Chapter 335 300

Many people came in outside the tent. They were tall and strong, wearing animal leather clothes and trousers. The two sharp corners on their foreheads were particularly attractive. After saluteing the old man with a white beard, they stood respectfully. They came to see jokes. Unexpectedly, some outsiders said that they wanted to eat 300 thunder fruits. They don't believe that there will be such a powerful person at all.

Rong Duhao was a little worried. He took a thunder fruit on the plate and tasted it. Suddenly, he felt that his mouth was full of violent breath. When he opened his mouth, a flash of lightning spit out into his mouth, but then he also felt a strange fragrance permeated his throat. He had never eaten so strange. After eating one fruit, he wanted to eat another one, but he resisted it. There was no problem for him to eat four or five such fruits, but as long as he had more words, it would be difficult to say. Looking at the pile of thunder fruits piled up in front of him, Rongdu breathed a cold breath and said, "Senior, do you really want to eat so many thunder fruits?"

Zhao Qianyang smiled strangely and said, "That's, if you don't see, so many people come to watch me eat fruit. If I don't eat so many things, won't it mean that they will come for nothing?"

The old man with white beard slowly walked to Zhao Qianyang, with a proud smile on his face and said, "Outsiders, when are you going to start?"

Zhao Qianyang said, "Ha ha, let's start now."

With that, he walked to the front of Leiguo and gently went to the back. The old man with white beard saw a very strange scene. Zhao Qianyang automatically condensed a chair behind him, which was very carefully carved. Zhao Qianyang just sat on this chair. With a scratch, a thunder fruit has appeared in the palm of his hand.

All the people shouted loudly, noisy, and laughed one after another. However, his eyes stared at Zhao Qianyang's palm.

Zhao Qianyang sighed softly. He really wanted to slap these short-sighted people out. He was stared around by more than a dozen people and talked about it. He also felt a little uncomfortable eating. After he chewed and tasted the thunder fruit slowly, people talked about it. Zhao Qianyang frowned gently and continued to eat the second thunder fruit.

People are talking louder.

When Zhao Qianyang ate the third thunder fruit, there was an exclamation, and this person was glared by everyone.

The old man with white beard was worried. Zhao Qianyang ate the sixth thunder fruit, and he was still as if nothing had happened.

Soon, Zhao Qianyang ate five or six thunder fruits, and people's voices still exclaimed and turned into silence. They all widened their eyes and looked at the violent lightning flashing in Zhao Qianyang's mouth. The whole tent was full of thunder and lightning.

Zhao Qianyang muttered, "It tastes good!" He stopped.

The old man with white beard wiped the sweat on his forehead, bowed down, looked at Zhao Qianyang, who was half shorter than himself and said, "What's wrong? Don't you want to eat it anymore?" In fact, he was already very amazed how amazing it is for people who can eat more than a dozen thunder fruits. At the same time, he was also thinking about what conditions he proposed to Zhao Qianyang. After thinking about it, he decided to ask Zhao Qianyang to be the patriarch of the Hakkaqing clan. With such a terrible Hakkaqing patriarch, their family strength will definitely double.

Everyone's view of Zhao Qianyang's wooden pipe is a big change. Although Zhao Qianyang has not eaten so many thunder fruits, he has reached an unattainable position in their minds. Such strength deserves their worship and respect.

Rong Duhao was a little puzzled. Although he didn't think that Zhao Qianyang could eat so many thunder fruits, it would never be more than a dozen.

Sure enough, Zhao Qianyang stood up and said lightly, "I just eat too slowly. I believe everyone doesn't want to watch me eat here for two days and two nights."

The old man with white beard frowned. He didn't know how Zhao Qianyang wanted to eat it. Couldn't he swallow Leiguo directly in his throat? He said, "Outsiders, if you can't finish it, don't be too stubborn. We won't make it too difficult for you."

Zhao Qianyang shook his head and said lightly, "Who said I couldn't finish it?" I just want to think about how to eat faster. When he spoke, his eyes were calm and calm, and there was a confident smile on the corners of his mouth, and there was another charm in his smile.

The old man with white beard snorted coldly and shouted, "Eat...eat, I'll see how you can eat it!" Don't make us wait too much." He believes that Zhao Qianyang has reached a limit and is using it to delay time.

Everyone whispered and shot at Zhao Qianyang one after another. Only Shi Mengku stood there alone, but he still couldn't hear anything. He could only watch it eagerly. Several people greeted him, but he didn't hear anything, which made the people angry. His heart was also very angry. Zhao Qianyang was blamed. He really hoped that Zhao Qianyang would continue to eat and be supported by the energy in the thunder fruit and split into ashes.

Zhao Qianyang said lightly, "Okay!"

As his words fell to the ground, everything stopped talking, and the whole tent was audible. The gasps became very slight and careful.

Zhao Qianyang smiled and said, "I'm going to start eating..." He opened his mouth and saw that all the thunder fruits were pulled by an invisible thread and rushed quickly towards Zhao Qianyang's mouth.

Everyone's eyes widened and watched Lei Guo fly into Zhao Qianyang's mouth, as if they had fallen into a bottomless hole. Their mouths were wide open. In a minute, all the thunder fruits on the ground disappeared, and they got into Zhao Qianyang's stomach.

For a long time, there was a "bang" sound, when someone accidentally touched the table and overturned the table.

"Okay, I've finished eating." Zhao Qianyang said lightly.

The old man with a white beard kept ** at the corners of his mouth. He said, "This...this...how is this possible?"

"What's wrong with you?" Zhao Qianyang said lightly.

Rong Duhao came over and said respectfully to Zhao Qianyang, "Senior, you are really awesome."

The old man with a white beard sighed and said, "You are so small, I wonder how you ate so many things."

To make things difficult for the old man with White Beard, Zhao Qianyang smiled and his body grew in vain. In a blink of an eye, he had reached a height of more than three meters. He looked directly at the old man with White Beard and said, "Is this enough?"

The old man with white beard did not say anything. He was immersed in a deep shock. If they were soul practitioners, they would not be so surprised. The key is that their place is very special, and few powerful soul practitioners come.

"Not enough?" Zhao Qianyang asked, and his body continued to grow, "tearing" and directly broke through the roof nearly ten meters high.

"Enough, enough, enough!" The old man with white beard quickly shouted.

Zhao Qianyang had to say that their voice was very loud, and even the white-bearded old man who seemed to be about to be grounded was a little scary. Zhao Qianyang finally stopped, and the soles of his feet occupied most of the tent. Outside, the wind is cloudy and the light is flashing.

The people in the tent kept exclaiming. They actually knelt on the ground and used the highest courtesy to Zhao Qianyang. Even Shi Mengku's impression of Zhao Qianyang has greatly improved. He now believes that if he can survive, even if he is lucky, he does not consider the problem of losing his ears and hearing.

"Huo Ka!"

A flash of lightning cut through the sky, and Zhao Qianyang's body returned to its original size and said lightly, "This place is really strange. It only thunders and does not rain!" Well... How can you kneel on the ground? Get up quickly!"

The old man with white beard did not dare to be disrespectful to Zhao Qianyang. Now, not to mention Zhao Qianyang's strength, his people have been in awe of Zhao Qianyang. He stood aside tremblingly without saying a word.

All the people stood aside and respected Zhao Qianyang.

Zhao Qianyang walked to the old man with a white beard and said, "Do you remember what you said?"

"Remember...Remember!" The old man with white beard said quickly, and he felt that the account was coming.