Who put Fatty Blue in my pocket?

For as long as he can remember, when he learned that he had no talent for spells, Zhang Shaoyan resolutely embarked on the path of a creator.

Compared to mages, creators have almost zero physical talent, and wealth and wisdom are the foundation.

And Zhang Shaoyan is not lacking in either.

And she seems to have been born for the path of the Creator, and a lot of whimsical ideas are constantly bursting in her head, and she has enough financial resources to turn them into reality.

Father Zhang Haolin is extremely doting on him, but Zhang Shaoyan has never indulged in this kind of fatherly love.

She never liked to live in her comfort zone, and the challenging path was the path she had to take.

On her own, she can also be frank and unrestrained in the path of the Creator. She herself considers herself to be the pride of the sky.

However, Wen Fan's appearance completely shattered her pride, this was the first time in her life, Zhang Shaoyan couldn't figure it out, and she couldn't think of a person clearly.

After investigation, Wen Fan's background is very ordinary, and it can even be said to be shabby.

But it is such a person with a mediocre family background, mediocre grades, and mediocre appearance who can take out all kinds of props one after another that make him greedy.

Zhang Shaoyan didn't dare to admit his greed, and he has always faced his mentality with an attitude of curiosity.

Zhang Haolin saw through Zhang Shaoyan's mentality, and took it upon himself to buy Wen Fan's props, but he didn't expect Wen Fan to be so faceless and refused directly.

After Zhang Shaoyan learned about it, he also had a big quarrel with Zhang Haolin.

However, after learning that Wen Fan was not sold, Zhang Shaoyan also relieved himself.

If the Creator can sell his creation without hesitation, it means that the Creator has never taken the creation to heart. That creation must be just an ordinary commodity among all things.

If Zhang Shaoyan is greedy and jealous of this kind of ordinary goods, then what is her persistence

over the years? The creations that others have sold casually, but she can't even figure out the most basic principles? What is her pride over the years?

And Wen Fan's attitude is also very much in line with Zhang Shaoyan's expectations, not bending over money, not succumbing to power.

Only such a person can continuously create such a miraculous creation.

If Wen Fan knew Zhang Shaoyan's opinion of himself, he would definitely have a question mark on his face.

After all, these creations were not built by themselves, but exchanged for life. And it's not that he doesn't bend his waist for money, but what Zhang Haolin wants to buy is the shield of the American team, the only shield of the American team.

If you want to buy an air gun, a bamboo dragonfly or something, Wen Fan may sell it at a good price.

Looking at Zhang Shaoyan, whose eyes were shining, Wen Fan was a little uncomfortable.

Zuo Yiyi looked at the two of them from the side, also full of doubts.

"Are Wen Fan and Zhang Shaoyan very familiar?" Zuo Yiyi thought to herself, holding on to her mage hat.

Although he couldn't learn any information about the props from Wen Fan's mouth, Zhang Shaoyan was not discouraged.

Regardless of whether there will be a crisis in Mucheng, he has a way to save his life, and it is not impossible to take Wen Fan with him.

Zhang Shaoyan didn't think about letting Wen Fan repay the life-saving grace with props. But after leaving Mucheng, he could only go to the magic capital.

When he arrived in the magic capital, there were still a lot of opportunities to challenge Wen Fan, and only the answer he came up with by defeating Wen Fan with his own hands was the answer that really met his attitude.

Thinking of this, Zhang Shaoyan also temporarily let go of the curiosity in his heart. Holding his backpack, he looked like a child, and sat obediently in the preparation area in front of Wen Fan and waited for the battle to begin.

Although he has lost his qualification for the exam, in the battle behind, not to mention Bai Baiyu, Huang Xin and others, Tang Hailong, Zhong Wei and other top students can also more or less force Wen Fan to use novel props.

"Don't let me down!" Zhang Shaoyan's eyes flashed, and he cheered for the opponent Wen Fan might meet.

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A middle-aged man in the VIP viewing seat looked at Zhang Shaoyan in the preparation area with complicated eyes.

The ashtray was full of cigarette butts, and his originally energetic demeanor looked a little sloppy at this time because of scratching his hair from time to time and pulling his neckline.

"Xiao Wang, when have you ever seen Shaoyan's demeanor?" The middle-aged man looked in the direction of Zhang Shaoyan with a resentful expression, and his voice was a little hoarse.

Assistant Wang, who was wearing a blue suit, pursed his lips and was speechless.

Since the day before, when he failed to buy props from Wen Fan, which led to a big quarrel between the young master and the master, the master has always been in this state.

Zhang Haolin didn't want to wait for the assistant to answer, and continued to talk to himself: "Wen Fan, the eighth lamb of the king, dare to seduce my daughter, damn, Xiao Wang, continue to send me the reward order, and reward Wen Fan's dog head!"

After speaking, he took another puff of the cigarette butt in his hand, and this puff burned directly to the cigarette butt, and Zhang Haolin, who was choking, coughed again and again.

Assistant Xiao Wang said helplessly: "More than a dozen posts have been posted, and there is no public participation, and the post will be taken off the shelves if it does not reach 10,000 participants." Moreover, everyone's hatred for He Shun is still high now, and even if the bounty order is issued, it will be trampled on quickly.

Zhang Haolin pressed the cigarette butt in his hand, took out a new one, his eyes drifted to He Shun's direction, and he squinted slightly, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"This kid is ruthless enough and has a future. Zhang Haolin flicked the cigarette ash and said lightly: "But it's a bit reckless, it's a trouble."

Assistant Xiao Wang never questioned Zhang Haolin's evaluation, and stood silently behind him to guard quietly.

If a discerning person sees it, he will definitely see that the blue suit of Xiao Wang's assistant is no different from the material of the mage robe of the blue-robed mage. He is also a blue-robed mage.

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The hour-long break passed quickly.

In addition to the incessant scolding of the audience, what is more striking is that there seem to be more mages in the sky above the stadium, back and forth, wave after wave.

Wen Fan noticed this situation, but since the godmaster and his old man could sit in the spectator seat like Mount Tai, then he had nothing to worry about.

"The break is over!" The referee in the ring once again used a sound amplification spell to announce to the audience: "The top eight students have competed, and most of them are the elite of the elites of various universities. And the next step is to choose the best of the best, through the elimination battle to select the top four students, the top four students are rated as A-level, A-level prizes are also very clear to everyone, I won't go into too much detail here. For the sake of the A level, for the sake of the prizes, please go all out of the candidates!" Wen

Fan listened to the opening remarks that were obviously aimed at He Shun, raised his eyebrows, and looked at He Shun.

He Shun was still holding Erlang's legs crossed, with his hands on the backrest, perhaps because he didn't want to see the bored audience on stage, and he didn't know where to put on his sunglasses.

"Then I declare that the exam is now open!"

the referee yelled at the

top of his voice.

"In the first game, Wen Fan from the seventh high school of Mucheng fought against He Shun from the fourth high school of Mucheng!".