"Good job, my Xinghua children are really good!" In the audience, the people of Xinghua raised their eyebrows again and cheered.

The audience in Guanghuaguo was silent, and the uneasy premonition in their hearts became stronger and stronger.

"Next, Guanghuaguo, Zhou Xian!" Mr. Mizuki's words fell, and a young man with a calm face stepped onto the test table.

Attentive people noticed that not only did he have a calm face, but even the steps under his feet were much heavier than those of the previous Guanghua elite.

"Beautiful man, it's your turn, don't let me down." Lorne jumped off the test bench and said to the white fat man.

"Don't worry, I won't lose to you." The white fat man quickly stuffed the chicken leg into his mouth, said vaguely, and then trotted all the way to the stage, and continued to stuff air-dried pheasants, air-dried hares, air-dried wild ducks and other dried meat into his mouth.

All around, everyone showed strange looks, is this white and fat guy reincarnated as a starving ghost, how can he eat it like this?

"Xinghua Kingdom, Jun Lansheng challenges you." When saluting, Jun Lansheng continued to stuff the jerky into his mouth.

"Otherwise, you eat first, and we'll do it when you're done." Zhou Xian said kindly.

Seeing that his opponent was such a fat man, his mood was much lighter.

The Holy Master refines his muscles and bones outside, cultivates the Holy Qi inside, and when he cultivates to a certain extent, he will be able to open the valley, even if it is just the realm of fighting saints, it will not be a big problem if he does not eat or drink for a few days, and if he is dedicated to cultivation, the Holy Master will rarely waste his spirit on eating.

So normally, the Holy Master is not too fat, and it is extremely rare to see a white fat man.

The so-called brain full of intestinal fat, that's what it says. is full of brains, the intelligence level is generally not too high, and the skills are not too good, and the final cultivation will not be too high, of course.

In fact, the white fat man is not too fat, just because he is white, so he will give people the feeling of being white and fat, but in any case, the strength of such a fat man is usually not too high, which is an indisputable fact.

It is only natural that Zhou Xuan is relaxed because of this.

"No, I'm full." The white fat man stuffed the last piece of jerky, wiped his mouth and said.

"Eat, you're welcome, our Guanghua country has been a state of etiquette since ancient times, you are a guest from afar, if your stomach is not full, even if I win, I will not win, right?" Zhou Xian followed the kind persuasion.

If you eat too much, you will definitely be able to hold it up, and if you hold it up, it will be more inconvenient to move? Therefore, he hopes that the fat man in front of him eats as much as possible, and if he can survive on the stage, it will be the most perfect.

"Since you've said so, I'll eat a little more." The white fat man said and took out the jerky again and gnawed on it.

"Okay, okay, I'll wait for you, you eat slowly, don't be in a hurry." Zhou Xian said unhurriedly, his smile was so soft.

So, the white fat man continued to eat.

Seeing this scene, all the Xinghua audience in the audience were a black line: As for it? How many days have you not eaten, how can you be so hungry?

If you really love to eat so much, when you return to Xinghua, I will ask you to eat from morning to night, it's a competition, don't you know that if you eat too much, you will be incapacitated?

Do you want to crush your opponent to death with fat, please someone else has a sword in their hand! Even if you grow dozens of pounds of fat, how many swords can you block others?