Anyone with a clear mind should know that if he holds Baomu in his hand at this time, he is not holding the key to fame, wealth and honor, but a complete explosive bag. However, once this person enters the frenzy
His mental state is like a gambler who has lost all his family fortune. How can he still care about this?
Kuroda, who was supposed to be the first to get the treasure wood, was beaten first, and he was very upset at first. Then he always relied on his physical advantage to rush into the center of the crowd. At this moment, he finally snatched the treasure wood back into his hands. How could he
Feeling dissatisfied, I forgot my form for a moment and burst into laughter.
This guy comes from Ozeki in the sumo wrestling world and is second only to the highest dan yokozuna. Naturally, he has a certain degree of confidence when he comes to participate this time.
In fact, in terms of physique alone, no one can compare with his more than 400 kilograms of meat. However, my heart became more and more nervous. Just now, I was crowded with this person, shoulder to shoulder and flesh to flesh.
, shoulder to shoulder, I can tell that among the more than 300 and nearly 400 people, there are still many hidden practitioners, and even I don't dare to be such a standout.
I was still worried on the periphery, but Kuroda showed in the center the momentum that one man is the master and no one can defeat him - there are 75 basic techniques in sumo wrestling. At this moment, he exerted himself to the extreme, holding the treasure in his left hand.
Mu, his right hand kept waving, using his size advantage to push away those guys who were like ants, trying to seize the treasure wood in his hand. If the critical moment came, the pillow-sized treasure wood could also be turned into a tree.
The mace knocked those guys to the ground directly.
The atmosphere is mutually contagious. Kuroda is as gentle as a cat in private, but once he officially comes on stage, he is also very tough. With his back to the quiet pavilion, he keeps cruising towards a place with few people, without knowing why.
He actually persisted for more than six minutes, which made people feel that if he persisted like this, he might be able to survive the ten-minute deadline and become the winner of the final election of the Huiyang Festival.
However, things are far from that simple. Every Huiyang Festival lasts for three to six hours. How can it end so easily? The closer to the end, the more fierce the attacks Kuroda faces. Those naked men with bare buttocks
They were all so fanatical that they risked their lives, screaming and charging forward, not caring whether they could get to the front alive.
I watched from the periphery and felt a little chilled in my heart. This is really a terrible nation. They are usually polite and gentle. Who would have thought that once they go crazy, they will be as tough as wild beasts?
I didn't step forward, but looked from a distance, and suddenly I saw a figure leaping into the air and suddenly appearing above the big fat man's head.
When I saw that thin voice, my eyes widened, my fists clenched tightly, and I shouted at Kuroda: "Fat man, get out of the way!"
The atmosphere at that time was so intense. Shouts, cheers and howls resounded throughout the world. Kuroda could not hear my shouts. However, he finally felt the danger above his head and swept away the surroundings with all his strength.
The man was pushed away, and when he looked up, he saw a big foot stepping on the top of his head.
I stood far away and didn't have time to squeeze into the center of the crowd, but I saw a cold smile on the corner of the mouth of the guy above the fat man's head.
Akamatsu Miyamoto, the guy I have been looking for, unexpectedly appeared at this time and launched the most brutal attack on the sumo man. Kuroda has been friends with me since yesterday at the hot springs, and even laughed at Miyamoto.
Ben, it's hard for me to imagine how that guy with a heart as small as a needle's eye would treat the fat man.
The answer was soon revealed. The moment Kuroda's plump head was stepped on by Miyamoto, there was a sharp click, the spine was broken, and then the head suddenly sank into the chest for a few minutes, and then blood came out from the mouth and nose.
, his huge body finally could not bear the pressure, and he was pushed by the people rushing up from around him, and fell to the ground, while the treasure wood in his arms was snatched away at the first time.
The crowd came in like locusts and receded like a tide. After Miyamoto took action, he did not stay or participate in the fight for the treasure wood, but once again disappeared into the chaotic crowd.
This man is indeed the number one master of the new generation in Japan. He is expected to replace Hirano Sube and become the Grand Priest of Ise Jingu Shrine. He has a thorough understanding of the Five Elements Escape Technique. Even I can't find it in this white naked butt.
Among them, he was captured. At the same time, he also has the most vicious intentions and a calm mind - if such a talent can grow up, he will definitely become a generational hero.
The crowd dispersed, and instead of chasing the dense and surging crowd, I slowly walked up to the cute sumo wrestler.
Kuroda-kun, who was lying down, was still plump, with his belly raised high and as soft as a mountain. Unfortunately, at this moment, he could no longer express his honest and gentle smile. After the spine in his neck was broken and his brain was crushed,
He has now become a lifeless corpse, and the blood has filled his head, forming a big pool, warm and fishy.
I took a deep breath and felt that in the cold night wind, there was the deepest malice in the world.
Among the four walls, I always paid attention to the staff inside. I had just stood next to the big fat man for a few seconds when an agile monk in black rushed over from above carrying a stretcher and checked the black man.
Tian Jianglong shook his head, and then moved him onto the stretcher. With nearly more than 400 kilograms of fat, the two skinny monks actually carried him away with brisk steps.
What I am currently in is the space between Jing Pavilion and the four surrounding walls. Baomu can only be fought for in this narrow space and cannot be taken out. On the buildings attached to the wall, there are many noble figures.
People are watching the fight here.
Seeing this, I suddenly laughed - isn't this pattern similar to how we Miao people raise Gu?
The only difference may be that we are using insects, while they are using humans like themselves, right?
Seeing the big fat man who made me feel warm turned into a dead body and being easily carried out, my heart sank. I was no longer a spectator. I tapped my toes and rushed toward the crowd over there.
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The death of one or two people can no longer stop the enthusiasm for the final election of Huiyang Festival. The competition has been fiercely carried out, and time passes bit by bit. However, when all the emotions are invested in it, no matter it is
Neither the participants nor the onlookers who shouted loudly could feel the changes.
Sometimes the madness only lasts for a moment, but sometimes it can accumulate and continue. As time advances to the later stage, although most of the weak have fallen into the limit of physical fitness, those who have restrained their strength at the beginning have begun to
As you emerge, the competition becomes more intense.
At this moment, the tiger cat is no longer by my side, and I can't understand what the people around me are shouting, but I have no scruples anymore. Anyone who dares to show his willingness to attack me will be punished by me.
In the ruthless attack, some people were very powerful, even reaching the level of Naoto the Fierce God.
However, the more this happened, the less I felt guilty about bullying. I was merciless and could knock him down, but I would never give him a chance to stand up.
But despite this, I still dare not use the power of the fat bug to poison those people.
Because I remember Lao Guang’s words clearly, if I can’t overturn the entire rule, then I will act according to the rules honestly, and if I use poison, I am afraid that Ise Shrine, which stands quietly above the Jing Pavilion,
The high priest is going to summon all his subordinates to silence me.
I don’t know why, but when I was in such a scene, not only did I not feel scared, but I also felt excited to try. I felt like I had transformed into a fat insect, and I seemed to be the destined winner. I don’t know what happened at this moment.
Can Katoya, who is locked in the quiet pavilion, be able to see me? And what kind of mood will she feel when she sees me fighting here?
Time passes slowly, the weak eat the strong, and the fittest survive. Finally, the number of people competing for the treasure wood is only within a hundred people.
At this time, I finally saw Akamatsu Miyamoto.
People are afraid of being famous, but pigs are afraid of being strong. With the reputation of being the number one master of the new generation, this guy is actually not relaxed. He has attracted the attention of most strong people. His naked body is covered with oily sweat. The lights are dim.
, but the two of us saw each other almost at the same time. At that time, I had just knocked away one of the ninjutsu masters who was good at using the Hohoin style spear technique, and he had escaped from a man who knew the proficient nine-character mantra.
The secret meditator took the treasure tree from his hand.
His eyes crossed in the air like lightning. Akamatsu Miyamoto turned around and rushed towards me without stopping. After passing several interceptors, he came to my side and said in a cold voice: "
That fat pig, Kuroda Shoryu, dared to insult me with you yesterday. Humph, are you dead? Next, it will be you!"
Akamatsu Miyamoto's figure was like lightning, passing by me, and the treasure wood stained with countless blood in his hand was thrown towards my head.
How could I be afraid of this? I moved a thousand pounds with four ounces and used Tai Chi support to block the blow. However, at this moment, I suddenly felt that this guy's strength relaxed, and the precious wood was actually handed into my arms, and Chisong
Miyamoto's body flew away, shouting something to the people around him.
After being in Japan for so many days, I have somewhat understood some vocabulary, such as the "Chinese" this guy said.
Unexpectedly, he actually wanted to use the differences between ethnic groups to incite the remaining strong men to besiege me?
I frowned, but I saw those guys who originally rushed towards Akamatsu Miyamoto, all covered in white, with ferocious faces, rushing towards me.