Chapter 170

"Sorry, I'm not in the habit of cooperating with waste!"

Yang Fan felt very cool when he raised his eyes to 45 degrees and said this sentence in a very flat tone. He had a sense of hegemony and loneliness. The thief chicken was comfortable!

No wonder these geniuses used to look at him with contempt and disdain from such a condescending position. It turned out that the feeling of such contempt for others was so comfortable!

Especially when Yang Fan saw the two habits of flower and moon and severe cold, the son of heaven, who was used to unconscious coercion, turned into a black pot. His eyes were full of anger but had to bear it, Yang Fan felt that his life seemed to have reached a high tide.

Hello!

"This is the so-called genius! Oh, usually I can only step on those weaker than them, but I'm different. I, Yang Fan, always only step on the face of genius. It's so awesome! It's so loser!"

Yang Fan has completely expanded. He has been the "shame of South China" in South China martial arts school for three years. Now he has finally turned over to the serfs to sing, and he has finally been completely forced.

It's cool to hit these geniuses in the face!

After a word, Yang Fan still had some unfinished business. He disdained to aim at the three of Hua Yue, and deliberately stretched his face forward, showing a obscene look of refusing to fight me.

He was so angry that he couldn't help but want to put his forty-two yard big footprint on Yang Fan's face.

Too arrogant!

He has never seen such an arrogant man!

In the past, when Yang Fan was a waste, their attitude towards Yang Fan was ignored at most. When did Yang Fan point to others' noses in front of everyone and say that others are waste?

The son of the coyote is rampant when he gets it!

This guy has completely expanded, and his suddenly enhanced strength has completely unbalanced his mentality. Such a person is destined not to have any great achievements in the future, and he will die quickly and miserably!

With a cold hum, he turned and left. He didn't want to stick his hot face to others' cold ass.

Without relying on Yang Fan, he can still achieve good results in the trial of resource competition. There is no need to grovel to others.

Zhao Chu also smiled awkwardly and returned to his position, pretending to pack up.

In fact, from the beginning, Zhao Chu was reluctant to invite Yang Fan, because it was humiliating.

After a series of events that happened today, Zhao Chu thought that he had seen Yang Fan's character clearly. He was a hedgehog who would repay him. He was surprisingly small-minded. It seemed that all those who offended him were retaliated by him, and there was no possibility of reconciliation at all.

Look at what he did today and what happened to those who offended him:

Song Zian is still lying on the hospital bed in the medical room, half disabled and half abandoned. Xia Zixuan beat her mouth to pieces. Let alone eating, she couldn't find an entrance to drink water.

Huang Zhong was hypnotized in public and wept bitterly. He slapped himself in the face and lost his face. Finally, he was punched and half killed by Yang Fan's cousin. Even if he was barely cured now, he no longer had the high spirited attitude before. He was as honest as a quail. His self-confidence was hit to the ground. It is estimated that he may not get out in his life.

Xia Zixuan lost a leg directly by Yang Fan. In front of the Master Lao Tzu, she blew her fist. Even her bones and flesh turned into powder and evaporated in the air. It was frightening to think about it.

As the culprit of all this, Hua Yue even wanted to win over this ferocious role. In Zhao Chu's view, it was completely sending her face to the palm of others. She deserved to be slapped.

You don't have to think about it. Yang fan can hypnotize a level 6 martial artist like Huang Zhong. It's not too simple to know the truth from Song Zian or Xia Zixuan. It's strange that he can give Huayue a good face according to his nature of revenge!

So just now, Zhao Chu deliberately stood behind. He just didn't want to splash Hua Yue's blood when he was beaten in the face.

In fact, Yang Fan succeeded in slapping all three of them in one sentence. Embarrassment, shame, anger, anger and all kinds of emotions crossed in their hearts.

However, they all know that Yang Fan is now gaining momentum, and there is a quasi master to stand out for him, which can't be provoked.

Therefore, both the severe cold and Zhao Chu chose temporary forbearance and retreat.

Yang Fan is a hob meat now. There is no way to take him even in summer. What can they do with him?

Quarrel, duel?

It seems that it would only be more humiliating.

Among the three people, only Hua Yue stood where she was, and the flower like smile on her face gradually turned cold, with a cold killing intention in her eyes.

From small to large, no one has ever dared to insult her like this in front of her!

waste material?

In front of those real geniuses, she may really be a waste, but Yang Fan, who is only a piece of iron garbage, has no right to dislike her silver five products as a waste?!

"Yang Fan, you think you've made some progress in your cultivation, and you're already great, don't you?"

"Do you think we kindly invited you to curry favor with you and rely on you?"

"Oh, innocence!"

"I don't know what means you used, but it doesn't mean how deep your own strength is."

"Now, you're only a martial disciple of level 8. Even if you have Da Yuanman's Manniu fist, how many people can you fight? We invite you to join the group. It's for the sake of your classmates. I can't bear to be bullied by other classes. It's for your sake and I think highly of you!"

"Since you are shameless, don't blame yourself for entering the place of trial. The three of us don't invite classmate friendship and don't save when we die!"

Hua Yue raised her head and said in a cold voice: "also, even if the pheasant accidentally flew to the branch, it is also a pheasant. Don't take yourself too important, because it's an illusion!"

With that, the little girl turned and shook her hair, proudly twisted her little ass and left.

Yang Fan's lips turned into anger?

Compared with the severe cold and Zhao Chu, this flower moon is really much younger. You can't even control your emotions. How promising can you be in the future?

"Cow force!" as soon as Hua Yue left, an Sheng ran out again and held out his thumb to Yang Fan with a look of worship: "brother fan, what you just said is really in my heart. It's so cool! It's so cool that I almost sprayed it just now!"

"It's just to teach these self righteous geniuses a lesson. If they rely on their own talents and strong family background, they will drag like 25000 or 80000. They catch who can't look up to who, and look at who is waste. It's too fucking!"

For these gifted children born in aristocratic families, Anson can't stand it. Every time he sees these people put on a high look, look down, despise or even ignore him, Anson wants to raise his foot, step all these heads into his urine and grind them around hard.

Now, Yang Fan has finally realized his long cherished wish for many years.

"Sorry, I don't have the habit of cooperating with waste!" called these genius's face swollen, which is better than grinding in the urine mud. Just now I saw Huayue's changeable dead fish face, which was so exciting that I almost didn't pee directly!

"Well, it's just a mouth addiction. Do you really think they're waste?"

Yang Fan shook his head slightly. He just looked at the flowers and the moon. He couldn't help it for a moment.

Now think about it, it was too inflated and arrogant just now, which was very inconsistent with his low-key and open-minded nature.

However, after a map gun was released, he felt really cool. He was extremely unobstructed and his mind was unprecedentedly accessible. He couldn't help but want to fight again.

Unfortunately, these three people were too counselled. Yan Han and Zhao Chu didn't even fart, and they withered directly.

Hua Yue's chick, although she has said so much, is also tough and weak, just pretending. She didn't give him a chance to raise her hand at all.

"Cut!" Ansheng curled his lips and spared no effort to flatter Yang Fan: "follow brother fan, they are waste! And they are still waste to slag!"

"One of them can be counted as one. Who can be promoted to level 6 in one day? And who can make a leap from spiritual awakening to level 3 in one day?"

"What if you have high talent? Don't you have to drink brother fan's foot washing water? In my opinion, brother fan's talent is the real talent! Other things are waste wood!"

Yang Fan couldn't help turning her head and glancing at Ansheng. She couldn't help raising her hand and patting him on the shoulder. Good boy, there is a future!

"Well, it's almost time. I should go back." Yang Fan glanced at Ansheng. "What about you? Do you want to go back to have a big meal with me?"

"Yes! I haven't seen my uncle and aunt for a long time. I miss them a little!"

As soon as Ansheng has a chest, his round belly comes out directly. When it comes to eating, she is more excited than anyone.

"Are you sure?" Yang Fan frowned slightly. "I just offended the master of East Chu City, the second-class strong master. Now go back with me, and you're not afraid of unknown accidents or assassinations?"

Ansheng shivers!

Nima, I patronize what I want to eat. How can I forget this crop?

It's not easy to provoke that old thing in summer. The look in Yang Fan's eyes just now is obviously not kind-hearted. Maybe he will really make some small moves in the dark.

"I... I have nothing to be afraid of!" an Shengqiang calmed down: "my brothers are people with amulets. They are not afraid of those demons and monsters at all! If they really dare to fight, I'll show you how my brothers are powerful and kill them!"

An Sheng boasted that he didn't even hit the draft. If he hadn't seen his legs shaking all the time, Yang Fan might have believed it.

"OK!" Yang Fan smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Is brother the kind of person who pits his brother? I know it's dangerous and I'll take you to the funeral?"

"I'll just go back by myself in a moment. If you follow, it's a burden. If I'm in danger, I have to distract myself from taking care of you. I can't run if I want to run."

Ansheng was instantly moved to tears. This special mother is the real brother.

He couldn't help but come forward and give Yang Fan a hug, and then his short legs tumbled. He ran away with a swish, as if he was afraid that Yang Fan would suddenly repent.

"This dead fat man is really unreliable!"

Yang Fan couldn't help shaking his head and chuckling, but he never expected Ansheng to help. After all, Ansheng himself was the master of escape, and his strength was even inferior to him. It was useless to expect.

"Whoosh!"

Yang Fan was tidying up his scattered textbooks and stationery. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw that there seemed to be a small black thing flying towards him at a fast speed in the direction of the classroom door. He looked a little, gently explored his right hand forward, and grabbed the little thing in his hand.

A small stone of unknown material is cold, hollowed out in the middle, and its appearance is engraved with unknown lines.

"Brother fan, this is what I call the amulet. Take it with you, but it can save your life and send you at the critical time!"

The fat man who had just left went back and stood in front of the classroom, winking at Yang Fan, but no one can ignore the color of flesh pain in his eyes.

"If you are a brother, don't refuse and go!"

Seeing that Yang Fan seemed to open his mouth, Ansheng dropped a word and slipped away again.

Yang Fan is a little confused.

"Did I say to refuse? I just want to ask how to use this thing! Can this dead fat man be more reliable?"

Yang Fan silently put the so-called amulet into his coat pocket, turned his head and looked to confirm that there was no more shadow in the classroom, then calmly squatted down, raised his hand and dipped a little dirty blood that Xia Zixuan had just dropped on the ground when she was injured, and gently wiped a little in front of his forehead and the corner of his mouth.

Then he raised his hand and pulled his hair twice, making it messy. He held his breath again and turned his face pale.

After making these preparations, Yang Fan gently opened his intelligent brain that had been worn on his wrist and found Wang Zhe's communication number.

Doodle doodle!

As soon as the phone was connected, Yang Fan began to pretend to be extremely weak and cried for help: "cousin, help! I was badly beaten just now! I almost died!"