Seeing this group of sleek and fierce men glaring straight at me with those wolf-like eyes, I suddenly had a strange feeling in my heart, as if this thing in my hand was not a treasure wood, but a large piece of soap.

There is a rule in the Huiyang Festival, Baomu represents the favor of the gods, and if you take the initiative to abandon it, it will be spurned and punished by the gods, so I can't throw down the hot potato in my hand in a bright way. Even Akamatsu Miyamoto, this guy wants to fix me, but he also quietly alternately handes it out, this technique is so subtle and fast, except for a few big people with eyes like torches, where can ordinary people know the mystery of this.

This is the home of that dog day, and I don't think anyone will deliberately arrest him.

According to common sense, I should probably be like him, and also cleverly hand out that thing, even if it is possible to be criticized at the very end, it is better than being besieged by hundreds of naked men. However, the moment I received the treasure tree, I just glanced at the top of the Jing Pavilion.

It was that hurried glance that I seemed to see a ray of light, and I didn't know what was going on, but I was sure that Ya was also watching me.

Yes, she should be on top of the Silent Pavilion and keep an eye on me, right? When she saw me coming from thousands of miles to Japan, what was she thinking at first glance? ——A lot of pride rose inexplicably in my heart, and I remembered the sigh of the miscellaneous hairy trail to me before departure, there are always some things in this life, you didn't do it at the time, and you regret it in retrospect, so if you encounter any dilemma, then do it without regrets.

It's a tiger, so why cower?

My mood suddenly brightened, what kind of bullshit number one master, is nothing more than a guy who plays with intrigues. Can such a person understand what is the way of strength? I didn't have the heart to turn around and flee, one foot stepped forward, the other foot steady, riding a horse and squatting on the crotch, the dantian was heavy, showing a momentum of ten thousand people, posing to welcome the guests, and roared: "Fuck your mother, come on, come, who will kill who!" ”

My "mountain" character is condensed, and the stone under my feet can't bear the force, and it also shows cracks radiating away.

Akamatsu Miyamoto also made this scene that shocked Lao Guang the day before yesterday, but between movement and stillness, the realm is very different. My side is determined, and the other side is even more fearless of death, one is for this carp leaping dragon gate Huiyang Festival jackpot, and second, as Miyamoto Akamatsu instigated, I am a Chinese!

Japan is a single nation, although the education received on weekdays is also the same as that of Western free people, but when that national mood rushes into the brain, the madness that bursts out is also shocking, although I don't understand Japanese, but I can probably guess what the poisonous snake of Miyamoto Akamatsu is saying, empathy, if this is China, I guess everyone in the field will also go crazy.

The villains and poisonous snakes that fanned the flames were everywhere in this world, and I had seen a lot of them, and I didn't care at all, since I decided to win with the royal way, I faced the battle without any tricks.

The first person who rushed in front of me was a strong man with a bloody face, and without saying a word, he flew up and kicked me in the door.

This kick is like a gale, the strength is enough to reach a thousand catties, I am still hesitating how to resist the enemy, this can be regarded as a clear understanding, directly a wrong body, the slender right leg of this guy in the hand, homeopathic area, hands on his shoulders a few acupoints, cut off the blood and cut off the pulse, so that he has no power to resist, and then use this human body as a stick, sweeping a large area.

Get out of the white blade, kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for thousands of miles.

With one person in my hand, I was no longer afraid, and I took the treasure tree under my ribs, and used people as sticks, rushing left and right to kill, unstoppable.

At that moment, Tong Linge, Zhao Dengyu, Zhang Zizhong, the big knife team, millions of Sichuan troops, countless martyrs traveled through time and space, possessed by heroic spirits, I am not fighting alone, the soul that existed a hundred years ago entered the chest, and countless yellowed old photos recording the tragedy came to mind, I immediately felt that my brain was hot, my eyes were red, and I roared wildly, people were like arrows, feet were like dragons, rushing left and right, and I no longer wanted to control the crazy demons.

The rows of white flesh in front of me were no longer a threat, but the object of my anger.

At that moment, I showed my most powerful side in more than four years, and all the scenes disappeared from my consciousness, replaced by black or colored lines. The black lines are the direction of the attack that is not as powerful as the threat, while the colored ones are divided into different levels depending on the intensity of the color.

This is not a substantial change, but a kind of induction in the artistic conception, surrounded by hundreds of people, and these people are still the strongest hands left behind, I naturally can't not be attacked a little, so I can only calculate all the attack strength to the extreme, so that I can suffer as little as possible.

This melee came and went quickly, because after I was punched twice in the back, there was no mercy from my subordinates, as long as I didn't die, how could I greet him, then how to greet him, whether it was the little grappler taught by the miscellaneous little Taoist, or the Cangzhou martial arts taught by the tattered shopkeeper, or the fighting techniques in the army that I learned in the training camp, and even the means I realized on the edge of life and death, all of them were integrated together at this moment.

At the same time, I learned a lot from other people's strengths, and I suddenly had a realization at this moment - the so-called martial arts is to defeat the other party.

All roads lead to Rome, all changes are inseparable from it, after simplifying, it is a big wave of sand, the strong stand, the weak lie down, the back wall frantically fought and not long after, the offensive finally came to a standstill, I looked around, and saw that I had finally broken through the dense crowd of people.

Among this pile of naked men with white flowers, there are not without masters, and there are several guys whose cultivation can even compare to the level of Elder Maoshan.

Before we came, the senior brother told us not to underestimate the heroes of the world, especially Japan, after all, this country's reservation of this kind of knowledge is far deeper than that of China. But at this moment, I am already evil to the side of the guts, the harder the stubble, the more fierce the blow, and the ferocity is inexplicable.

There is a young man with facial paralysis who cultivates the famous "Straight Heart Shadow Stream" in Japan, using his hand as a sword, and the sharp point can actually smash the stone fence on the edge of the Jing Pavilion, if people are hit, he is afraid that he will be crushed with a blow, but this kind of master has not yet shown the strongest strength, and he was kicked by the "yellow dog peeing" that reached the peak of my move, and kicked the words that were tightly wrapped in the crotch cloth, and snorted, and smashed directly on the wall, as if silent.

The same plot continues, it's not that they are not powerful, but their hands are empty, and there is only a crotch cloth on their whole body, which is really difficult to play.

It was only when many of the best players had knocked me to the ground that these ant-like guys finally paused and allowed me to catch my breath. I don't know how long it has been, but the bell for the end of the final election has not sounded, although I have killed all sides at this time, but I have also suffered a lot of black fists, a body of dark injuries, if it were not for the fat bugs and the yin and yang fish cyclone in the sea of air dual-core support, I am afraid that I will also be paralyzed to the end, but even so, I am also full of pride, looking around, looking at those guys who are a little cowering, and shouting: "Who else!" ”

A bunch of naked men moaning in pain underground, in this cold early spring night, the steaming sweat after the scuffle flowed freely, I shouted here arrogantly, and there was an incomparably happy feeling in my heart—this pleasure was indescribable, and it made me tremble with excitement on my spiritual level.

And when I was excited to see all the mountains, the smooth Akamatsu Miyamoto walked out slowly from the oblique side, pushed away the two crumbling guys next to him, looked at me with an arrogant face, and said coldly: "After defeating this garbage, do you really think that you are the veritable hundred people who have been killed?" Let me tell you the truth, since I came to participate in the final election of the Huiyang Festival and vowed to win the treasure tree, the best young people of my Yamato nation have not come to participate, one is to give me face, and the other is to fear me. Hmph, if you want to win the title of the strongest lucky general, you think too beautifully, this time, either you die, or you step on my corpse and go to meet Miss Yaya! ”

Time is limited, this guy didn't talk more nonsense, he stepped forward, there were a large number of cracks on the ground, and the next second, Akamatsu Miyamoto suddenly appeared in front of me, raising his fist and slamming it towards my face.

Rumble! There was a flame on the fist, and the hot wind spilled out from between the fist bones, filled with the fierce power of the scorching sun.

This is a charged blow that Miyamoto has been waiting for a long time, I thought I could knock me down at once, but his expectation gave me a simple immovable Ming King Seal to seal, hearing me spit out a firm "Vajrasattva Heart Mantra" in my mouth, Miyamoto, who retreated and grounded, raised his eyebrows, and asked unexpectedly: "Dongmi Jiuyan, those who are fighting in the army, are all arrayed in front?" ”

The nine-character mantra is the secret of heaven and earth, the Taoist Buddha and the witch legend are all inherited, Miyamoto learned the Japanese Eastern Secret, and mine is the Nine Societies Mandala, the two are generally similar, but the subtleties are far apart. I didn't pay attention to his question, but kept breathing back, estimating in my heart, and then realized that after this scuffle, it was really difficult to say which would win or lose against the first master of the young generation of small Japan.

This guy saw that my face was constantly changing, and he knew that I was recovering from breath, and he didn't delay, and he rushed to attack, and the fist and leg shadow were like a storm, crackling and falling, and I was not afraid, and I fought hard with it, and the fight was quite lively for a while.

The time is approaching, I am not in a hurry, but Akamatsu Miyamoto is becoming more and more impatient, a few attacks to block me, his face changed, a pat of the pectoralis major muscle, suddenly the crotch cloth squirmed, and from there came two howls of vicissitudes that seemed to come from the ancient wilderness, and the whole world was a little colder, and there was a mountain rain about to come and the wind was full of buildings.

This guy became black, majestic, and the momentum of the sky was about to be overwhelming, but at this moment, a bell suddenly rang from the Jing Pavilion - bell, ten minutes have arrived, and the final election is over.