Chapter 201 Martial Contest (1)

Wang Fan slowly withdrew his fist, blew it at his mouth, and said disdainfully: "Come out and do not be so arrogant if you don't have the ability!"

After saying that, Wang Fan didn't even look at the young masters in front who had been shocked by him. He strode away. From a distance, there seemed to be a muffled sound and screams coming from a distance, a little blurry, but the sound was shrill.

Behind him, Oliver stood like a wooden man, until Wang Fan was about to walk away, and then woke up and chased him. This time, his attitude towards Wang Fan was even more polite and respectful. Strength determines everything.

"Hahaha, Nephew Colin, this time you have made a lot of face for me. I want to thank you!" The leader of the Alto clan stood up with a smile, greeted Wang Fan, holding Wang Fan's hand intimately, "Come on, sit next to me and chat with me and Chief Hos."

In the envious eyes of the people around, Wang Fan sat next to the two clan leaders.

What happened just now was just a small episode. Today's martial arts competition is a very important competition. All major families are cautious and soon, the commotion calmed down.

His eyes swept casually and passed by the people on the field. He suddenly noticed that the little demon girl from Feilin, who was two seats away from her, was discharging electricity to herself again. Her big eyes were blinking, as if she could speak. Seeing her looking at her, Feilin gently opened her red lips, stretched out her tongue and licked her red lips, and her teeth gently bit her lower lip. Her eyes were full of teasing desires.

The charm at that moment had endless temptation and charm.

"Gudu!"

All the men who saw Feilin's charming look at this moment all swallowed a saliva. Feilin was already beautiful and sat in a prominent position in front, attracting the attention of a large number of wolf friends. At this moment, the charming movement made them feel ready to move below.

Even Wang Fan almost lost his mind. He felt a heat rising in his lower abdomen. Wang Fan coughed twice and quickly turned his head. If he continued to look, he was about to make a fool of himself.

Feilin waved a small fan lightly, and a comfortable smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, thinking to herself: "Little guy, you are still pretending, wait for your sister to teach you obediently!"

In the central city square, the military competition finally kicked off at 9 o'clock in the morning.

A middle-aged clan leader of an eight major family came forward to speak, standing on a huge platform up to ten meters high, but his voice could be conveyed to everyone's ears. This skill is enough to be admired. After a simple opening remark, the middle-aged clan leader made a request position to the side.

"Next, please invite Mr. Rivalen, the special envoy of the Holy Demon Academy."

A figure flew lightly to the high platform. This was a middle-aged man in his fifties with a gentle face. He had a high nose bridge, deep eyes, and eyebrows flew into his temples, giving people a heroic impression. However, his expression was very gentle, softening the heroic spirit on his face.

"Dear patriarchs, all the contestants, and the vast number of students who came to study in the academy. This competition is a fighting competition held by our college to add fresh blood. The Central Island has always been a talent base for our Holy Demon Academy. Over the past few hundred years, the people on the island have made a lot of contributions to our college and provided a lot of talents. Therefore, the college will give various families the recommended number of places. Three years later, a magical war will occur on the mainland, and the entire continent will fall into war. Therefore, the college will expand the number of enrollment. I hope that this time, the genius juniors on the island can be selected. Okay, I won't say anything extra. I announce that the martial arts competition will begin now!"

With Mr. Rivalen's announcement, there was a roar around the platform and fireworks and ribbons flew, just like a festival.

The competition is divided into ten arenas. The players draw lots to decide their opponents. The first wave of battle is to select strong players. Wang Fan also went forward to draw lots. It is number nine, nine is full, the universe is nine turns, and the hidden dragon is flying. He is very satisfied with this number.

His event was the second battle in the third arena. He could wait for a while.

"Brother Colin, how about it? After seeing so many contestants, is there anyone who can be your opponent?" The Alto patriarch next to him said with a smile.

Wang Fan smiled faintly and said, "Not yet, but I will know."

"My battle is about to begin, Master Clan. Let's say goodbye first!" Wang Fan stood up.

The Alto patriarch smiled and said, "That depends on your wonderful performance."

"Don't worry, the skill of tea!"

Looking at Wang Fan's back as he left, the eyes of the two patriarchs flashed with responsibility.

"Will he win the championship? He is arrogant, but there are geniuses in other big families!"

"I think he will."

When Wang Fan walked to the No. 3 martial arts arena, the last fight was not over yet. The two sides of the fight were a boy of sixty or seven, a little small. The other was a young man in his twenties, but the fight between the two was the boy who had the upper hand.

"Boom!" The young man was punched in the shoulder by the boy, and the young man was knocked away and landed outside the court.

"Hmph, with this little skill, I'm still coming out to compete for the top ten? It's such a delusion!" said the young man arrogantly.

The young man clenched his fists, and blood came out of the corners of his mouth. Looking at the majestic young man on the stage, he said in a deep voice: "I lost!" After that, he left the field silently. No one went to see him when he left. The loser would not receive attention.

When the referee announced that the boy won, the boy also left proudly.

There were two people next to Wang Fan, pointing at the back of the boy: "Did you see that? That boy is a contestant of the Henry family of the Eight Great Family. I heard that he is the nephew of the patriarch. However, he has been outstanding since childhood and is a martial arts genius who has never had one in a thousand. He has reached the third level at a young age. He is so amazing."

"Yes, it's so much more people than people. I know the young man who fought with him just now. He is a very famous warrior in our east civilian area. I heard that he is also very talented, but unfortunately, he has no money to support him in practice, otherwise he wouldn't have lost to the boy."

"There is no way, this is fate. Who made him not born in a big family?"

Wang Fan's eyes passed through the crowd and fell on the silent back.

Suddenly, a fair and slender jade hand shook in front of Wang Fan's eyes, and a giggle rang in his ears: "What's wrong, my baby brother, is that person special? Or do you want to recruit him?"

No need to ask, you will know that it is Feilin, the little witch. To be honest, Feilin, a pure and lewd woman, can arouse men's desires. Feilin also knows that her advantage is always exuding a tempting smell.

When she appeared, a group of men watching the battle next to her were involuntarily gathering on her.

Wang Fan cursed "Little Fairy". If she weren't Oliver's fiancée, and the two patriarchs were still watching from a distance, they couldn't say that he would really put her on the spot. This little fairy was so tempting. Today, Feilin was wearing a white magnolia dress with a little transparent skirt, and the pink underwear was inside. She looked hazy and faint, between the inability to see. This hazy temptation made men imagine the most.

"Beauty, I will be the next game. If I win, will there be any reward?" Wang Fan teased. Since he can't do it, it's okay to get some cheaper verbally.

Fei Lin gave Wang Fan a charming look, licked her pink tongue and said, "How about a kiss?"

Wang Fan laughed, "A word is certain." After saying that, he flew into the field!
Chapter completed!