Xuefei's supporters, who had been in a frenzy just a moment ago, disbanded on the spot. As for whether they could organize again next time, that was a matter for another day.
On the other side, the parade team of the Martial Roll circled around the Han Tang's capital, Anyang. Everywhere they passed, there was a sea of people. Tens of thousands of people turned out.
Tang Yong also thoroughly experienced the feeling of being a celebrity. It felt good to be respected and surrounded by people. Even someone like Tang Yong, who had lived two lives, couldn't help but feel a little dazed under the gazes and cheers of the people.
However, when he turned around and saw the countless jealous and resentful gazes behind him, Tang Yong's mind regained its calmness in a second.
Although cheers and applause were beautiful, they were also poisonous at the same time!
Because at every moment, there was someone staring at you, wanting nothing more than to pull you down and replace you.
Tang Yong's heart became alert. He threw away the little bit of fluttering feeling in his heart. Then, he obediently began to cultivate on Longma.
The silly Longma seemed to have noticed the change in Tang Yong's mood. It snorted and actually turned its head to look at him.