Chapter 778: 778 I'm Sorry
Chapter 778 778 lifts a rock and hits himself in the foot
Unconsciously, another half hour passed. The figures were still staggered on the stage, and the sound of swords rang.
Under the stage, those Guanghua Saint Masters had already closed their mouths.
Start with two swords to block one sword, and then four swords to block one sword. Logically speaking, the consumption of holy energy is doubled or even quadrupled. Don't say holy, even the soul sage may not be able to withstand such consumption of holy energy.
Fatty Bai should have fallen on the stage without any support, or even died of anger, but he was still alive and kicking, except that his face was slightly tired, he was no different from before.
It was Zhou Xian, his face turned pale as paper, the sweat of Dou Da ran down his cheeks, his footsteps became vain, and he was obviously on the verge of exhaustion of the holy spirit.
At this time, Zhou Xian was so depressed that he just wanted to cry.
Four times the consumption of holy energy, but it can be dragged until now, so that he is about to get down. This dead fat man is still living and vigorous as if there is nothing wrong. How can he get such a rich holy energy?
Well, it’s fine if you have a lot of holy spirit, but where do you have such agile skills, where can you have such a fast sword speed?
In order to make a quick battle, Zhou Xian used his sword skills to the limit. No matter the mystery of the sword or the speed of his shots, he was absolutely comparable to the Soul Sage, but the fat man on the opposite side was still able to deal with it.
Who said that fat people are sluggish, and who said that if they eat too much, they have inconvenience? Lie, the stories in fairy tales are all lie.
Zhou Xian became more depressed when he thought about it, and sorrowful the more he thought about it, the last remaining holy energy in his body also passed by at an astonishing speed.
"Dang!" Blocking Bai Fatty's sword again, Zhou Xian finally softened and fell to the sky, and the sword fell weakly.
Looking at Zhou Xian, who was on the stage panting and rolling his eyes like a dead fish, both Guanghua and Xinghua audiences were stunned.
It was not Fatty Bai who was dragged to death in the end, but Zhou Xian. How could this be possible?
"Where do you have such abundant holy energy?" After a dozen or so breaths, Zhou Xian regained some strength and asked with difficulty.
"Do you really think I have eaten so much for nothing?" Bai Fatty said disapprovingly, and at the same time took out a piece of jerky and stuffed it into his mouth to chew.
Everyone was surprised to see that after eating this piece of jerky, the exhaustion on Fatty Bai’s face was swept away, and his eyes became radiant.
This fat man can actually make up for the holy spirit by eating meat! Oh my God, where did this monster come from? Could it be that a monster turned into a human form? The people who were sluggish at first became even more sluggish.
In fact, not only eating meat, Fatty Bai’s eating vegetables can also make up for the holy spirit, as long as he cooks it with herbs by himself.
"Master Patriarch, do you want to light firecrackers to set off fireworks?" A weak voice of inquiries sounded from the crowd.
"Go!" In response to him, someone yelled in anger, and the big feet magnified infinitely in front of them.
"Hahahaha, it's no wonder that he has been eating wildly before he came to power. It turned out to be because of this. He is very talented and talented." A Xinghua Saint Master laughed loudly, and finally understood why Fatty Bai was on stage. That's a feast.
"The ridiculous Zhou Xian also advised him to eat more, now he lifted a rock and hit him in the foot." The companion beside him also couldn't help laughing.
Recalling Zhou Xian's diligence before the start of the competition, persuading Fatty Bai to eat more, his soft and sincere smile, let alone the people of Xinghua Country, even the eyes of the people of Guanghua Country looking at Zhou Xian Full of sympathy.
(End of this chapter)
