Anyone with a clear consciousness should know that if he holds Baomu in his hand at this time, what he is holding is not the key to fame, fortune and honor, but a full explosive bag. However, once this person enters a frenzied state of mind, he is like a gambler who has lost all his fortunes.

Kuroda, who was supposed to be the first to get the treasure wood, was originally annoyed, and then he had been rushing to the center of the crowd with the advantage of his body, and finally snatched the treasure wood back into his hand at this moment.

This guy was born in the sumo world, second only to Yokozuna, the highest stage, and naturally has a certain amount of confidence when he comes to participate this time.

In fact, in terms of physique alone, his more than 400 catties of meat, there is really no one who can compare to him, but my heart is getting more and more nervous, just now I followed this flow of people for a while, shoulder to shoulder, how much can I feel that among the more than 300 people and nearly 400 people, there are still more hidden cultivators, even I don't dare to be this bird.

I'm still worried about the periphery, but Kuroda is in the center of the show of a one-man, indispensable momentum - sumo has 75 basic techniques, at this moment he played to the extreme, holding Baomu in his left hand, waving his right hand constantly, using his body advantage to push those guys who are like ants attached to him and trying to seize the treasure wood in his hands one by one, if it comes to a critical moment, the pillow Baomu can also turn into a mace, and knock those guys directly to the ground.

The atmosphere is all mutually infectious, Kuroda is as gentle as a cat in private, but once he officially plays, he is also very strong, with his back against the Jing Pavilion, constantly cruising towards the place where there are few people, and unconsciously, he insisted on more than six minutes, making people feel that if he persists like this, he may be able to carry the ten-minute deadline and become the winner of the final election of the Huiyang Festival.

However, things are far from that simple, each festival lasts for three to six hours, where can it end so easily, the closer to the end, the more ferocious the attack Kuroda faces, those naked men with bare ass have become fanatical to the point of forgetting to die, constantly screaming, charging forward, not caring whether they can squeeze to the front alive or not.

I watched from the periphery, and my heart felt a little chilly, this is really a terrible people, usually polite, Si Swenwen, who would have thought that once he launched a madness, he would be as fierce as a beast?

I didn't step forward, but watched from a distance, and suddenly I saw a figure leap into the air and suddenly appear above the big fat man's head.

Seeing the thin voice, my eyes widened, my fists clenched tightly, and I shouted at Kuroda, "Fatty, get out of the way!" ”

The atmosphere was so intense, with screams, cheers, and wails that Kuroda could hear me, but he still felt the danger above his head, and swept away the people around him, and when he looked up, he saw a big foot stepping on the top of his head.

I stood in the distance, too late to squeeze into the center of the crowd, but I saw the corner of the fat man's mouth on the top of his head, and there was a cold smile.

Miyamoto Akamatsu, the guy I've been looking for, appeared at this time and launched the most brutal attack on the sumo wrestler. Kuroda has befriended me since yesterday's hot springs, and he also laughed at Miyamoto, and I can't imagine how that guy with a small heart like a needle's eye would treat a big fat man.

The answer was soon revealed, Kuroda's fat head was stepped on by Miyamoto at the moment of a crisp click, the spine broke, and then the head sank sharply into the chest cavity for a few minutes, and then blood came out of the mouth and nose, and the huge body finally couldn't bear the pressure, and was pushed by the people who rushed up around him, and fell to the ground with a bang, and the treasure wood in his arms was snatched away at the first time.

The crowd surged like locusts and retreated like a tide, and after Miyamoto made a move, he did not stay or participate in the battle for Baomu, but once again disappeared into the chaotic crowd.

This person really deserves to be the first master of the new generation in Japan, and is expected to replace Hirono Zhube as the chief priest of Ise Jingu, and he has a very thorough understanding of the Five Elements Escape Technique, even I, it is difficult to capture his figure in this white flower's bare ass. At the same time, he also has the most vicious intentions and a cool head - such a talent, if he can grow up, will surely become a generation of heroes.

The crowd dispersed, and instead of chasing the dense crowd, I slowly walked up to the cute sumo wrestler.

Kuroda-kun who was lying down was still fat, his belly was high and soft, but it was a pity that at this moment, he could no longer make a simple and gentle smile, after the fracture of the neck and spine and the crushing of the brain cavity, he has now become a lifeless corpse, the blood has filled his head, a big pool, warm and fishy.

I took a deep breath and felt that in this cold night wind, there was the deepest malice in this world.

In the four walls, there are staff who always pay attention to the inside, I just stood next to the big fat man for a few seconds, and immediately a nimble black-clothed monk rushed over from above Yuexia, carrying a stretcher, checked Kuroda Jianglong's body, shook his head, and then moved him to the stretcher, nearly more than four hundred catties of fat, these two thin monks were carried away briskly.

What I am in now is the space between the Jing Pavilion and the surrounding four besieged cities, and the treasure wood can only fight in this narrow space, and cannot be taken out of the wall, and above the buildings attached to the wall, there are many people of noble status watching the battle between them.

Seeing this, I suddenly laughed - isn't this pattern similar to our Miao Jiang people raising Gu?

The only difference may be that we use worms, and they are using humans like themselves, right?

Seeing the big fat man who made me feel warm turned into a dead corpse and was easily carried out of the body, my heart sank, no longer a spectator, and I rushed towards the flow of people on my tiptoes.

The death of one or two people can no longer stop the frenzy of the final election of the Huiyang Festival, the competition has been fiercely going on, and time is passing bit by bit, but when all the emotions are put into it, neither the participants nor the shouting onlookers can feel the changes in it.

Sometimes the madness is only for a while, but sometimes it can be accumulated forever, and as time progresses to the later stages, although most of the weak ones have fallen into the limit period of physical fitness, but those who have gathered their strength at first have begun to emerge, and the competition is becoming more and more fierce.

At this moment, the tiger cat is no longer by my side, and I can't understand what these people around me are shouting, but I have no scruples, anyone who dares to show a willingness to attack me will suffer from my merciless blows, and some people are very strong, and they have even reached the level of a fierce god Naoto.

However, the more this is the case, the less guilt I feel about bullying, I am merciless, I can beat him to his stomach, and I will never give him a chance to stand up.

But despite this, I still didn't dare to use the strength of the fat bugs to poison those people.

Because I clearly remember the words of the old light, if I can't overturn the whole rule, then I will honestly follow the rules, and if I use Gu poison, I am afraid that the Ise Jingu Grand Priest, who is standing on the Jing Pavilion, will gather all his subordinates to kill me.

I don't know what happened to Lu Dao, but in such a scene, not only did I not feel afraid, but I also had a kind of excitement to try, I felt that I had become a fat worm, and I seemed to be the victor of that fate. I wonder if Aya Kato, who is locked in the quiet pavilion at this moment, will be able to see me, and what kind of mood will she feel when she sees me fighting here?

Time passed slowly, the weak ate the strong, the fittest survived, and the people competing for the treasure wood were finally only within a hundred.

At this time, I finally saw Akamatsu Miyamoto.

People are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, and with the name of the first master of the new generation, this guy is actually not easy, he has received the attention of most of the strong people, and his smooth body is full of the sweat of oil. The lights were dim, but the two of us saw each other at about the same time, and at that time, I had just knocked one of the ninjutsu masters who was good at using the Treasure Academy's stray spear technique into the air, and he had snatched the treasure wood from a Dongmi meditator who knew how to master the nine-character mantra.

His eyes crossed like lightning in the air, and Akamatsu Miyamoto turned his footsteps and rushed towards me without stopping, and after passing several interceptors, he arrived beside me and said in a cold voice: "Kuroda Sholong, that fat pig, dared to insult me with you yesterday, hum, is it dead?" Next, it's you! ”

Miyamoto's form was like lightning, and he staggered past me, and the treasure tree in his hand, stained with countless blood, was thrown towards my head.

Where would I be afraid of this, a four-two-to-one thousand catties, Tai Chi support, and blocked this blow, but at this moment, I suddenly felt that this guy's strength was loosened, and the treasure wood was actually handed to my arms, and Akamatsu Miyamoto's body flew away, shouting something to the people around him.

After coming to Japan for so many days, I have somewhat understood some words, such as "Chinese" in this guy's mouth.

Unexpectedly, he actually wanted to use the difference between nations and countries to incite those remaining strong people to besiege me?

I frowned, but I saw that the guys who had been rushing towards Miyamoto Akamatsu were all facing me with hideous faces.