Chapter 851

This palm of Zhitian Xiuchuan played very hard. His opponent suffered a serious internal injury and had to stay in bed for at least a month to recover slowly.

However, the Feihong sect disciple didn't admit defeat first. Everyone heard it and couldn't say anything. He could only bury his hatred in his heart.

After the competition, Hideki Zhitian played seven or eight more games. It was almost noon, and the gong sounded when half of the number was left. The meeting was suspended and began to eat and rest. The players who had not yet played were adjusted and waiting for the competition in the afternoon.

Except for the elders of some sects and aristocratic families and respected martial artists, other players eat together in the dining hall set up in advance by Feihong sect, so there are many people, and the meals are carefully prepared and very rich.

Originally, Shen Feng was sitting with Zhang Yong, but Yue Shaner, Xue Qing and the three women in red tea sat at their table. Zhang never wanted to be this super low-level big light bulb, so he went to another table very wisely.

Shen Feng ate with three beautiful women at the same time, which can be said to envy others, and all men cast envious eyes.

In the competition this morning, Yue Shaner and Xue Qing both played, but they all ended in failure. Only tea has not been on the stage, and tea's opponent is song Xianyi, who has not yet appeared among the four players of Dongdao shrine.

"Don't try to be brave when you meet that Dongdao man in the afternoon. Although he looks ill, it must be not simple." Shen Feng told tea while eating.

After listening to Shen Feng's words, red tea warmed her heart and nodded silently. She also knew that these East islanders were not easy to provoke.

Just as several people were talking, a noisy voice came from a distance.

Among the crowd, Yoshima terashima is the most eye-catching. Because of his huge body, he went to the place where he cooked and directly picked up a bucket full of white rice to go.

"What are you doing? Put it down." The cook cheered to the wild man of terashima.

"Of course it's dinner. Can't you eat anyway?" Terashimano said in a stiff Chinese language.

The cook was not angry and said, "if you want to eat, take a plate. In China, you can only use a bucket for feeding pigs."

"Baga, what are you talking about?" The Temple Island Wild Man roared, like carrying a chicken, grabbed the cook's neck and picked it up for him.

The cook lifted his feet off the ground, felt a stagnation of breath, kept kicking and struggling

"What are you doing, running wild in our Chinese territory?"

Xue Hao came from the middle of the crowd. The performance of the East Island shrine had already aroused his dissatisfaction. Moreover, he had a festival with the East Island people for a long time and was the first to stand up.

Xue Hao's stand up was supported by all the Chinese martial artists present, because today, the cruelty of the East Island shrine was seen in the eyes, and he had been dissatisfied with them for a long time. He wanted to rush up and teach the East Island sumo wrestler a lesson now.

"Who told him not to give me food and said I was a pig!" Murmured the wild man of terashima.

"You eat in a bucket, not a pig." Xue Hao sneered.

"Smelly boy!" As soon as terashimano's eyes were heavy, his opponent threw the cook aside and turned to Xue Hao.

Xue Hao played in the morning. He and Xue Qing came to join the fun this time. He also knew himself very well. After two moves with his opponent, he admitted defeat, and now he doesn't think he is this big opponent.

"What are you doing? Do you want to be hard?" Xue Hao was unforgiving and didn't step back, because he knew that so many people wouldn't look at it.

"If you want to do it, we will accompany you to the end!" Some martial artists who thought they were strong took a step forward and shouted loudly.

Facing the angry Chinese martial artists, the wild man of terashima also counseled.

"What the hell happened!"

At this time, Hideki Toyoda came over with several other people on the East Island. Sasaki and Saburo Yoshino, as leaders, are not here now. Hideki Toyoda is undoubtedly the most powerful person.

"Zhitian Jun, they don't give food and say we are pigs." The wild man of terashima replied.

"Eat in a bucket, not a pig!" Xue Hao cold tunnel.

As soon as his voice fell, a ferocious smile appeared at the corners of song Xianyi's mouth. A fine light suddenly flashed at the bottom of his eyes, and an imperceptible force quietly penetrated from his body.

"Ah..." Xue Hao felt a splitting headache. He covered his head and fell down. He kept rolling on the ground, with a sad scream in his mouth.

If you were other martial artists here, you might not have such a big reaction, but Xue Hao's strength is still too weak.

The Chinese martial artists present didn't know why, so they didn't understand why.

"What have you done!" Several Chinese warriors stepped forward and asked the hostages.

"Everyone saw it, but we didn't do anything." Hidekawa Toyoda smiled.

"You..." those Chinese martial artists want to refute, but they can't find evidence, because few Chinese martial artists use this mysterious means, so that most Chinese martial artists don't understand it now, and this means is despised by China.

For the time being, they can only watch Xue Hao roll on the ground and have nothing to do. No one knows how to crack it.

Several disciples of the demon sect who ate in the corner frowned. Although they had been paying attention to this side, they didn't mean to help.

Just then, Zhang Yong darted out of the crowd and came to Xue Hao. The silver light flashed in his hand. A silver needle pierced Xue Hao's head and another silver needle pierced his middle finger.

After the silver needle fell, the pain gradually subsided, and Xue Hao recovered his peace.

Songxian frowned. He didn't expect his attack to be effectively controlled so soon.

"The art of soul control, I didn't expect that the East Island shrine still retains such a mean means!" Zhang Yong stood up. A pair of sharp eyes passed through the gold wire glasses and looked at Songxian, whose eyebrows were locked.

As soon as Zhang Yong's voice fell, Shen Feng came over from one side and directly walked towards Songxian.

Looking at Shen Feng coming, he immediately stood in front of song Xianyi and whispered, "what do you want to do!"

But Shen Feng ignored his scolding and continued to walk forward.

"Baga!" Seeing that he ignored himself, he growled and hit Shen Feng with his hand. He had seen Shen Feng's performance in the challenge arena. This palm was very powerful.

Shen Feng looked at the meat palm and didn't mean to dodge, but there was a cold flash in the bottom of his eyes. He grabbed it like lightning