Who put Fatty Blue in my pocket?

"ohhhhhh!!! Shaoyan!Shaoyan!Shaoyan!!"

A short-haired girl wearing a backpack and a peaked cap walked into the ring amid the cheers of hundreds of thousands of people.

The corners of Wen Fan's mouth twitched, he knew Zhang Shaoyan, but he never took the initiative to understand, after all, his food and clothing were all problems, how could he have time to pay attention to these people.

It wasn't until this morning that I didn't know that the influencer was a girl. I didn't expect there to be so many fanatical fans.

"And Zhang Shaoyan's opponent is Wen Fan from Mucheng Seven High School! Everyone applauds and welcomes!"

"。。。。。 The

cheers in the arena did not stop at all, and the audience still shouted

: "Shaoyan, Shaoyan!" "Damn!" Wen Fan was extremely embarrassed: "Is it necessary to be so faceless?"

"What the hell is Old Man Lin doing, why did you arrange for me to fight against her, there is no benefit!"

Covering his ears and lowering his head, Wen Fan rubbed into the ring, which was also the first time that Wen Fan and Zhang Shaoyan had direct contact.

The two came to the middle of the ring and shook hands with each other.

"Wen Fan, I finally saw you!" Zhang Shaoyan obviously attached more importance to this game than Wen Fan.

"Ah, hello, hello. Wen Fan also shook hands politely, feeling the soft and boneless little hands in his hands.

Zhang Shaoyan looks like a tomboy from afar, with short hair wearing a peaked cap and a heroic posture, but her bright eyes, delicate facial features, and soft white and smooth skin all prove that she is a girl.

Zhang Shaoyan's eyes were full of fighting spirit, he licked his lips and said, "You'd better show all your strength, otherwise be careful of capsizing."

Wen Fan was stunned for a moment, looking at the girl's bright eyes, and was surprised: "Does she mean that she thinks she is inferior to me?"

With doubtful thoughts, Wen Fan retreated to the waiting area.

"Time 30 minutes! Leave the field, admit defeat, lose combat effectiveness, and the exam ······ Start !! "

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With the referee's order, Zuo Huaibi, Lin Lao and others, who were at the top of the VIP viewing seat, had different faces.

"Is this really good?" Zuo Huaibi crossed his hands, his face a little solemn: "Wen Fan, this kid is too uncertain, and his props are like products from another era, once too much is exposed, it will be a lot of trouble."

Lin Lao didn't worry so much about Zuo Huaibi, patted Zuo Huaibi's shoulder, and said lightly: "Don't worry, Wen Boy is still measured." And I also want to see how many props Wen Boy has. "

You don't want him to get out of control and not go beyond his own constraints, right?" Zuo Huaibi's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Eh~" Lin Lao grinned and retorted: "What is a restriction, it is so ugly, it is for protection." If you don't even know his ceiling, how can you protect him. Zuo

Huaibi didn't reply, because a great change had taken place in the ring.

The four corners of the huge ring were placed by Zhang Shaoyan with four small pyramids, and the four corners of each pyramid shot a laser into the sky, about 20 meters high.

From the point to the line, from the line to the surface, the laser and the laser are connected to each other to form a glossy surface, so the whole ring is surrounded by four overlapping glossy spaces.

Wen Fan put one hand in his pocket and quietly watched Zhang Shaoyan's performance.

Zhang Shaoyan was not idle after finishing the scene, took out a light green tulle from his backpack, and quickly fastened it on his chest and back. Then he took out seven short sticks from his backpack and assembled them with a crackling crackle to form a long stick one man high, each of which was shining with a different color.

When everything was ready, Zhang Shaoyan blinked, looked at Wen Fan, who was motionless, and wondered: "Aren't you ready

?" Wen Fan raised his eyebrows: "What are you preparing

?" "As a creator, if you don't pave the field and prepare the battle props in advance, how can you fight?"

Zhang Shaoyan frowned: "I said, you have to go all out, I won't keep my hands."

Wen Fan shrugged: "It's okay, you continue, I also want to see how the strategic creator fights." "

Hmph!" Zhang Shaoyan snorted coldly: "Don't say I didn't give you a chance." Finally

, he took out something from his backpack, and Wen Fan couldn't see what he had taken out when he looked at it carefully.

However, judging from Zhang Shaoyan's tight movements, it seems to be a rope.

Wen Fan finally made a move, the hand in the pocket was slowly withdrawn, Zhang Shaoyan's eyes were slightly condensed, and he saw Wen Fan take out a piece of equipment similar to glasses, only half of the structure of normal glasses, the lens holder is white, and the lens is green.

Wen Fan put the combat power detector on his head, and a line of words slowly appeared on the lens: Combat effectiveness: 128

Wen Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said secretly: "Can the combat power of a few simple equipment have such a huge increase?is it even higher than some green-robed mages?"

Seeing that Wen Fan put on his glasses and didn't attack, a scornful nameless fire ignited at once, Zhang Shaoyan had never encountered this feeling of contempt since he was a child, and he bit his silver teeth: "If you don't do it, then don't blame me!

The long stick in his hand slammed on the ground, and the section where the stick touched the ground suddenly shone brightly, and an unparalleled impact gushed out from the stick, forming an angle of about 90 degrees towards the front, and the huge energy in the angle was like ten thousand horses galloping towards Wen Fan.

The dust in the ring was blown up, like a sandstorm blowing towards Wen Fan.

Wen Fan's eyes widened suddenly, once this shockwave was attacked head-on, he would definitely be pushed out of the field, and he would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

The shock wave did not spread after making head-on contact with Wen Fan, and continued to run wildly towards the rear, slamming into the surrounding walls of light, making a huge roar, but the walls of light were as steady as Mount Tai and motionless.

Zhang Shaoyan squinted in Wen Fan's direction, the smoke and dust were filled, and he couldn't see the details clearly, but it was difficult for Zhang Shaoyan to take out a pair of windproof glasses-style glasses from his backpack, and everything in his field of vision changed after wearing them, and everything that had physical objects had a layer of strokes.

And where Wen Fan was originally located, Wen Fan's figure disappeared in the smoke and dust, and was replaced by a circular stroke.

"The shield?" Zhang Shaoyan understood. He has been paying attention to Wen Fan's shield for a long time, since Wen Fan used it for the first time, Zhang Shaoyan would repeatedly watch the video recorded by the housekeeper in every battle, because the official would not save the video, so he could only find someone to record it himself.

This shield is not strong, no spell can work on it, it is a shield, not a black hole in the shape of a shield.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Wen Fan stood up from behind the shield and patted the dust on his body, looking relaxed.

"In the end, it is the shield of the American team, Thor's hammer can carry it, and it is only a shock wave, and it has not even lost its durability. The corners of Wen Fan's mouth turned up slightly.

"Actually, I care more about where you put these props than your shield and the tubes that fire air bullets. How can you do it as you go?" Zhang Shaoyan was not discouraged, stroked the seven-power stick in his hand, and said lightly: "I hope you can communicate with me after you lose the game." He

said that he had a good communication, but he didn't stop in his hand, and aimed the top of the Seven Sticks at Wen Fan, and shouted: "The Seven Sticks, 'Break'!"

The top one instantly stretched out like a cannonball, and slammed in the direction of Wen Fan.

Wen Fan made a move the moment Zhang Shaoyan made a move, and pointed the shield in the direction that the stick pointed, but Zhang Shaoyan avoided the defensive range of the shield, and wherever Wen Fan blocked, she controlled the stick to the rest of the defenseless places.

Wen Fan had no choice but to put his pockets in his pockets again.

The Seven Powers Stick stretched out into the air and stopped continuing to prolong, not because Zhang Shaoyan deliberately stopped, but when he encountered an obstacle in mid-air.

The seven-power stick that glowed in mid-air collided with a stick with two golden ends, bright silver in the middle, and a column of small characters engraved on it, and they could not be entered.

"Sister, your stick is not as hard as mine!" Wen Fan raised his eyebrows, his tone relaxed.