The vice president used his mana to make a loud voice: "Silence!"

The originally noisy scene was quiet, and everyone on and off the stage waited for the vice president to make a final decision.

"Since Wu Fan is an unintentional move, the school will not pursue it, this time in the competition, Wu Fan won. The vice president stood up and looked at the row of gentlemen behind him as he spoke, "Do you have any doubts?"

Everyone agreed, and at this moment, Su Buqi took a step forward and said loudly: "The student is not convinced!"

The vice president ignored it, slowly sat down, and nodded towards Wu Fan.

Wu Fan shouted to the children, "I wonder which classmate is willing to be the next one?"

Su Buqi stood in front of Wu Fan, looked at Wu Fan with straight eyes, and said word by word: "The next one is—is—me." ”

Wu Fan glanced at him with some contempt, lowered his voice, approached Su Buqi, and whispered in his ear: "You are a defeated soldier, what qualifications do you have to talk to me again?"

Su Buqi's face turned pale, took a step back, pointed at Wu Fan and said, "If you are a real man, you will compete with me again!"

Wu Fan's eyes were no longer looking at him, but at the crowd around him watching the play, and said casually: "Su Buqi, I can't afford to lose, haha, I really can't afford to lose!"

As soon as Wu Fan said this, everyone immediately became happy, and even the vice president and gentlemen were a little unable to hold back.

The vice president's dark green beard shook up and down, making a whining sound, really trying to maintain his serious image, trying to do it.

"Yes, why didn't I expect it, Su Buqi, I can't afford to lose, don't say it, this Wu Fan has two hits. ”

"If you can't afford to lose, you'll have two hits, you're so visionless?"

"It's just, I think he's just lucky. ”

"Don't say it, luck is also a part of strength, do you have this luck? ”

......

Su Buqi's fists were clenched at his sides, he was trying his best to control his emotions, and his legs began to tremble slightly, this was not fear, on the contrary, it was caused by excessive muscle tension under the extreme anger of the person.

Su Buqi looked at Wu Fan's innocent look, his eyes were bloodshot, he actually laughed, and said in a gloomy voice: "I can't afford to lose?" Wu Fan, do you dare to do it with me again to see who can't afford to lose?"

Wu Fan shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "I'm sorry, you don't have a chance, why don't you take a look at others?"

Su Buqi suddenly took a step forward, and the tip of his nose was about to touch Wu Fan, Wu Fan was so frightened that he stepped back, thinking, what does this guy want to do, is it possible to like men?

Su Buqi said a few words without making a sound, Wu Fan looked at his mouth shape, guessed that he was saying you are waiting, and then watched Su Buqi push away the crowd and walk towards the high platform.

When everyone saw Su Buqi leaving, they thought of coaxing at first, a few people shouted twice, and found that no one responded, so they lowered their voices a little embarrassed, and everyone quietly watched Su Buqi leave alone.

Wu Fan patted his chest, thinking in his heart, scared me to death, I thought that guy wanted to kiss me, really, why are two big men so close, there is no momentum of the war book at all, it looks ambiguous!

This is, a little fat man squeezed out of the crowd, raised his hands and shouted, "I, me, me." ”

Wu Fan recognized at a glance that this was Tong Sheng, who had something to do with the white-robed old man sitting on the stage, so he smiled at him and saluted with his fists.

The little fat man was obviously not very familiar with doing this kind of thing, so he clumsily learned Wu Fan's movements and did it again, but this kind of action made Wu Fan feel good.

The little fat man lifted his pants with his hand, and said boldly: "My name is Hou Wen, you say, what are we comparing?"

Wu Fan thought for a while and said, "I don't know what Senior Brother Hou is good at?"

Hou Wen immediately came to his senses, and rubbed his hands excitedly: "I'm good at Douxian Jia, I don't dare to say anything else, no one knows Douxian Jia better than me in this Tong Academy." ”

Wu Fan opened his mouth wide, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Evil Barrier, is there a Dou Xian Armor in the seven exams!"

The white-robed old man stood up angrily, the Douxian Armor was very similar to the Dou Cricket in Wu Fan's previous life, but it was a kind of Beetle in the Immortal World, it was said that there were many kinds of immortal armor, and the price of rare varieties on the market even exceeded that of some good immortal weapons.

Wu Fan thought about it for a while, and took the initiative to give a step: "I'm sorry, this junior brother, there is no immortal armor in the lower class, so you better change it." ”

When Hou Wen saw Wu Fan say this, he immediately waved his hand: "Senior Brother Wu, don't blame, I'm just joking, hehe, just kidding, let's talk about it." As he spoke, he glanced at the white-robed old man twice, with some fear in his eyes.

Wu Fan smiled when he saw this, "Okay, since we must have passed the geography, let's not mention this again, Senior Brother Hou likes immortal armor, then we are better than living beings?"

Hou Wen immediately nodded: "Okay." ”

The vice dean pointed to a short and fat gentleman and said, "Mr. Wen is a person who has traveled to many immortal realms, and he has also studied the various races in the immortal world, so this question is up to Mr. Wen." ”

The short and fat man bowed slightly, looked at Wu Fan and the others, and said after a little thought: "Don't mention my Seven Xuan Immortal Domain, the two of you take turns, one says one race in my Immortal Realm, see who says more, it will be the winner." ”

After hearing this, the white-robed old man's eyes lit up, and he immediately clapped his hands and said, "Okay, Mr. Wen has a wonderful question!"

When he turned his head to look, Hou Wenzheng looked at the white-robed old man with an inexplicable expression, and his eyes seemed to be asking what was wrong with this question?

Wu Fan couldn't help but smile, and the heart that was originally mentioned settled down in an instant.

The little fat man was glared at by the white-robed old man, and lowered his head in fright, scratching his head with one hand, still thinking about what he had forgotten.

Wu Fan spoke first: "Fire Feather Clan." ”

Mr. Wen nodded, "Not bad." ”

Hou Wen immediately continued: "Shui Miao clan." ”

Immediately after the two of them, one by one, they talked about hundreds of races, Hou Wen looked a little cute, but Wu Fan found that the other party's knowledge reserve was not weak at all.

When the two of them said one hundred and twenty, Hou Wen's speed slowed down significantly, and Wu Fan also deliberately slowed down, in fact, there were no less than two thousand race names in his memory, and he even knew exactly what kind of immortal domain he was in and what characteristics he had.

Hou Wen thought about it, although he reported a "hundred-legged clan." ”

Mr. Wen shook his head and signaled that there was no such clan, this was Wu Fan hugging his fists and saying: "Presumably Senior Brother Hou is talking about the Hundred-Foot Clan, this clan has some six-winged frost worm bloodline, and it is a race called Miao Han Immortal Domain in the Northwest Immortal Alliance. ”

When Mr. Wen heard this, he frowned, "Do you have proof?"

Wu Fan smiled and said, "Sir, you can consult the Northwest Herborist, there is a vegetation called the four-eyed flower in it, and only this hundred-foot clan can plant it." ”

Mr. Wen took a hand, and there was an extra piece of jade slip in his hand, and after reading it with his divine sense, he nodded: "Yes, it is indeed a hundred-foot clan, but since it was Wu Fan who answered, it cannot be regarded as Hou Wen's." ”