Who put Fatty Blue in my pocket?

"Damn! I! I!" Wu Lin's expression was excited, and his hand speed flew up even faster, and afterimages appeared, followed by countless ""

! ", brother! One move in seconds!"

"How did you do it? Why haven't you seen

such an awesome prop?" "The first in District 7 is gone without even letting out a fart!

Looking at Wu Lin's words of praise in the dialog box, Wen Fan admitted that there was a hint of coolness. typed back: "Wrong, he just farted too much on stage to end up like this."

In addition to Wu Lin, there were many people who obtained Wen Fan's contact information from various channels, and Wen Fan's mobile phone "Dididi" rang non-stop at this time.

These people are divided into two categories, one is running for the air cannon in Wen Fan's hand, many people didn't see how Wen Fan did it just now, and they were very interested in the metallic tube in Wen Fan's hand. Ask if you are interested in selling drawings.

There is also a group of people who came to Wen Fan himself to inquire if Wen Fan had any thoughts of joining the family.

However, it is still the first type of people, after all, Wen Fan himself is only a creator, and he is not as hot as a mage.

There are many people who contact Wen Fan, but Wen Fan doesn't care about it, the college entrance examination is still going on, and the crisis is still lurking. He really didn't have the heart to get involved in these things.

What Wen Fan didn't expect the most was that Zhou Zihan's mother also added her friend, Wen Fan was also surprised what this aunt was going to do, after applying through a friend, Zihan's mother was a fatal serial call: "Our family Zihan xx, our family Zihan xx." Frightened

, Wen Fan quickly blocked her.

The college entrance examination is in full swing, and Zhou Zihan, the star player in District 7, was originally pinned on by some critics, but no one expected to be defeated so hastily.

But everyone quickly forgot about it. In addition to Zhou Zihan, there are many outstanding students. Since the top 64 of the group, spells in the ring have appeared more and more frequently, and you can see dazzling spell effects in basically every battle.

Of course, there are some very interesting props, and the creator does not have an advantage in the ring of the college entrance examination, but this is a grand event that millions of viewers are paying attention to, and they all want to show their props to the people of the city. As long as someone takes a fancy to it and buys the copyright, it will make a lot of money.

Wen Fan also saw the Bai Yu that Wu Lin said, who was in the ring of District 9 next door to District 7.

As Wu Lin said, with just one move, he was the only one left in the ring, and even the referee was pushed out of the ring.

Like Zuo Yiyi, he was dressed in a white robe, his eyes were indifferent, and he looked extremely high.

There is also a rich second-generation young master Zhang who is very similar to Wen Fan in his combat style, who seems to know the opponent very well, and does not drag his feet, and only says a few words after he goes on the field, and the opponent will step down and admit defeat on his own.

Zuo Yiyi is also eye-catching, and several small spells are more proficient than some time ago, sending the opponent out of the ring politely.

The schedule of 64 into 32 in the first round of the group ended quickly, and each battle was basically resolved within 2 minutes.

After screening, the remaining students are basically the elites of various universities.

By this time it was getting dark. But the enthusiasm of the audience is still the same, some people can't hold back, and leave the venue early to go to the toilet, but just two steps away, someone grabbed his seat, and when the two came back, the two fought, but the mage who maintained order was too busy.

The students were given a half-hour break before the start of the 32-16 race.

Before it gets completely dark, the schedule begins.

Not surprisingly, Wu Lin was quickly eliminated.

Wu Lin didn't have too many regrets, he was already surprised to be able to mix in the top 32 of the group, and he was forced to retreat to the edge of the ring by the mage opponent and could only admit defeat.

"Brother, no one else in District 7 is qualified to win the first place in District except for you. After Wu Lin stepped down, he patted Wen Fan on the shoulder and typed encouragement: "Strive to get an A-level and sprint to the S-level."

Wen Fan closed his eyes and didn't move. Wu Lin thought that Wen Fan was asleep, so he didn't bother anymore.

At this time, Wen Fan's consciousness was in space 101, looking at the props in the store and frowning and thinking: "Zhou Zihan's kid provided me with 20 life points, plus the remaining life counts, a total of less than 50 points, I can only buy magic level props." "

Pocket pistol?" Looking at the pocket pistol from "Men in Black", Wen Fan frowned: "Forget it, the power is big enough, and the recoil is also great, once the gun is fired, the opponent will either be killed or injured, and even I have to be pushed out of the ring by recoil." "

The fighting gloves are good, but most of the next ones I met were mages, and no one was close to me." "

The shock gun has 90 hits, why don't you grab it!" After

looking around, Wen Fan casually picked a prop and hurriedly left the 101 space, because it was time for him to play.

"Come on!" Wu Lin cheered for Wen Fan, who hurriedly ran into the ring.

Wen Fan still didn't hear it.

"Time 10 minutes! Appearance, admit defeat, lose combat capability!Start!"

Wen Fan didn't plan to end the battle with an air cannon, there were less than 20 life points left, and he had to earn enough lives on a limited target.

In the next battle, he plans to fight a protracted battle with an air gun, and fight until the last moment to brush up on the number of life points.

Looking at the opponent in front of him, Wen Fan was stunned, she was a woman, with an explosive head, a little fat, and her makeup and styling were exaggerated, a bit like a non-mainstream girl in her previous life.

"Fire Rope Technique!" The non-mainstream did not grind, and cast the spell directly, the two fat hands merged, pulled to the sides, and a burning rope appeared in the hand.

With exaggerated makeup and styling, plus some squeezing heels, even if there is a soundproof barrier released by the referee, Wen Fan can hear the shouts, whistles and other noises of the audience outside the stadium.

The thick lips that were painted pure black clicked up and down, and the voice was deep: "Baby, are you ready to accept the whipping of love?"

Wen Fan's face was expressionless, and he silently stuffed the air gun in his hand back into his pocket, and replaced it with an air cannon: "Go to a special protracted battle!" Seeing

Wen Fan take out the air cannon, the non-mainstream was not angry, but looked surprised: "It's so rough! It's so big! Baby, are you going to punish me with this? No problem, as long as the baby speaks, I'm willing."

Although he kept saying inconsequential words, the non-mainstream was getting closer and closer to Wen Fan, and the flame rope that exuded high temperature in his hand was still twisting on the ground.

Wen Fan no longer hesitated, raised his arm, and burst into his mouth: "!!Boom"

The air around the arm was instantly evacuated, pouring into the barrel of the air cannon in less than 0.01 seconds, filling and compressing, and then spraying out with a huge amount of energy.

With a "!!boom", the non-mainstream girl took the shot head-on, and the whole person fell to the ground, rolling backwards three times like a ball before stopping.

Wen Fan blew the white smoke on the cannon barrel and was not surprised by this scene.

Just as the referee was about to declare victory. But I heard a groan.

"Ahem, cough, cough!oh~cool!" The non-mainstream girl clamped her knees and slowly got up from the ground, her explosive head had been bombarded into a broom head by air cannonballs, her body was covered with scars, and her nosebleeds were dripping to the ground, and she didn't wipe them.

"How is that possible!" Wen Fan frowned.