Who put Fatty Blue in my pocket?

Zhang Shaoyan naturally couldn't admit defeat, and she wanted to force Wen Fan to use more props.

The thin veil on his body fluttered, and his toes rushed in the direction of Wen Fan with a slight touch. At the same time, the hand was still groping for something in the backpack behind his back.

Not far from Wen Fan, he took out a flat metal artifact the length and thickness of a finger from his hand. Put it in your mouth and suck it hard, and blow it hard when you come to Wen Fan's 5,6 meters. A thick white smoke filled out and rolled in the direction of Wen Fan.

"Damn! RELX Five Generations!" Wen Fan's eyes widened, looking at the familiar way of operating the cloud-swallowing mist.

However, the body still retreated very honestly, and this white smoke didn't know what it did, but Wen Fan didn't want to touch it either.

He didn't plan to use a big killer weapon like the golden hoop stick, and he didn't want Zhang Shaoyan to lose too ugly, not to mention her family background, just the fanatical fans on the scene, one person can drown himself with a mouthful of spit.

But if he doesn't show an overwhelming advantage, Zhang Shaoyan will not be able to admit defeat obediently.

Seeing that Zhang Shaoyan still didn't intend to admit defeat, Wen Fan didn't care, and while retreating, the golden hoop stick in his hand quickly stretched out in the direction of Zhang Shaoyan again, passing through the white smoke.

The white smoke quickly clings to the golden rod, clinging to the surface like a ghost. But the golden hoop rod was not affected, and continued to stretch steadily and rapidly, and soon resisted Zhang Shaoyan's chest.

"Hmm~" Zhang Shaoyan, who was pressed against his chest, let out a painful snort, and quickly moved away towards the edge of the ring, until he left the ring and fell heavily to the ground.

"Bang Bang" twice, Zhang Shaoyan fell heavily to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"......."

The audience was silent again, and no one thought that Zhang Shaoyan, who was shining with gold all over his body, including the background, would lose so easily and embarrassed.

The crowd that was originally cheering because of the magic of the golden hoop stick also came back to their senses at this time, and realized that they should fully support Zhang Shaoyan.

But a brief silence was followed by a mountain of roars, not cheers but rage.

"Don't let that kid run away!" "

Block him

!" "What kind of crooked ways are you using!" "

Shaoyan!" "My Shaoyan!"

"Fuck you! When will you become your Shaoyan?"

......

Wen Fan put away the golden hoop stick, shrunk it into the size of a baton and put it in his pocket, the reason why it didn't shrink to the size of a toothpick was because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to touch it in the infinite four-dimensional pocket.

The referee also looked at Zhang Shaoyan who was unconscious outside the field with a dull face at this time

, and suddenly shook his body with a spirit, shouting: "Rescue! Rescue!"

But as soon as the words fell, Zhang Shaoyan, who was lying on the ground, stood up tremblingly, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, covering his slightly bulging chest and grinning bitterly: "It's better to be ashamed."

After finishing speaking, he was led away by several yellow-robed mages who cast spells to heal.

Wen Fan didn't have much thought, after all, the props he showed were just the tip of the iceberg, and he originally took out the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick with the intention of quickly solving the battle and quickly solving the entanglement.

Stroking the silver-black object in his pocket, Wen Fan couldn't help but shudder.

If he really doesn't think about the consequences, Zhang Shaoyan's life and death will not be mentioned first, and he will definitely be a huge disgrace.

"Who's that. Wen Fan greeted the referee.

The referee turned his head to look at him with complicated eyes, there was a trace of doubt in his eyes, and he pointed to his nose: "You called me?"

Wen Fan didn't have much affection for this referee who didn't take himself seriously at all: "Announce the result." The

referee opened his mouth to say something, but he swallowed his words and changed his words: "Winner! Mucheng Qigaofan! Successfully advanced to the top 8!"

The noisy audience saw that the result had been decided, and all kinds of foul language soared.

"Despicable

!", "Shameless

!", "Shady!",

"Unconvinced!",

but there are also some affirmative voices:

"Good boy, amazing!"

"Awesome!".

Wen Fan walked off the stage step by step with his hands in his pockets, completely ignoring the noise in the audience.

If he really won the first place as Zuo Huaibi wanted, these voices must be louder. But Wen Fan didn't want to stand on the cusp of the storm, after all, the tree was a big wind.

It was because he showed the shield of the American team in front of Liu Yu that Liu Yu would target him, and this time he took out the golden hoop stick, and he didn't know how many eyes hidden in the dark would be aimed at him.

At this time, Zuo Huaibi and Lin Lao, who were in the first place, were silent, until Wen Fan returned to the preparation area and formed a vacuum belt around him, that Lin Lao said tentatively: "You... You just said you were going to wipe his ass, right? Zuo

Huaibi

: "......" Lin Lao: "

Such a big piece of, what a big piece of paper you have to use." Zuo

Huaibi

: "......" Lin Lao: "

There are still three games in the future, why don't you save them and wipe them together." Zuo

Huaibi: "Shut up."

Lin Lao: "Okay. "

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Even though he was wearing noise-canceling headphones, Wen Fan was under a lot of pressure when he felt the needle-like gaze of the audience.

"Damn, as for it?" Wen Fan was a little depressed.

A white figure suddenly broke into the 5-meter vacuum belt around his body.

Zuo Yiyi, who was wearing a wide mage hat, sat on the seat next to Wen Fan, and couldn't suppress a smile at all.

Wen Fan stared at the other two white-robed student mages who had already stepped onto the stage without squinting.

"You're going to be out of luck. Zuo Yiyi didn't know what spell was released, and Wen Fan could clearly hear the voice even though he was wearing headphones.

Wen Fan shrugged: "I've always been unlucky. Zuo

Yiyi shook her head: "Zhang Shaoyan is the princess of the Zhang family, not only Zhang Haolin regards her as a pearl, but most of the people in the entire Mucheng are happy and convinced of her." You have slashed her face this time, even if Zhang Haolin doesn't care, her millions of fans will not easily spare you. The

referee was introducing the basic information of the two students on the stage: "Sun Miaomiao from Mucheng Eighteenth High School, against Bai Yu from Mucheng First High School!"

Wen Fan felt that there was no suspense in the battle, and looked sideways at Zuo Yiyi: "What? Zhang Haolin gave them money?"

"That's not true." Zhang Haolin is a serious businessman, he will not do anything without benefits, and all things with interests are legal, at least on the surface. Zuo Yiyi propped up his chin and said

lightly, "Mucheng's network, signal, was still charged a few years ago. A few years ago, Zhang Shaoyan created the Unbounded Signal Tower, which greatly reduced the cost, and under Zhang Shaoyan's persuasion, Zhang Haolin simply waved his hand and provided it to the people of the city for free. It has helped the people of the city save hundreds or thousands of yuan in annual expenses. "

Even you are enjoying the convenience brought by the Zhang family, don't you realize why you don't have to pay the phone bill in the past few years?"

Zuo Yiyi curled the corners of her mouth, and her eyes had a sense of expectation that she would watch a good show.

Wen Fan suddenly realized, no wonder Zhang Shaoyan's voice was so high.

Thinking that he had slapped such a female bodhisattva in the face, the corners of Wen Fan's mouth twitched involuntarily.

Looking at the battle on the stage, as expected, Bai Baiyu stood in place and didn't move, and Sun Miaomiao tried his best to get within 10 meters of Bai Baiyu.

Then an invisible shockwave centered on Bai Yu, spreading in a hemispherical shape in all directions, sweeping across the entire court in the blink of an eye, including the referee, was pushed out of the field.

Fortunately, the thrust didn't hurt much, and Sun Miaomiao just rubbed her ass and stood up. The referee also released the flying technique in time to avoid the embarrassment of falling to the ground.