At the beginning, Wu Fan thought that it would take an operation to implant the worm into his body, but he didn't want Professor Zhao to just ask him to sign a risk letter and directly use an air pressure syringe to inject an insect egg into his dantian. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

According to Professor Zhao's estimate, the eggs hatch in about five to seven days, and the larvae, because of their survival nature, will find the broken part of the dantian on their own and block it there, if there is no physical rejection after 15 days, it will be considered to have passed the first danger period.

Today is the sixth day, but there is still no response in the dantian, and Wu Fan has no other way but to wait.

Walking through the garden with red leaves and green leaves, Wu Fan came to the boys' dormitory building, the college arranged a dormitory for each student, four people in a room, Wu Fan thought of the 'chatterbox' in the same room with him, and couldn't help but have a headache.

His real name is Yang Jian, and his appearance is ordinary, and the only thing that can impress people is his bright and living eyes, like two marbles that keep rolling, without stopping for a moment.

Yang Jian is from Steel City, belongs to the 'self-cooked' type, hospitable, except for talking a lot, there are no other shortcomings, under its endless verbal offensive like a machine gun, their dormitory may be the fastest harmonious room among all freshman dormitories, in less than half a day, even Wu Fan, because of the ideological gap, originally did not want to deal with people's 'uncle', had to integrate into this small collective.

Before entering the dormitory, you can hear Yang Jian's unique voice, no matter what kind of story, even if it is just a trivial matter, coming out of Yang Jian's mouth, it will make the plot become ups and downs, and often an extremely ordinary thing, under the modification of a large number of exaggerated words from the other party, will also become an earth-shattering event.

Wu Fan sometimes wondered how such a person who seemed to have a never-ending mouth all day long became a chakra martial artist?

Fortunately, in addition to providing dormitories for students, the school also has a secret room dedicated to cultivation, otherwise it would be difficult to have this mouth next to it all day long, and it would be difficult not to go mad.

"The fourth is back!" Wu Fan just appeared at the door, and was wrapped around a slightly short but extremely sturdy, tiger-headed young man, and Yang Jian, who kept talking, greeted him warmly.

The young man, who finally got rid of the entanglement, looked at Wu Fan sympathetically, and smiled helplessly.

His name is Yu Wenhao, from Noah City, the second oldest of the four, with a steady personality, and a preference for fitness, because he is not tall, his shoulders are unusually broad, and he has a nickname, and the door panel! Don't look at Yu Fenghao is only fourteen years old, but his strong muscles give people a feeling that they will explode at any time, which is intimidating, but fortunately he has a tiger-headed and honest face, otherwise he will definitely be classified as the type that people are not close to.

The four people living in the dormitory were arranged in order of age, Wu Fan was ranked last because of his age, Yang Jian was the third, Yu Wenhao was the second, and the oldest was not in the house.

The boss Min Wenzheng, from Nirvana City, one of the four cities, has a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, whether it is speaking or acting, it gives people a sense of maturity and stability, coupled with his height of nearly one meter eight, belongs to the kind of person who makes people feel that they can rely on at first sight, the only fly in the ointment is that he looks too old, he is only fourteen years old, but he looks like he is sixteen or seventeen years old, and he is worthy of the title of boss.

Looking at Yang Jian who was flying towards him, Wu Fan exhaled lightly and shook his head, and walked straight to his bed.

"Fourth, fourth, have you heard? Yesterday, the one hundred and ninety-third player on the bronze list was defeated......" Yang Jian seemed to have long been accustomed to the lukewarm attitude of others, and chased after Wu Fan mysteriously without care.

"Oh!" Wu Fan sat on the bed, picked up a bottle of water from the bedside table, took two sips and looked at Yang Jian.

There are many benefits to Tianjilou, and the abundance of fresh water resources is only one of them.

Yang Jian saw that Wu Fan had the meaning of listening, and immediately perked up, and began to introduce the challenge process like a river, and the subtle feeling of painting and painting the life was also immersive, as if the challenger was himself.

Just at the climax, suddenly a series of slight vibration sounds came, Yang Jian kept talking while glancing at the communication computer in his hand, his expression was suddenly stunned, he closed his mouth very rarely, and carefully looked at the text messages on the computer.

"Good news, there is a freshman who is ranked one hundred and eighty-second player on the Peach Battle Bronze List, let's go and take a look!" Yang Jian finished reading the text message, grabbed Wu Fan's wrist with excitement on his face, pulled him and ran out, and did not forget to greet Yu Fenghao.

Wu Fan's heart moved, Yang Jian just grabbed it seemingly randomly, although the speed was not fast, but whether it was the height of the palm, or the angle of the five fingers apart, it implied a wonderful control, even though his martial arts had not yet recovered, but the consciousness was only possessed by the realm of a military general, but in the face of this grasp, there was a strange feeling that there was nowhere to hide, was it just a coincidence?

Wu Fan retracted his thoughts only to find that he had been pulled out of the house by Yang Jian, so he simply followed him towards the stairs, anyway, before the real devouring worm hatched, he had quite a lot of time, and he could watch the people on the list make a move, and it could also be a reference for the future.

Yu Wenhao also chased out, it seems that he also has some thoughts about the Fengyun List, but when he caught up, he looked at Yang Jian and Wu Fan's hands that were still holding each other with a strange expression, and then Yang Jian reacted and quickly let go, although both of them are boys, there is no difference between men and women, but this will be more misleading.

The two of them came to the college playground under the leadership of Yang Jian, and a large group of students were surrounding not far away, there were two or three hundred people, and several teachers could be vaguely seen standing in the distance. In the middle of the crowd, a high platform was raised at some point, and two teenagers stood on both sides of the platform and looked at each other, and in the middle of the two, stood a male teacher who looked to be in his thirties.

There are two kinds of challenges, public and non-public, and the scene in front of us is the public challenge.

The advantage of an open challenge is that there will be a teacher present, which can greatly reduce the casualty rate, after all, there have been incidents of killing and maiming opponents during the challenge, although the person has been severely punished, but everyone understands the truth of fists and feet without eyes.

Standing on the left side of the high platform is a young man about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing an antique cyan robe, cranking a folding fan, if it is not for the long beveled hair that is more popular in modern times, and dyed blue, it really has a bit of the elegance of an ancient scholar.

Standing on the right is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, dressed in extremely ordinary clothes, jeans with a short-sleeved crewneck, with short hair, and looks the same as his clothes, there is nothing to notice, he belongs to the kind of people who can never be found again when thrown into the crowd.

Yang Jian's eyes fell on the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, but a trace of surprise flashed on his face, and he exclaimed, "It's him!"

(In the afternoon, I was sent out by the BOSS, and I didn't write a word, but since I promised, I have to abide by it, and I'll send it now, don't say it, and continue to write, otherwise I'll break off tomorrow!)