PUBG Nightmare Player System

Pickled pepper? Who? Ye Lang thought about it for a long time, but still didn't remember it.

"Sorry, I don't know you."

Paojiao had already stretched out his hand, symbolically trying to give Ye Lang a blow, but Ye Lang's sudden words made him extremely annoyed.

How dare you say you are a rapper when I don’t even know about it?

There was uncertainty on Paojiao's face, and in an instant he showed an embarrassed smile, "It doesn't matter, we will get to know each other soon, but you have no chance to meet me. During the PK session, my brothers will beat you to pieces. Shabi."

Ye Lang frowned slightly, "How to speak? Didn't your mother and father teach you to speak well?"

Suddenly, Ye Lang stretched out his hand, with a look of regret and apology on his face, touching his chest, "Oh my, my, I should have put you on the wall, my, my, my, I have caused trouble for you all."

When Ye Lang said these words, these veteran drivers instantly understood what Ye Lang meant.

Everyone laughed crazily.

"Hahaha, Pickled Pepper has encountered a tough situation."

"You're a cruel man. If you dare to mock Pickled Pepper like this, you'll be scolded on your face."

"As expected of my favorite anchor, he's awesome, and his mouth is so tough!"

"No, Brigitte, I suspect you are evil..."

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Paojiao's face is uncertain, and the environment for underground rap players is harsh. They have long been accustomed to dominating one party. Fighting, drinking, etc. are common occurrences.

But now, it's time to record the show, do they dare to fight?

Ye Lang looked at these dozen people with a half-smile but not a smile: "What? You want to fight?"

"Damn it, what are you so crazy about?"

"That's right, I won't be competing today, so I'm going to fuck you!"

Soon enough, before they could take action, Ye Lang flew up and kicked them directly.

A strange roar of "I'll fight~" came out of his mouth.

In an instant, the body of the fat man at the front flew out like a kite with its string broken.

"You...you are really doing it!"

The rappers in Chang'an were confused.

They never expected that Ye Lang would actually hit someone.

What is Ye Lang's background? Beating someone on the show, if it was posted online, it would explode. Doesn't this guy care about his own image?

The remaining 30 or so other contestants were also confused now.

"I'll go, Ye Lang is so fierce!"

"This kick is good. Didn't you see the 200-pound fat man fly more than ten meters away? Ye Lang can't be a kung fu master."

"He is a ruthless person. He is definitely a ruthless person. Everything on the live broadcast is fake. This Ye Lang is the real one."

A group of people suddenly rang the part of Ye Lang's freestyle segment, especially when I eat hot pot and you eat the hot pot base, you can be as arrogant as you want.

Co-author, is Ye Lang serious? No joke!

Ye Lang sneered at this time, "What's wrong with beating people? You are allowed to work together to bully people, but others are not allowed to resist?"

Every time Ye Lang said a word, he took a step forward and pressed forward step by step. In an instant, more than a dozen rappers from Chang'an were frightened and stepped back one by one.

Paojiao was sweating profusely, and everyone was looking at him. He claimed to be the number one underground rapper in the country, but now that he was timid, wouldn't he be slapped in the face?

Ye Lang smiled evilly, with an expression on his face that wanted to be beaten.

"Come on, I've been waiting for you to speak. If you give in, you'll lose for the rest of your life!"

Ye Lang's voice is not loud, but everyone can hear it clearly. This is because of the sound pressure. Even a small sound can be clearly transmitted to the ears of people around him. For a person like Ye Lang who is an accomplished singer, the sound pressure and other things are just drizzle.

In an instant, a group of people could no longer bear it.

"Old Yin Yang Ye Lang, come on, do it, pick peppers, you will lose your life if you are timid."

They have long been dissatisfied with people like Paojiao. Why do we work so hard to practice our skills, and you can claim to be the number one underground rapper in China just by walking around all day long?

They couldn't stand it and usually didn't say anything, but now they couldn't help it. They applauded Ye Lang inwardly and didn't forget to stir up the pickled peppers to see his joke.

Rather than watching Ye Lang's jokes, they wanted to watch pickled pepper jokes.

Paojiao's eyes were widened and she stared at Ye Lang.

Ye Lang smiled very cheaply, as if to say, hit me, hit me.

Pickle pepper is not a fool, can he beat Ye Lang?

Looking at the situation just now, no one who weighs more than 200 kilograms is no match for Ye Lang. The power of that kick is too great. At first glance, he looks like Lian Jiazi. How can he fight with such a person? This is not a joke!

"Hmph, I am a civilized person, not like a barbarian. If you have the means, don't go to Chang'an."

Paojiao said a harsh word, turned around and left.

"No, that's it?"

"What's going on? You just said such cruel words that you don't care about anything?"

"No, this is the king of underground rappers? You were so arrogant in Chang'an, why are you so cowardly now?"

Everyone was talking about it, but they were different from Ye Lang. Ye Lang was now famous and powerful, and he must have a place in the entertainment industry. They couldn't afford to offend Ye Lang, so they could only defeat Ye Lang head-on.

As for Paojiao, he is a ruthless person. If Paojiao finds out about any of them going to Chang'an, no one can guarantee what will happen if something happens. Pickle gave them a hard look and left.

After the group from Chang'an left, a group of rappers from all over the country finally breathed a sigh of relief and cheered, "Ye Shen Niu beep."

"Haha, it's not easy to eat pickled peppers."

Ye Lang smiled faintly at this time, "Don't be too happy too early. If I encounter you in the PK game, you will be miserable."

A short, skinny boy with dreadlocks squeezed over, "Ye Shen, I am your biggest fan, please sign your autograph for me."

Ye Lang smiled awkwardly, "Isn't it right? You can also meet your own fans during the game? But signing autographs is a small problem."

"I just want to learn how to use your sniper rifle. I really can't learn it."

"Brother, I definitely can't learn sniping. You can learn from Wei Shen." Ye Lang smiled evilly.

"What techniques should I learn from him?"

"Techniques to make you fat!"

Suddenly a voice shouted: "Brigi, can you get out of the way? Ye Lang is also my favorite anchor."

Someone started shouting, and Ye Lang suddenly realized that the little guy in front of him was Breggie.

"See you in the second round!" Ye Lang waved his hand and returned to his lounge.

At this time, only one group was silent in the rest room.

These are all trainees from major entertainment companies. They are all young, but they have also practiced rap for a while, and their rap can be considered decent. It’s just that if they stand on the stage and compete with these underground veterans, , that is not an easy task.

The idols were uneasy, especially when they saw Ye Lang directly clashing with those underground rap masters, they were even more afraid.

Thinking about Ye Lang's harsh lyrics on stage, they felt even more uncomfortable.