"Brother Ye Fan, Brother Ye Fan." Qing Linyu's hand shook in front of Ye Fan's eyes, since Ye Fan's brother in the morning, Ye Fan seemed to have changed as a person.

Could it be that I feel guilty for being so rude to me in the morning?

Ling'er really disappeared, no matter how Ye Fan called or summoned, Ling'er never came out again, Ling'er really disappeared.

glanced at Qing Lin with a blank look. He lowered his head and thought about Ling'er.

"Brother Ye Fan. It's okay, the morning's events ......" Qinglin thought that Ye Fan was still guilty about the morning's events, biting her lip, thinking of the morning's events, even she was a little frightened, but Ye Fan's brother was in his prime, and it was understandable for him to act like that.

"Brother Ye Fan...... Qinglin is still young now, you wait for Qinglin for another year, I don't blame you for the morning's incident. He said in a somewhat embarrassed tone, his eyes secretly staring at Ye Fan's changes.

Ye Fan heard Qinglin's words, then came back to his senses, and nodded blankly: "Oh...... Good. The expression on his face was numb or numb.

Ling'er is gone, Ling'er is gone......

Ye Fan's heart has always been surrounded by this sentence, and now Ye Fan has realized how important Ling'er is to him, and he is indispensable for Ling'er's company.

"...... you" Qing Lin saw that Ye Fan's expression was still so numb, and she puffed out her mouth and was a little angry, everyone confessed to you like this, you actually replied to me?

"Oh what, it's almost time for you to compete." Qing Lin couldn't help but hammer Ye Fan's shoulder with her fist, but her strength was too small, and Ye Fan didn't feel pain at all.

"Oh. Good. Hearing Qing Lin's prompt, Ye Fan's eyes skimmed towards the competition platform, and at this time, one of the people on the competition platform had been kicked down by the other hand.

The next one is yourself.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan was slightly refreshed. Waiting for the referee to decide. I saw that the referee asked someone to carry away the disciple who was injured because of the competition, looked at an account book in his hand, and shouted lightly.

"In this game, Su Ci wins! In the next game, Ye Fan of the second class of the Xuan Rank fought against Huang Zheng of the eighth class of the Xuan Rank. Players are invited to play. ”

After speaking, the referee jumped out of the competition platform, and when he heard the name Ye Fan, the people around him turned their eyes to Ye Fan, Ye Fan's reputation has been very good recently.

"That's Ye Fan? How...... Look so silly? ”

"yes, you see he's sitting there like a fool with a blank face."

"Alas, don't talk nonsense, he's the one who escaped from the mouth of a fourth-order demonic beast."

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For a while, everyone saw Ye Fan's expressionless face like a dead man, and they started to talk about it.

On the competition platform opposite Ye Fan, a man in a blue robe had a gloomy face, stood up, stepped on the seat he had just sat on, flew lightly to the competition platform, and landed smoothly.

He wanted to see who the rumored Ye Fan was, and even his own junior sisters in the same department discussed him every day.

"Brother Ye Fan, it's your turn." Qing Lin was even more angry when she saw that Ye Fan was still in a daze, but she still gently pushed Ye Fan's shoulder and shouted. The eyes around were focused.

"Is it my turn? Oh good. Nodding, Ye Fan slowly walked down the stands step by step and walked towards the competition platform.

"You forgot to take your weapon, Brother Ye Fan!" Qing Lin saw Ye Fan's iron sword placed on the stands, picked up the iron sword, and shouted, ready to throw it to Ye Fan.

After a pause, Ye Fan didn't look back. Forget it, I'm too lazy to take it. Now he feels unmotivated to do anything.

In this way, in the midst of everyone's colorful eyes, Ye Fan slowly walked to the side of the competition platform, and slowly climbed up with his hand on the competition platform.

Really, spicy eyes! TM's this is Ye Fan? Everyone else is flying or jumping on the podium, or all kinds of bells and whistles to enter, and you actually use the way of walking? For a while, everyone felt that Ye Fan was not as powerful as the rumors, and sure enough, the rumors were not credible.

"Brother Ye Fan......" Looking at Ye Fan's absent-minded appearance, Qing Lin sat in the stands, holding the corner of her clothes with her hands, a little worried.

Huang Sheng watched Ye Fan slowly climb up to the competition platform and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Huh. I thought this Ye Fan was so powerful, but it turned out to be such a weak dish. I was scared in vain. The corners of his mouth hooked a touch of mockery, and when he saw Ye Fan on stage, he clenched his fists and said, "Xuanjie Class 8, Huang Zheng." He couldn't wait to beat Ye Fan up, so that he could be famous in the outer courtyard, and when the time came, wouldn't the senior sisters be all his own?

The more I thought about it, the happier I became, and the excited expression on my face couldn't hide it at all. Grinned.

"Eh, Ye Fan." Ye Fan nodded and said, is this Huang Zheng a little sick, what are you laughing at? But he didn't care. Just standing, he was too lazy to run to fight Huang Zheng.

"Hmph, then you're welcome." Looking at Ye Fan's appearance in a daze, Huang Zheng thought that Ye Fan was frightened by his momentum. With a cold snort, a stream of golden energy slowly poured out of his hand, and his feet slowly moved to the edge of the tournament platform.

His hands were in a grip shape, and his upper body was slightly tilted forward, and it was clear that he was going to sprint.

"Hook Claw!" With a loud shout, Huang Zheng moved, he wanted to pinch Ye Fan's neck in his hands and slam it out of the competition platform!

The figure turned into a faint golden light, burst out, and pinched Ye Fan's neck at an extremely fast speed.

And Ye Fan, as if he was stupid, stayed in place in a daze. Looking at Huang Zheng, who was coming from the burst, he didn't make any movement.

"Hmph, die!" Huang Zheng quickly approached Ye Fan and grabbed Ye Fan's neck with his hand.

The spectators in the stands could already think of Ye Fan's miserable appearance in the next moment, what Qing Lin was worried about happened, Ye Fan would not be so nervous that he didn't dare to move if he hadn't experienced this kind of game!

It may have been scared when she was absent-minded just now, so she quickly blocked her eyes with her hand, she didn't want to see Ye Fan's miserable appearance.

Huang Zheng's hand quickly poked out towards Ye Fan's neck, and a fierce wind hit Ye Fan, Ye Fan raised his head slightly and glanced at Huang Zheng.

Seeing his hand getting closer and closer to Ye Fan's neck, Huang Zheng's face showed ecstasy, but at this time, his body froze, and the whole person stopped in a strange posture.

His hand stopped less than ten centimeters away from Ye Fan, his eyes widened, and he looked at the fist on his chest in disbelief.

"It affects my thoughts." Ye Fan said lightly, without looking at Huang Zheng, and punched Huang Zheng hard in the chest. Huang Zheng's body seemed to be made of paper, and he flew out upside down, with a "bang", he fell under the stage, and fainted for the first time, I don't know if he was angry or knocked unconscious by Ye Fan.

There was a sudden silence under the stands, and looking at this extremely quick battle, the mouths of the people in the stands opened wide, and they could stuff an egg.

Huang Zheng is a one-star fighter, just like that, he was knocked down with one move? Fake, right?

Even the referee was stunned for a moment, but the referee who had seen more of the world quickly came back to his senses, and called someone to carry Huang Zheng away and take him to heal before shouting: "Xuanjie second class, Ye Fansheng!" ”