"Knock"

The young man in the flower robe struck the gong and drum heavily, he cleared his throat, and then ripped open his throat and shouted: "In the first round, the iron-backed fan dragon meat is fifty catties!

"Ironback Fan Dragon!"

Seeing the mountain of fifty catties of iron-backed fan dragon meat in front of him, Mo Fan's face paused for a moment, and he didn't eat it directly.

You must know that this iron-backed fan dragon lives on the cliff all year round, with developed limbs, a strong body, and a body of muscles, so few people use it as meat, not only because its flesh is pantothenic and sour, but because its meat is really difficult to chew and swallow.

Directly opposite the competition table, there was a small red lacquered table, on which a simmer of quiet incense had begun to burn slowly.

"Let's haw~"

Thirty people, the other twenty-nine people immediately showed their appetites, they desperately stuffed pieces of meat into their mouths, puffed out their cheeks, and chewed hard, and Mo Fan was in a daze!

"Come on!"

As the game officially began, the crowd of onlookers were red and emotional, and they shouted for the players they were betting on.

The young man in the flower robe paced with his steps, his chest straight, and his unique slender voice pulled the atmosphere of the scene, "The competition has begun, in the face of the rough and flexible iron-backed fan dragon meat, the thirty players have each shown a good pair of teeth, and so on!"

Suddenly, the young man in the flower robe stared, his face was shocked, and he looked at Mo Fan in shock, "Twenty-nine, what are you doing on the twenty-nine?"

At this time, everyone's eyes hurriedly looked at the place where the young man in the flower robe said, and saw Mo Fan sitting there with his eyes slightly narrowed, and he didn't blink his eyes for a long time.

"Haha, I'm afraid this kid is scared silly!"

"Of course, after all, this No. 30 is the crazy iron of the Hanging City Iron Villa, and there is a good show to watch now!"

"What? The fierce man is here too!"

Everyone looked different, pointed out one after another, and discussed.

Mo Fan came back to his senses, looked at the slowly burning Jingshen incense, his face suddenly tightened, and he secretly scolded that he was in a daze at this time, he hurriedly grabbed a huge piece of meat, opened his big mouth, and bit it hard.

In the mouth, a sourness hit the mouth, it felt like rancid meat that had been put for a long time in summer, Mo Fan's teeth slammed hard, tore off a piece of meat, and then chewed it quickly, almost all the meat bitten in this bite was with a thick fascia, Mo Fan chewed a few times and found that this meat was really firewood and hard, but he didn't expect that eating meat now has become a painful thing for him.

With the passage of time, Mo Fan had eaten ten catties of iron-backed fan dragon meat with difficulty, and there were still forty catties left in front of him! With just a glance, Mo Fan found that he was the slowest among the thirty people, and the others were all swallowing like a storm, and some people were even about to finish eating.

"Knock"

After beating the gongs and drums, the young man in the flower robe stood up again, his face was full of smiles, his eyes swept around, and he said loudly: "Half of the time for a stick of incense has passed, and the game is about to enter the most interesting part, that is, grab the number plate! If you have the ability to grab someone else's number plate, you can eliminate this person and occupy his position! If you grab three number plates, you will directly advance to the final game!"

"Don't leave the table with your hands, don't break the table, don't hurt others, violators, expel the game!

As the words of the young man in the flower robe fell, the atmosphere of the scene was ignited in an instant, the woman was no longer reserved, screaming and waving a fragrant handkerchief, the man was red-faced, his fists were clenched, and he waved his arms and shouted, which could be seen that this was their favorite part.

"Bang!"

Before Mo Fan could understand what was going on, there was a continuous force on the table, and then the table shook a few times, almost throwing out the pile of meat in front of him, but fortunately, Mo Fan quickly protected his iron-backed fan dragon meat.

The ground under his feet was also trembling, Mo Fan was stuffing the pieces of meat into his mouth, and at the same time, he glanced to the side with his spare eyes, only to see that the people on the table stood up, pressing the table with one hand, and fighting with the people next to him with the other. Especially the freckled face fat man who sat in the first place, he was wearing a small round hat, and there were four people next to him who were punching and kicking him, and then looking at his face, there was not much left of fifty catties of iron-backed fan dragon meat.

"No. 2, No. 3, No. 4, and No. 5 all attacked No. 1 at the same time, wanting to occupy his position, it seems that No. 1's situation is precarious, but he is an eighth-level battle spirit master who is famous for his defense, Dafa Zhong, and Luomen Gusan!" said the young man in the flower robe with a rich expression and a subdued and frustrated explanation.

I didn't expect there to be this kind of rule, Mo Fan was slightly surprised, but fortunately he didn't have any movement here, after all, he was the one with the most meat left, and no one would come over to grab the number plate with him.

It's amazing! This man called Crazy Iron actually finished eating! Mo Fan's pupils shrank, and he felt pressured, but since he could eat metal as a snack, there was no pressure at all to eat this iron-backed fan dragon meat.

"Crazy Iron! Crazy Iron! Crazy Iron!"

Seeing that Crazy Iron was the first to eat fifty catties of iron-backed fan dragon meat, those gold lords who bet on him suddenly looked extremely excited, and began to chant Crazy Iron's name continuously.

In addition to using spiritual power to digest the food in his stomach, Mo Fan also had to use a lot of spiritual power to keep him sitting and protect the iron-backed fan dragon meat in front of him, the table shook violently, and the air next to him gradually became viscous, mixed with all kinds of breaths on the other players, and for a while, the long table was in chaos.

There is still a small half of the time left for a stick of incense to pass, and there are already ten contestants who have been eliminated, and they have retired from the stage in disgrace, the meat is not good, and they have lost three hundred gold coins in vain, bad luck!

Mo Fan sped up the progress, and swallowed it directly after chewing the meat in his mouth, although the throat was painful, but in order to survive the first round, Mo Fan had to work hard!

On the way, a big man in gray with muscular bumps smiled and came to trouble Crazy Iron, but he was miserable, he didn't say a word, and was kicked out of the stage by Crazy Iron.

From beginning to end, Mo Fan calmly sat there eating meat, letting go of all kinds of scuffles in front of him, you pushed me, but no one came to trouble him, because the pile of meat in front of him couldn't attract the attention of others at all.

And the last five pounds!

Mo Fan gently rubbed his sore throat and cheeks, gladly glanced at the crazy iron who was putting his legs on the table and leisurely eating metal, and kicked the sixth-level battle spirit master, this person is very strong! Fortunately, he didn't come to trouble him.

With a deep breath, Mo Fan licked his lips, his eyes were fierce, he grabbed the piece of meat, and devoured it desperately.

"Ten, nine, eight, ......"

With the last wisp of green smoke coming out of the Jingshen incense, driven by the young man in the flower robe, the emotions of the onlookers reached the highest point, and at this time, the sound shook like thunder, and they counted down to end the first round.

Immediately after, the first round was over, a total of sixteen people were eliminated, and the faces of the gold lords who bet on them were a little ugly for a moment, and they kept cursing ugly words in their mouths, and then they threw their eyes back to the stage, preparing to bet on the second round, to see if they could make a profit in the second round.

Mo Fan swallowed the last piece of meat in the fifth second, and he ate it from beginning to end, and he passed the first round peacefully.

Some gold owners saw that Mo Fan had successfully advanced to the second round, and their eyes lit up, and this seemingly strange but normal method suddenly made them interested, and they hurriedly squeezed to the place where they bet.

"Raise! I'll win with a twenty-nine!"

"I'll buy the twenty-nine too!"

"No. 29, bet 100,000 gold coins!"

A faint sound instantly quieted the noisy crowd, and they all gasped and looked at each other.

Oh, my God!

100,000 gold coins!

In the place where everyone's eyes were looking, Su Yunge slowly stepped down from the steps on the second floor heroically, his handsome and delicate, flawless face actually aroused the ...... of many women present Eat one's heart out!

It was Su Yunge who said that he wanted to bet 100,000 gold coins, he calmly walked to the place where he bet and handed over a silver-gray space ring, Mo Fan was urging the spiritual power in his body to digest the food in his stomach, and looked at Su Yunge dumbfounded, this guy actually bet 100,000 gold coins on himself!

If you lose later, wouldn't that be ......