Who put Fatty Blue in my pocket?

Wen Fan looked at the werewolf in front of him, a little surprised.

On the one hand, it is a sudden change in He Shun, and on the other hand, it is .....

He actually wanted to snatch my golden hoop stick?!Wen

Fan shook his head in his heart.

He Shun was still chattering: "You can force me to use this trick, you really did your best." His

voice was dry and hoarse, accompanied by a low roar.

"I wanted to leave this spell in the finals, but I've found that I get more screams when I use it on you. The

hand on the golden rod was slightly strained, but did not move.

He Shun frowned, relaxed his arm muscles and pulled violently, trying to snatch Wen Fan's magical rod away.

Wen Fan pursed his lips and said lightly: "You want it, you want me to give it to you." As

he spoke, he loosened the golden rod.

He Shun was stunned for a moment, and then a huge force came from his arm, pulling him to the ground and smashing it.

"Boom !!"

The golden hoop rod more than ten meters long fell vertically to the ground with Wen Fan letting go.

At the same time, there was a loud bang that resounded throughout the venue.

Not only that, the moment the golden hoop rod touched the ground of the ring, the ring collapsed, and the edge of the ring was directly shattered, and the dust flew in an instant.

If He Shun hadn't reacted in time, his hands would have been pressed under the stick.

At this time, He Shun looked at the broken ground under his feet with a shocked expression, and the big tail behind him was so frightened that it stood up, and the hair on it stood up like a needle.

The entire stadium was also stunned by this sudden scene.

Zuo Huaibi, who was drinking water, also squirted out a mouthful of water, didn't bother to wipe it, slapped the table in front of him and stood up suddenly, and scolded Wen Fan in the field: "Wen Fan! malicious destruction of the venue will be disqualified from

the exam!"

This is the first time Zuo Huaibi has lost his temper since the exam.

Wen Fan looked at Zuo Huaibi with an innocent face, and pointed at He Shun aggrieved: "It's not me, it's him who has to rob it." The

werewolf He Shun scolded: "Let your mother's fart go! Is it good for you to throw it yourself!Who can grab such a heavy stick!" Wen

Fan shrugged, anyway, except for himself, no one knew the actual weight of the golden hoop stick.

He had been very conservative before this, and he didn't dare to hit the ground with a golden hoop stick, but only dared to poke and poke.

This time, I was interested, and I wanted to play He Shun, but I didn't expect to cause such a big movement. stepped on the ground of the ring and sighed: "Tofu scum projects are available in any world." "

The candidates in the preparation area have become black and white paintings at this time, and they are all stunned, not to mention how Wen Fan can hold it, if he knocks on such a heavy stick, he may be reimbursed for the rest of his life.

Only Zhang Shaomian was flushed, breathing heavily, and trembling with excitement.

"Great! Great!" Zhang Shaoyan muttered in a low voice: "Sure enough, even the light silk

can't be cut, and the stick that can't be blocked can't be so simple!" "It's impossible for a normal person to move, and Wen Fan can't do it either, so the answer must be on his glove

!" "Every time he takes out a stick, Wen Fan will definitely put on his gloves, and the gloves are more magical than the stick!"

Of the hundreds of thousands of spectators present, only a few people saw Wen Fan's problem, and Zhang Shaoyan was one of them.

Wen Fan pretended not to hear Zuo Huaibi's warning and the audience's wave-like discussions, and bent down to pick up the golden hoop stick.

Seeing that a stick of such weight was picked up by Wen Fan so easily, as if it was not much different from picking up a pencil, the audience was boiling again.

He Shun's incomparably confident heart after his transformation sank to the bottom again.

"Can't win!" He Shun retreated: "It's impossible to win!" Seeing

He Shun preparing to retreat, Wen Fan was stunned: "Do you want to escape?"

He Shun was stunned when he heard this, and his two wolf claws froze in mid-air: "Referee, I ......."

Wen Fan raised his eyebrows, shrunk the golden hoop stick into the size of a baton and held it in his hand. If He Shun admits defeat, then everything is easy to say.

"I... I'll report!" As

soon as He Shun said this, everyone, including Wen Fan, was stunned.

"He damaged the ring! can't you see it?" He Shun was angry: "Such a big ring." Praise it! It's gone! Don't sentence him to lose!

" Wen Fan's face twitched, and he secretly scolded in his heart: "Damn, He Shun, don't cry when you don't see the coffin!" The

referee didn't want to deal with He Shun, after all, he had a very bad impression of him.

But Zuo Huaibi's voice came: "The report is effective!" The

eyes of the audience looked at Zuo Huaibi.

"But don't judge, you won't be allowed to use that item again. Please Wen Fan be a little more restrained. "

Only now did everyone stabilize their minds, if the candidate who was the most promising to punish He Shun was judged to lose because of this, the audience would not agree.

Wen Fan pursed his lips and scolded, stuffing the golden hoop rod back into his pocket.

The referee waved his hand: "The exam continues!" I

don't know if it's because canines are afraid of sticks, without the golden hoop stick, He Shun is also bolder.

Sticking out his tongue and licking his teeth, he said coldly: "Wen Fan, what else can you do without a stick?"

"Your skin is thick enough, but you can resist me for a few bites?"

Wen Fan was silent, groping back and forth with his hands in his pockets, thinking about what props to use to quickly end the battle.

He Shun saw that Wen Fan was motionless, he didn't even look at himself, his face sank, his spring-like feet kicked violently on the ground, and his body was like a sharp arrow approaching Wen Fan's side quickly. At the same time with a wide open mouth.

Wen Fan doesn't dodge or dodge, the main reason is that he is not as fast as him, and he can't avoid it.

He Shun's huge body came to Wen Fan's side in the blink of an eye, opened his bloody mouth and bit Wen Fan's shoulder.

"Squeak~"

Wen Fan felt a pain in his shoulder, but it was not the pain of being bitten and punctured, but the skin and flesh were a little tight as if he was caught by a giant hairpin.

"Squeak squeak ~ squeak ~ "

He Shun hunched his upper and lower jaws and kept biting and chewing, and the two wolf claws were still holding Wen Fan's arms.

"Why is it so hard!" He Shun bit more and more wrongly: "My bite force should be even steel now."

He Shun was secretly frightened, and once again refreshed his understanding of Wen Fan's physical strength.

"Have you eaten enough!" Wen Fan listened to the "squeak" sound in his ears, a little impatient.

When He Shun heard this, he thought that Wen Fan was going to do something again, so he was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated.

Wen Fan did make a move, and took out a silver-black object from his pocket, which looked like a large thickened walkie-talkie, with nine buttons from 1 to 9 on it, and an antenna-like receiver on top.

Zhang Shaoyan now felt that Wen Fan could take out the magic props from his pocket at any time, and his eyes became brighter and brighter when he saw that new props appeared.

Wen Fan held the square object in his hand and threw it downward, and the walkie-talkie antenna was instantly extended, like a strangely shaped baton.

"I warn you! If you use a mass destruction prop again, you will be directly punished!" He Shun looked at the new stick in Wen Fan's hand with a vigilant face, and then turned his head to look at the referee: "That's right, referee." The

referee was expressionless: ......