Who put Fatty Blue in my pocket?

Wen Fan didn't really think too much, just to brush up on his life.

But the audience outside the venue didn't think so, they all thought that Wen Fan was avenging Chen Xue, although the whole audience was still filled with a stench, but the audience's cheers were still endless.

"Wen Fan

~Good job!vomit~""Vomit~Wen Fan is awesome

!""Vomit~""Wen Fan!vomit~" In the sound of ""

and retching, Wen Fan

walked out of the ring, but it was inconvenient to walk in protective clothing, and there were puddles of dirt under his feet.

One of his feet slipped out, Wen Fan fell to the ground, and the original yellow protective clothing was even more colorful.

Audience: "......" Wen Fan: "......"

returned to the preparation area, Wen Fan had already taken off his protective clothing and threw it into the trash.

But there is still a vacuum band around it.

Even Zhang Shaoyan had no desire to explore Wen Fan's props, so he stayed away.

Wen Fan is also happy to be idle, no one bothers him, you can see how many life points you have gained just now.

But just as he was about to enter Space 101, a dull and bitter voice came.

"Wen Fan. It was Tang Hailong, the next examiner, who spoke: "How do you let us take the exam?"

Tang Hailong pinched his nose with an aggrieved face, but he didn't dare to complain too much to Wen Fan, on the one hand, Wen Fan seemed to have become a big hero in the audience at this time, and his voice was extremely high.

On the other hand, he didn't want to end up like that.

If these candidates were allowed to choose, they would rather be tossed by He Shun to death and come back to life than to pull and vomit in front of hundreds of thousands of spectators in the ring.

If you are injured, you can still be treated, but if you don't have a person, your dignity will be ruined.

Look at He Shun who was thrown on the sidelines, there were a few healing mages nearby, remotely releasing healing spells, and a few members of the law enforcement team, waiting to take He Shun away for investigation.

When He Shun had the identity of a candidate, this was a gold medal for avoiding death, and no one had the right to investigate him. However, once you lose the game, where did you learn the forbidden technique of "beast liberation", you must truthfully recruit it.

Wen Fan shrugged, and had no apologies for Tang Hailong, pointed to the field and said, "Then no one is repairing the site, and they are cleaning it up, Anla, the shit doesn't stink." "

You put it..... Psi~" Tang Hailong still didn't dare to scold, turned back and waited with Zhong Wei for the site to be repaired.

"Ding~"

The mobile phone rang, interrupting Wen Fan's idea of entering the 101 space again.

took it out and looked at it, sure enough, it was Wu Lin, Wu Lin didn't type, and threw a few links over.

"Controller-Wen Fan!".

"Wen Fan: Master, step on the dung

!" ""Heroic Book - The Biography of

Wen Fan" ""He Shun's Recipe

" "Wen Fan: "......" "

Damn, it's really hurtful to others and not good for yourself!" Wen Fan was a little distressed, the sick stick was cheap and easy to use, and the enemy could collapse the enemy, and his reputation would not be guaranteed.

But these are nothing, as long as you can pass the college entrance examination smoothly, after two weeks, basically no one will be entangled in yourself.

Put down the phone, and when I was about to enter the 101 space, the phone sent a message with a "ding~" sound.

This time it was Zuo Huaibi who asked Wen Fan to find him.

Wen Fan looked up at the VIP audience and looked at Zuo Huaibi.

There's no way, the godmaster summons you can't see it.

patted his butt and walked to the VIP seat, all the way was smooth, and no one dared to approach within 5 meters of the basic range, but everyone's eyes were very contradictory, with reverence and disgust.

When he came to Zuo Huaibi's side, Zuo Huaibi didn't dislike Wen Fan, for him, he hadn't seen any big scenes.

"You've surprised me again and again. Zuo Huaibi looked at the mages who were cleaning the field and said in a deep tone.

Wen Fan didn't answer, knowing that Zuo Huaibi had something to say.

"Can you show me that stick?"

Wen Fan was stunned, it seemed that even Zuo Huaibi was interested in it.

Silently took out the stick and offered it with both hands: "Godmaster, you can look at it casually."

Zuo Huaibi's gaze turned to Wen Fan, and he stretched out his hand to pick it up, but the moment before he made contact, he quickly withdrew his arm like an electric shock.

"Your uncle! I'm not talking about this black root!" Zuo Huaibi would only burst into foul language when he was extremely angry, and he couldn't help it at this time.

Wen Fan blinked, holding the sick stick with an innocent face: "You make it clear, I thought you wanted to see this."

In Zuo Huaibi's shocked gaze, Wen Fan put away the sick stick, took out a relaxed glove from his pocket, put it on, and then took out the golden hoop stick.

Zuo Huaibi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the shining golden hoop stick.

If he didn't take any precautions and came into contact with the sick stick, the dignified mayor of Mu City vomited and diarrhea under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people, Zuo Huaibi swore that he would let Wen Fanquan drink it.

Looking at the golden hoop stick in Wen Fan's hand, Zuo Huaibi did not move lightly and reached out to take it, he knew the weight of this stick very well.

If he didn't use spells, with his physical strength, no one he had ever seen in his historical career could hold it.

"Don't take this stick out again. After investigation, Zuo Huaibi did not find any energy fluctuations on the golden hoop rod, as it was the same as many previous explorations, if it was not for his own eyes to see that it could stretch and shorten freely, Zuo Huaibi always thought that this was an ordinary iron rod.

"At least don't take it out on the exam. Zuo Huaibi added.

"And that-pumping stick. Zuo Huaibi added again.

Wen Fan: "......"

nodded, he thought that Zuo Huaibi was worried that the golden hoop stick was too powerful and would destroy the ring.

Seeing Wen Fan put away the golden hoop stick, Zuo Huaibi knew that Wen Fan had misunderstood him.

Explained: "I don't let you use it because I don't want you to end the exam so quickly.

Wen Fan was stunned: "Why, isn't it good to end it quickly?" Zuo

Huaibi looked up at the mage who was constantly patrolling the sky, and there was a faint worry in his tone: "Not only the stadium, but also all parts of Mucheng There are unknown energy reactions.

Wen Fan was not surprised, nodded and asked, "Then what does this have to do with how fast or slow the exam ends

?" "The exam is nearing the end, and there are still three groups of eight into four, followed by two groups of semi-finals, and one final. Zuo Huaibi said in a low tone: "But we haven't figured out where the source of this special energy fluctuation is.

"Once the exams are over, the awards ceremony can be delayed for a maximum of an hour, and after an hour, it's hard to keep those spectators.

"Once the people are dispersed, if something happens, everything we do will be undone.

"I hope you'll be able to stall as long as you can until we investigate the source of this strange energy fluctuation.

Wen Fan suddenly realized.

Once people leave the stadium, it will be very troublesome to rescue or evacuate.

If even Zuo Huaibi can't figure out this strange energy fluctuation, it means that something beyond the expected scope has happened.

It seems that his inference is correct.

Wen Fan nodded in agreement.

Zuo Huaibi spoke again: "After our speculation, the most likely crisis is a super-wide range of group spells, and the other is a demonic beast. Or either these two come together.

Wen Fan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he was shocked, and then Zuo Huaibi's comforting words were not listened to.

The group spell can be understood, how did the demonic beast deduce it?Zuo

Huaibi didn't need to look back to know Wen Fan's shocked look at this time, and without explaining too much, he waved his hand: "That's it, you go back and prepare for the competition."

Wen Fan didn't move.

Zuo Huaibi turned his head in confusion: "Is there anything else?" If you need help, you can mention it to me, you have already been graded to A-level, and there is no problem with advancing the prize to you in advance."

Wen Fan shook his head, took a deep breath, and asked the question he had been wondering about: "Godmaster, if there is a Warcraft this time, will it have the same fate as the Warcraft incident encountered in Mucheng more than ten years ago?"