"I must abstain, otherwise I will definitely be hacked to death by him, but you, be careful of capsizing in the gutter!"

Cao Chusheng is still a little self-aware, and he is not hot-headed to reach the finals and join Wei Fan, but his worries are a bit superfluous. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I abstain!"

Liu Fang raised her hand.

In the semi-finals, the students were still waiting to appreciate Wei Fan's swordsmanship and thoroughly find out his reality, but who knew that as soon as he came up, Liu Fang did something that made people vomit blood.

"Why did you abstain?"

"What are you doing with the graduation exam? This is at stake in your future destiny!"

"Could it be that you have an ulterior relationship with Wei Fan?"

The students are depressed one by one, are these girls crazy? Is Wei Fan's position in their hearts more important than a coveted place at Beijing University?

"I don't remember how many times you saved me, but I know that without you, I would definitely die in the ruins, Wei Fan, thank you!"

Liu Fang bowed, her face solemn, she still remembered how panicked and helpless she was in the ruins, but even at the most dangerous moment, Wei Fan did not abandon herself.

"It's really unnecessary!"

Wei Fan was distressed.

"Hehe, besides, even if I try, I can't beat you!"

Liu Fang has seen Wei Fan kill people with her own eyes, to be honest, she has no courage at all against him.

The final was supposed to be played the next day, but with Cao Chusheng and Liu Fang abstaining, the school started early after consulting Wei Fan and Song Qianming.

"Senior Song, come on!"

Looking at Song Qianming, who was standing on the dueling platform and facing the wind in Yushu, many girls who had a crush on him formed a fan group to cheer for him.

Song Qianming glanced at it, and finally showed a smile, his popularity is not bad.

"Senior Wei Fan, down with him!"

Not to be outdone, the freckles school girl shouted.

"Alright, let's announce the beginning!"

Song Qianming urged the referee.

"Wait. ”

Wei Fan stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Song Qianming frowned: "What little trick are you going to play?"

"I abstain!"

After Wei Fan finished speaking, he planned to step down from the dueling platform.

"What?"

Not only Song Qianming and the teachers were stunned, but even the students who were watching the party were also confused, could it be that 'abstention' is a contagious disease? Why did Wei Fan also come?

"Why?"

The referee asked urgently, this is a major event, if Wei Fan abstains, many people will be disappointed.

"No why, because I've already got a spot!"

Wei Fan's natural tone almost made the teachers vomit blood.

"Did you know that this is the final that will determine the school's first title, and the name of the winner will always hang in the honor room to inspire the younger students of each class. ”

The dean stood up and explained bitterly.

"So what?"

Wei Fan asked rhetorically.

"You, I'm so angry, let me slow down first, you say!"

The dean of education pulled Principal Zhang.

"You are the first student to get a full score in the graduation examination and written test since the establishment of Cangdao Epidemic School. ”

Principal Zhang smiled: "In the future, the students will definitely not remember us principals, but they will definitely remember you, and your deeds will affect many younger students!"

Every time Principal Zhang said a word, Song Qianming's face became ugly, these honors should have been his, but now they were taken away by others.

"Got it!"

Wei Fan nodded, and just when others thought he would change his mind, this guy was still ready to jump off the dueling platform without hesitation: "But I still have to abstain!"

"Are you brain-dead? Don't even have a chance to become a legend!"

"Coward, you must be afraid of Senior Song!"

"Go back to the duel, we're not here to see the clown. ”

The students were excited, and Wei Fan's performance simply made them nervous breakdowns.

Principal Zhang opened his mouth, but looking at Wei Fanyun's indifferent expression, he suddenly understood that what legend and what entered the honor room did not matter to him.

Yes, the Cangdao epidemic warriors are too small, and Wei Fan's stage is in Shangjing.

"Headmaster, stop him!"

The dean was about to cry.

"There's no need!"

Principal Zhang shook his head, smiled, and sat down, Wei Fan's attitude of not being shocked by humiliation is really possible to be admitted to Beijing University.

"Wow, it's worthy of my fancy senior, so cool!"

Freckled schoolgirl screams.

"Wei Fan, are you going to escape?"

Song Qianming roared.

"Why would you want to kill you for a title?"

Wei Fan shrugged his shoulders, even if he won the battle, there would be no reward.

"Excuse, you're obviously afraid of losing to me!"

Song Qianming sneered: "You are really scheming, as long as you don't fight, you can take the title of first to participate in the assessment of Beijing University and get preferential treatment." ”

Wei Fan stopped his steps, looked at Song Qianming, and his face turned cold.

"What's the matter? I'm annoyed and embarrassed when I say it, scheming dog!"

Song Qian was name-calling.

The audience was silent, some students felt that Song Qianming was too much, but some people thought of the rumors that Wei Fan had harmed his classmates and thought that he was right.

"Wei Fan, don't be cowardly!"

"It's a man, just one word, do it!"

"Scheming dog, get out of here, don't lose face on it!"

The students coaxed, whether they were jealous of Wei Fan, wanted to see him unlucky, or wanted to see a wonderful duel, almost all the students wanted them to fight.

"You talk nonsense, big brother is not a bad person!"

A childish cry suddenly rang out.

Wei Fan turned his head and saw Cha Cha squeezed out of the crowd, rushed to the front of the dueling table, and argued angrily: "Big brother is the best big brother!"

"Big brother, ha, you'd better add the word soft egg in front of it!"

Song Qian looked down at Cha Cha condescendingly.

"Shut up!"

Wei Fan stared at Song Qianming, his eyes were sharp: "Aren't you going to duel?" Okay, I'll fight!"

"Don't talk so much, sign a big name, fight to the death, do you dare?"

Song Qianming stared at Wei Fan without showing weakness, and his tone was cold.

Hiss!

The whole audience was gasping, which seemed to be a bit overdone!

"Wei Fan, don't promise him!"

Cao Chusheng was terrified.

"Wei Fan, calm down!"

Sun Yan and Liu Fang also hurriedly persuaded that Song Qian's name was not in vain.

"Nonsense!"

The dean of education scolded.

"Hmph, I don't even have this bit of courage, why do I go to Beijing University? It's better to stay in the countryside and die of old age!"

Song Qian was despised.

"Okay, life and death!"

Wei Fan was also angry.

"Headmaster!"

The dean was in a hurry.

"I'll take action at the right time to stop the fighting. Principal Zhang stood up and announced loudly: "The winner of this battle will get a prize of one million!"

Wow!

There was an uproar, and the students' eyes showed a deep envy, the average monthly salary in Dongmu City was only 3,000 yuan, 1 million, and it took a worker to save for nearly 30 years without eating or drinking.

"Since there is no objection between the two, the game begins!"

Principal Zhang personally stepped down and acted as a referee.

Swish!

Song Qianming poked hard, inserted the famous knife in his hand on the dueling platform, followed by a charge, and shot at Wei Fan: "Defeat you, it's enough to use your bare hands!"

"Arrogance!"

Wei Fan was also enraged, and backhanded the blazing enthusiast in his waist and greeted him strongly.

Bang!

The right fists of the two men collided, and a circle of qi swept away.

"Death!"

Song Qianming roared angrily, his fists were like dragons out of the sea, with the sound of wind and thunder, he slammed Wei Fan, and the speed was so fast that dozens of afterimages were brought out.

Ben Thunder Fist!

Wei Fan did not retreat and bombarded with all his might.

Bang! Bang!

There was a huge impact from his fist, but Wei Fan didn't feel the slightest pain, but instead felt that his bones were roaring and roaring.

"I'll see how long you can last!"

Song Qianming snorted coldly, and his fist speed increased to the limit.

Pop!

A pale blue arc appeared, like a small fish, swimming on Song Qianming's arm, and then scurrying onto Wei Fan's hands.

A paralyzing sensation hit.

"Are you going to do this kind of trick?"

Wei Fan was disdainful, and his right fist suddenly went with all his strength and hit out.

Bang!

Song Qianming was knocked away, did a somersault, and after falling, he looked at Wei Fan with a face full of disbelief.

"How is that possible?"

Song Qianming was very cunning, saying that he didn't need to cut the medical knife, and he seemed to despise Wei Fan, but in fact, the Song family's physical skills were also very powerful, but he didn't expect that he couldn't break the opponent at all.

"Is this a warm-up?"

Wei Fan teased.

"The next second, you won't be able to laugh!"

Song Qian's name rushed again, and on his body, there was a blue arc looming, this was the secret method of the Song family, which could improve the function of the body in a short time.

Ten thousand horses galloping!

Song Qianming seemed to be incarnated as a wild horse, sweeping towards Wei Fan with the momentum of a landslide and a crack, and every blow he struck carried a violent force.

Bang! Bang!

Circles of air rippled out, and as long as Song Qianming's fists or long legs hit the ground, the marble countertop would shatter and a hole would appear.

Gravel splatters.

"That's right, Song Qianming's Ben Thunder Fist has seventy percent of the fire, but I don't know how the knife skills are?"

Principal Zhang secretly praised.

"Wei Fan was not defeated?"

The teaching director was surprised, Song Qianming had been improved by the secret method, and his current physique should be three or four times that of ordinary people, but he still couldn't suppress Wei Fan.

Bang!

Wei Fan was punched, but he also turned around and swung his legs, kicked Song Qianming's face, and rushed forward, clinging to him, dancing with his fists.

Bang! Bang!

The fist rained down on Song Qianming's body, making him sore and wanting to shake off Wei Fan, but this guy was so difficult to deal with.

There was no cheering, the students were dumbfounded, this battle, fist-to-flesh, fierce and strong, is the most primitive physical collision, the confrontation of strength and power, without any fancy.

Blood is splashing, muscles are howling!

"Get out of here!"

Song Qianming roared, and his right leg swept towards Wei Fan's head like a steel whip.

Rumble!

Wei Fan tilted his head and resisted a blow with his shoulder, but at the same time, his fist also hit Song Qianming's stomach continuously.

"Are you a mad dog?"

Song Qianming was in a hurry, this routine was not right, it was completely different from when his father was sparring.

"It's so ruthless!"

Zhu Biqian couldn't help but shudder, she understood Wei Fan's tactics.

Song Qianming is from a professional class, and he is used to being pampered, not to mention bloodshed, even if he has never experienced a cruel battle, Wei Fan is different, any of his attacks are based on the premise of killing the opponent.