Who put Fatty Blue in my pocket?

Students have an hour to choose to eat, address their physiological needs, or gather information about their next opponents.

Wen Fan and Wu Lin didn't do anything, they just sat in the preparation area and waited for the next elimination battle.

Wen Fan is not worried about his opponent, no matter who the opponent is, he is confident that he will be invincible.

Wu Lin was directly rotten, and he relied on his burly figure to dominate the scuffle and won with his fists. As a creator, it is also strange to win with fists.

If he's lucky, he might make it to the round of 32, but the round of 16 won't be a big deal. Anyway, the top 32 and top 64 are both set at B level, and it doesn't matter if you participate or not.

There are not a few students with this mentality, so the 64 into 32 game will end quickly, and the real highlight is the 32 into 16 elimination battle.

As the students took their places, the big screen in each ring began to draw numbers, which was also completely random, and the main thing was fairness.

The students in each preparation area kept an eye on their own war zone, for fear of encountering an opponent who was too strong.

"7-24-5 Wu Lin vs. 7-32-2 Xu Fan!3 minutes later!Ask the students to take their seats

!"Grass!" Wu Lin scolded: "The first one is me, it's really unlucky!"

waved his hand at Wen Fan, and Wu Lin quickly ran into the ring.

However, when Wu Lin saw his opponent, his expression instantly became cheerful.

After the battle began, Wu Lin slammed his fists and hit it, and his opponent Xu Fan seemed to have survived the audition melee by luck, with neither the props of the creator nor the spells.

Soon he was beaten by Wu Lin and began to beg for mercy again and again.

In less than 2 minutes, Wu Linxing rushed back. The first time was to put on headphones to block the enthusiasm of the audience.

"Hey, luckily, the big bastard met the little bastard. Wu Lin typed: "Maybe you can still make me to the top 16!" Wen

Fan just replied with an emoji and stopped talking, because the next group of battles on the big screen was himself.

"7-4-3 Wen Fan vs. 7-55-1 Zhou Zihan!3 minutes later!Ask the students to take their seats

!" Wu Lin blinked, and he didn't have time to type, and shouted at Wen Fan with the greatest strength: "

Damn, brother, I thought I was unlucky enough, it turns out that you are the most unlucky! This person is recognized as the strongest in District 7! At least 6 or more spells! Be careful to be close to him! He 。。。。。。

Before the rest of the words were finished, Wen Fan had already stepped into the

ring.

In fact, the large number of Wen Fan who was howling in front of Wu Lin didn't hear it.

"Come on, Zihan! You're the best! Look at it! That's our Zihan!" A middle-aged woman in the audience shouted with a super-large megaphone, and she felt like she stood out from the crowd in the noisy arena.

However, the horn was soon confiscated by the mage who maintained order.

Wen Fan looked at the audience, and then at Zhou Zihan opposite, his face expressionless.

Zhou Zihan was modest, ignoring his mother's cheering, and just looked at Wen Fan with a peaceful gaze.

This kind of gaze is very common in ordinary life, when parents are spoiled in the face of their children, when teachers are looking at students asking questions, and when doctors are looking at patients in the hospital.

Inclusive gaze.

There is a kind of tolerance that no matter how much you make trouble, I don't care.

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

The referee's hoarse voice fell, Wen Fan reached out and put it in his pocket, thinking about what props to use to solve the other party, lightsaber, it's too fierce, and it will be slaughtered if you are not careful, it is absolutely inappropriate.

Air gun, there is no way to subdue the other party in an instant, maybe you will be counter-killed, and it is not suitable.

The Mark armor is too fancy, it's not a prop that I can make now, and I have to explain it when I take it out, maybe I have to find a godmaster to clarify, which is not appropriate.

If you really can't do it, you can only take the eccentric tree badge and let the other party admit defeat by himself.

"Alas, there are still fewer offensive items. Wen Fan shook his head: "In the next battle, I will accumulate a lot of life, and change more attack props."

"Classmate, you don't have to be nervous. Zhou Zihan was very personable, holding a hand behind his back, and looked at Wen Fan with a smile: "I know, you have collected my information, and you may also have doubts, why I can pass the mage level test but still wear civilian clothes instead of mage robes, right?"

Wen Fan was stunned, there was a soundproof enchantment cast by the referee in the ring, and the sound of the outside world was lowered to the appropriate decibels, so he could clearly hear the voice of the person opposite.

"What are you talking about?" Wen Fan was a little puzzled, this person began to explain something as soon as he came up, could it be for

the referee?

Looking at the referee on the side, the referee also looked at Zhou Zihan inexplicably.

"Hehe, it's normal for you to be confused. Zhou Zihan straightened his hair, serious and serious: "Although I am proficient in six spells, this is not my limit, I will wait until I learn 11 spells before going to the Demon Supervision Bureau to certify, and directly put on the yellow robe."

"If the starting point is high, the end will not be low。。。。。。

"As the only son of the Zhou family, I also want to lead the Zhou family to glory and establish a family 。。。。。。

"Actually, the first time I learned spells, I knew that I was born for spells。。。。。。

"When you get to the magic capital, you can also come to me if you need anything。。。。。。

"Your future may be at the end of sight, but don't be discouraged。。。。。。

After a loud "!!!!!boom",

there were only two people left, Wen Fan and the referee in the No. 7 ring.

The referee blinked, looking for traces of Zhou Zihan, and found that he was hanging upside down at this time, and was embedded on the big screen of the No. 7 ring in a distorted position.

The neat suit was in tatters, and there were traces of blood flowing from the nostrils and corners of the mouth.

"Rescue, rescue, hurry!" the referee shouted to the mages around the ring who were ready to be treated.

Wen Fan raised his hand and blew the smoking air cannon, and scolded: "Damn, I have been talking for 7 or 8 minutes, and I am almost overtime, I don't understand what you are talking about."

Wen Fan put away the air cannon and said

to the referee: "Announce the result!" "Oh oh!" The referee looked at Wen Fan in shock, and hurriedly raised his hand and announced: "7-4-3, Wen Fan wins! Advance to the top 32!"

"Ahhhhhh!!

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"My family Zihan! How did my family Zihan become like this!" Zhou Zihan's mother took out another horn out of nowhere and roared at the No. 7 ring: "Referee

! My family Zihan hasn't played yet! Why did you announce the result!" "Don't let that kid run away! Hurt our family Zihan like this

! He is responsible!"

"Zihan! Our family Zihan hasn't lost yet! Our family Zihan is a genius!".

The second horn was quickly confiscated by the mage, and only middle-aged women could be seen dancing in the audience.

Retracting his gaze, Wen Fan pursed his lips, pointed to Zhou Zihan, who was undergoing treatment, and asked the referee: "Do I need to be responsible for his injury like this?"

The referee shook his head calmly: "No, this college entrance examination model will be dangerous, as long as there is no disability or death, the student is not responsible, and the medical expenses are also covered by the government." Hearing

that he didn't need to be responsible, Wen Fan didn't have the slightest intention of staying on the stage, and walked directly out of the ring.