Chapter 169

His figure was suddenly exposed to the glare of summer. Yang Fan was so nervous that he wanted to scold his mother.

This Chen Guang even gambled on his life. As expected, he was cruel.

What if the summer comes without threat, the head is hot and impulsive, and it's really slapped down again?

At that time, he will be dead. Will you care if anyone will help him take revenge?

Light soul!

It really doesn't hurt to stand and talk!

Curse him for having a son!

No, they're already a bad old man and have a hairy son? Or curse his son for having a son?

Yang Fan kept spitting out bad things in his heart. If his strength allowed, he wanted to slap Chen Guang to death. He was so angry.

However, no matter how nervous you are, you can't give advice on the surface. Otherwise, others will think you are guilty and have no confidence. Maybe you'll really slap it down and have no place to cry at that time.

Yang Fan's body was straight, and his face took a calm attitude of looking back at death. His eyes Rose, and his elevation was 45 degrees. He looked at summer calmly, as if he were saying, I'm right here. If you have the ability, come and kill me?

Arrogant, not angry, full of provocation.

Chen Guang looked at Yang Fan with satisfaction. The boy was good. He was not afraid at the key time. He showed great confidence, which made him feel some glory on the principal's face.

In the summer, he opened his eyes and glanced at Chen Guang and Yang Fan's faces. His momentum suddenly relaxed and said in a low voice, "President Chen is joking. The identity of the city master is noble. How can he lower his identity to bully a small martial artist?"

"Just now I just saw that my beloved daughter was bullied and was excited for a moment. I hope President Chen won't take it to heart."

In summer, it was clear that his purpose of coming to the Western Chu City this time was not to let them take so many lives for the sake of an unknown Yang Fan.

What's more, he just achieved the master realm with the help of Charlotte's immortal blood. His strength is far lower than that of Zhu Huanan. If he is too arrogant, he may really die in the Western Chu city.

"Understandable, understandable. After all, Yang Fan has really gone too far. How can he be so violent when he treats a little girl's family?"

Chen Guang's face was filled with a kind smile again. He slapped Yang Fan on the head and said, "don't worry, city Lord Xia. I'll teach this little bastard a good lesson later!"

"Really, if others want to kill you, what's the matter? If they want to kill you, you can fight back? Just avoid it. Even if you can't avoid it and get scratched twice, what's the matter? Anyway, you're rough and fleshy, and the little girl can't hurt you, right?"

What does Chen Guang mean when he comes to the corner of his mouth in summer? Does he ridicule his daughter's poor strength and can't break the defense?

Yang Fan looked wronged: "headmaster Chen, can you blame me? Xia Zixuan is a martial disciple of level 9, and her strength is still one level higher than me. How did I know she would beat her so much?"

"Also, I knew that if I hit the small one, the old one would come. I just sat there and let her hit it casually. Anyway, it's hard to escape. What's the strength to resist?"

"In my opinion, if anything happens again in the future, everyone will put their backers out, compare and measure. Whoever has a stronger backer will be the most powerful and save more trouble?"

Chen Guang couldn't help but extend his thumb to Yang Fan. The child's mouth is very sharp, but it's a little too poisonous. You're so straightforward. Where do you put people's faces? Don't you see that the face of city Lord Xia is about to become pig liver?

"Hum!"

Summer came to hum, as if he didn't hear it, but Yang Fan felt his body sink, and the whole person fell into the floor, leaving only one head on it.

Master, don't insult and kill you. Can't I teach you a lesson?

As soon as Chen Guang turned his head and saw nothing, he smiled and stretched out his hand to Xia Xia and invited him to say, "Xia City Master, this is not a place to talk. Why don't we go to my office to talk in detail? I still have a little healing medicine there, which may be helpful to Zixuan's injury."

"Well, thank you, President Chen."

Summer nodded and didn't refuse.

Chen Guang led the way for him, and asked softly, "I haven't heard that the master of Xia City has broken through to the master's territory before. It's really gratifying. Why don't you inform him in advance of such a big wedding event? Chen might as well go and congratulate..."

"President Chen is polite. It's just a fluke. It's not worth mentioning..."

The two men left the classroom of class 29 slowly and quickly, leaving only a group of stunned teachers and students and Yang Fan who was still struggling to get out of the ground.

Just now I was fighting and killing, drawing swords and crossbows. I looked like I was going to work hard. In the blink of an eye, I began to shake hands and talk and go away together. Is the relationship between these big people so complex?

When summer came and went, Huang Zhong suddenly lost his pressure. He took a long breath, reluctantly climbed up from the ground, raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. He was a little lost.

The blow he has received today is stronger than all the blows he has received in the past 32 years. He has begun to doubt his life.

It's just that Wang Zhe beat him to the ground. He was pressed by the master to vomit blood. He didn't say anything, but he was compared by the students he always despised most. It's really that he lost his face at Grandma's house. How can he face the students of class 29 in the future?

The classroom was in a mess and a big hole was broken in the wall. It seemed that there was no need to go on.

Huang Zhong looked up at the students who had just awakened from the master's deterrence and were indifferent to him. He waved weakly and said, "the next course is temporarily cancelled. Let's finish school early today. Remember to come to class normally tomorrow morning."

"Oh, and the three of you, severe cold, Huayue and Zhao Chu, remember to arrive half an hour early tomorrow to participate in the resource competition test in the last quarter of the graduation class."

Huang Zhong finally glanced at Yang Fan who had just climbed out of the ground, hesitated and said, "if Yang Fan wants to participate, you can come to me for registration later, and I will hand over the final list later."

In principle, the competition for resources does not limit the cultivation strength. As long as you want, any student in the school has the opportunity to participate.

Just because the conditions of the trial are too cruel, the head teacher of each class will not recommend to participate in the general students whose accomplishments are less than level 9 of martial arts disciples, because if their accomplishments are too low, they can't even pass the level of hunting monsters, let alone the final point competition.

Originally, only Yan Han, Hua Yue and Zhao Chu in class 29 had the strength and qualification to participate in the trial, but now, only Yang Fan of Wutu level 8 seems to have such strength.

"Thank you for Mr. Huang's kindness!" Yang Fan patted the dust on his body, smiled and thanked Huang Zhong. "However, in the morning, my cousin had already registered for me with President Chen, so I won't bother Mr. Huang any more."

As soon as Yang Fan mentioned the word "cousin", Huang Zhong instantly recalled the less beautiful memory more than two hours ago. As soon as he pulled out the corner of his mouth, he nodded gently, picked up the teaching plan on the table, turned and left.

Yang Fan is still very polite, just because Mao always has an impulse to shoot him underground every time he talks to him?

I must have felt like this in the summer just now. Otherwise, how could I buckle Yang Fan to the floor so skillfully that I couldn't pull it out?

At this moment, Huang Zhong gave birth to a sense of identity that heroes think alike with his enemies.

"Brother fan is mighty!"

At this time, the little fat man Ansheng suddenly came together and politely stretched out his hand to pat the dust on Yang Fan's clothes behind him. At the same time, he kept flattering: "you have the courage to fight against martial artists at the master level, and you haven't been beaten to death by Zong death. It's really awesome. My little brother's admiration for you is like a surging river..."

Yang Fan couldn't help but look back at an Sheng. Unexpectedly, he knew so much about such an old stem. It seems that he didn't study the flattery skills less.

But the boy just saw the master and just shrunk his neck like a mouse seeing a cat. Why are you not afraid now?

Summer didn't go far. Didn't you see that all the other students in the class put on an expression of avoiding him like snakes and scorpions?

A young rookie who has just offended the martial arts master of the master level can't even live tomorrow. Who dares to talk to him easily, in case he gets angry by the master?

"Why, aren't you afraid of being implicated by me?" Yang Fan asked Ansheng with an eyebrow.

Ansheng glanced and disdained: "it's just a new little master. I'm afraid he's a bird. If he wasn't afraid to expose his identity in advance, I could cure him to kneel on the ground and call him dad in minutes!"

The little fat man's Cowhide blew loudly. If he hadn't carefully arranged a sound barrier before talking, Yang Fan might really believe it.

"Of course." afraid of Yang Fan's carelessness, Ansheng answered: "if brother fan is really in danger of your life, I won't stand idly by. Even at the risk of exposure, I will rescue you in time."

"Don't believe it. Who doesn't have two life-saving amulets in his pocket these days? I'm willing to give up any precious amulets for brother fan!"

"Just a moment ago, I didn't have a chance to use it, so how can I say that you are a lucky man with God's blessing? This luck and strength are against the sky!"

Yang Fan smiled and shook his head. Who can do Zhuge afterwards? Now things are over. What's more, it's useless?

The fat man has an extraordinary history. He may really have some killer mace against the master, but will he really waste his life saving opportunity for an outsider?

Yang Fan is not sure, because this fat man doesn't look like the kind of person who is willing to sacrifice himself for others. His development is too obscene.

"OK, don't be wordy! Now that I have promised, I won't go back." Yang Fan said to him quietly, "I will accompany you to the place of Lingyuan. As a reward for occupying your place of residence, in the secret realm, I will advance as far as I can to ensure your safety."

Peace of mind.

It's good that he didn't change his mind. After seeing Yang Fan's strong strength to carry the grandmaster's authority, he has more and more confidence in Yang Fan.

After all, those who can enter the land of Lingyuan are some talented players under the age of 20, but no matter how talented they are, they can't reach the realm of a master before they are 20.

Yang Fan is now so powerful that he can withstand the threat attack at the master level. Wouldn't it be easier to deal with those young people who are only at the peak of martial arts?

Ansheng wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Yang Fan. Ansheng seemed to feel it. He couldn't help looking back and saw that the cold, flowers and Zhao Chu came to them together.

Yang Fan's spirit moved, broke the spiritual barrier under an Sheng's cloth in an instant, and then quietly looked up to the three people who had come close.

"Yang Fan, do you want to form a team together for tomorrow's resource competition trial?" Hua Yue asked Yang Fan in a crisp and soft voice: "we are all in the same class. We are familiar with each other. If we form a team together, we can take care of each other in the wild, don't you think?"

Yan Han and Zhao Chu also looked at Yang Fan at the same time, with a trace of eagerness in their eyes.

No matter how useless Yang Fan was before, at least now Yang Fan has shown them his strong side. Such a person is qualified to become their teammates.

Yang Fan's mouth was slightly tilted, his eyes swept through the cold and Zhao Chu, and finally fell on the beautiful little face of Huayue. He held his arms with his chest high and stood up with a trace of cold and arrogance in his contempt, and said in a low voice: "sorry, I'm not used to cooperating with waste!"