"Sorry, I'm not in the habit of working with trash!"
Yang Fan raised his gaze at a forty-five-degree angle and said this sentence in a very calm tone. Yang Fan felt very comfortable. He had a sense of domineering over the world and a lonely feeling of being cold at high places. It was so comfortable!
No wonder these geniuses always liked to look at him with contempt and disdain so condescendingly in the past. It turns out that it feels so good to look down on others like this!
Especially when Yang Fan saw Hua Yue and Yan Han, two emperors who were accustomed to being aloof and unconsciously showing off, their faces turned into a scapegoat, and their eyes were full of anger but they had to hold it back, Yang Fan felt that he Life seems to have reached its climax.
So high!
"This is the so-called genius! Oh, usually I can only step on those who are weaker than them, but I am different. I, Yang Fan, have always only stepped on the faces of geniuses. That's why I'm so awesome! I'm such a dick!"
Yang Fan was completely swollen. He, the "shame of South China" who had been a slave in the South China Martial Arts School for three years, had finally become a serf and started singing, and he was finally awesome.
It’s so cool to slap these geniuses in the face!
After saying a word, Yang Fan still had some unfinished thoughts. He glanced at Huayue and the others with disdain, and deliberately stretched his face forward, pretending to be a bitch who wanted to beat me if he refused.
He was so angry that even Yan Han, who had always been extremely calm, couldn't help but want to stamp his forty-two size feet on Yang Fan's face.
So arrogant!
He has never seen such an arrogant and domineering person!
In the past, when Yang Fan was a waste, their attitude towards Yang Fan was at best to ignore him. When did anyone like Yang Fan point at other people's noses in front of everyone and say that others are a waste
If your son is a Zhongshan wolf, he will run rampant when he succeeds!
This guy has completely expanded, and his sudden increase in strength has made his mentality completely unbalanced. Such a person is destined not to have any big achievements in the future, and he will definitely die quickly and miserably!
Yan Hanhan snorted, turned around and left, not wanting to warm his face to someone else's cold butt again.
Without relying on Yang Fan, he could still achieve good results in the resource competition trial. There was no need to be so groveling and looking up to others.
Zhao Chu also smiled awkwardly, and retreated to his seat, pretending to pack his things.
In fact, from the beginning, Zhao Chu was somewhat reluctant to invite Yang Fan, because it would be humiliating himself.
After the series of things that happened today, Zhao Chu thought that he had clearly seen Yang Fan's character. He was a hedgehog who was determined to retaliate. He was surprisingly small-minded. Everyone who had offended him seemed to be avenged by him. There is no way to recover, and there is no possibility of reconciliation.
Look at the things he did today and what happened to the people who offended him:
Song Zian is still lying on the bed in the infirmary, half disabled and half disabled. His mouth was beaten to pieces by Xia Zixuan. He can't find the entrance to eat, let alone drink.
Huang Zhong was hypnotized in public and cried bitterly. He slapped himself in the face and lost all face. Finally, he was punched to death by Yang Fan's cousin. Even though he was barely cured now, he no longer had the high-spirited attitude before and was so honest. Like a quail, my self-confidence has been knocked to the ground, and I may not be able to get out of it in this life.
Xia Zixuan even lost one of her legs to Yang Fan, and in front of her grandmaster, I exploded with a punch. Even her flesh and bones turned into powder and vaporized, and dispersed in the air. It was really scary just thinking about it.
And Hua Yue, who was the culprit of all this, actually wanted to win over this extremely cruel character at this time. In Zhao Chu's view, this was just sending his face into the palm of others, and he was slapped. It’s also deserved.
There is no need to think about it. Yang Fan can even hypnotize a sixth-level martial artist like Huang Zhong. It is not easy to know the truth of the matter from Song Zian or Xia Zixuan. According to his vengeful temperament, he can It’s weird to give Huayue a good look!
So just now, Zhao Chu stood behind on purpose, just not wanting Hua Yue to get blood all over him when he was slapped in the face.
As expected, Yang Fan successfully slapped all three of their faces with just one sentence. Embarrassment, shame, anger, resentment, and various mixed emotions emerged in their hearts.
However, they all knew that Yang Fan was now very powerful and had a quasi-grandmaster who stood up for him and could not afford to offend him.
Therefore, both Yan Han and Zhao Chu chose to temporarily endure and retreat.
Yang Fan is just a piece of meat now. Even Xia Tian can't do anything to him, so what can they do to him
Quarrel, duel
It seems like that would only make it more embarrassing.
Among the three people, only Hua Yue stood still. The flowery smile on her face gradually turned cold, and there was a hint of cold murderous intent in her eyes.
Ever since she was little, no one has ever dared to insult her like this in front of her!
waste
In front of those real geniuses, she may really be a waste, but Yang Fan, a rubbish with only a first-grade mortal iron, has what right to despise a fifth-grade silver like her as a waste? !
"Yang Fan, you think your cultivation is already great if you have made some progress, don't you?"
"Do you think we kindly came here to invite you just to curry favor with you and rely on you?"
"Oh, naive!"
"I don't know what methods you used to survive the Grandmaster's pressure without being injured at all, but that doesn't mean how advanced your own strength is."
"You are now only an eighth-level martial arts disciple. Even if you have the Great Perfection level of Barbarian Bull Fist, how many people can you beat? We asked you to join the group because of your classmates. We can't bear to have you. If you are bullied by other classes together, it is for your sake and to look up to you!"
"Since you are so shameless, then don't blame me for entering the trial place. The three of us did not ask for the friendship of classmates and refused to save us!"
Huayue raised her head and said coldly: "Also, even if a pheasant accidentally flies onto a branch, it is still a pheasant. Don't take yourself too seriously, because that is all an illusion!"
After saying that, the little girl turned around, flicked her hair, twisted her butt proudly, and left.
Yang Fan curled his lips and became angry
Compared to Yanhan and Zhao Chu, Hua Yue is actually much younger. If she can't even control her emotions, how promising can she be in the future
"Awesome!" As soon as Hua Yue left, An Sheng came out from the side again and extended his thumb to Yang Fan with admiration: "Brother Fan, what you just said really touched my heart. Listen, It feels so good! I almost squirted just now!"
"I just want to teach these self-righteous geniuses a lesson. Isn't it just to rely on their talents to be better and their family background to be as good as 258,000 yuan? They will look down on whoever they catch and look down on everyone. It’s trash, it’s so fucked up!”
An Sheng couldn't stand these geniuses who came from aristocratic families. Every time he saw these people acting condescendingly, looking down at him with contempt or even ignoring him, An Sheng wanted to lift his foot and push them away. The head was all stepped into the mud of his urine and crushed around hard.
Now, Yang Fan finally realized his long-cherished wish for many years.
Saying "I'm sorry, I'm not in the habit of cooperating with trash!" slapped the faces of these geniuses until they were so swollen that it felt even better than being crushed in the mud. Just now I saw Hua Yue's ever-changing dead fish face. , An Sheng was so stimulated that he almost stopped peeing!
"Okay, it's just a mouthful. Do you really think they are trash?"
Yang Fan shook his head lightly. He just saw that Huayue was unhappy and couldn't hold it back for a while.
Thinking about it now, he was too arrogant and inflated just now, and it was completely inconsistent with his low-key and open-minded nature.
However, after releasing a map cannon, he felt really good. His mood was extremely smooth and his thoughts were clear as never before. He couldn't help but want to fight again.
Unfortunately, these three people were too cowardly. Yan Han and Zhao Chu died without even farting.
That little girl Huayue, even though she had said so much, she was also stern and shy, just pretending, and she didn't give him a chance to raise her hand again.
"Tch!" An Sheng curled his lips and spared no effort in flattering Yang Fan: "Follow Brother Fan, they are trash! And they are trash to the point of scum!"
"One among the three of them, who can achieve promotion to level six in one day? And who can achieve the leap from spiritual awakening to level three spiritual master in one day?"
"So what if you have a high talent? Do you still have to drink Brother Fan's footbath? In my opinion, a talent like Brother Fan's is the real talent! The others are all useless!"
Yang Fan couldn't help turning his head to look at Ansheng, and couldn't help but raise his hand and patted his shoulder, "Good boy, you have a bright future!"
"Okay, it's almost time, I should go back." Yang Fan glanced at An Sheng, "What about you, do you want to go back with me for a big dinner?"
"It's necessary! I haven't seen my uncle and aunt for a long time. I miss them a little!"
As soon as An Sheng puffed up his chest, his round belly popped out. When it came to eating, this girl was more excited than anyone else.
"Are you sure?" Yang Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, "I just offended the city lord of Dongchu City, a fully qualified second-level master. If you go back with me now, you won't be afraid of encountering unknown accidents or assassinations. ?”
An Sheng trembled!
Damn, you were so busy with what you wanted to eat, why did you forget about this
That old guy from Xia Tian was not easy to mess with. The look he looked at Yang Fan just now clearly showed bad intentions, and he might actually be doing some tricks secretly.
"I... what do I have to be afraid of!" An Sheng forced himself to calm down: "Brother, I have an amulet to protect me. I am not afraid of those monsters at all! If they really dare to take action, I will let you see what my brother does. Show off your might and kill them until their shit breaks out!"
An Sheng boasted so much that he didn't even write a draft. If his calves hadn't been trembling, Yang Fan might have believed him.
"Okay!" Yang Fan chuckled and patted him on the shoulder: "Are you the kind of person who cheats on your own brothers? Why would you drag you to be buried with him even though he knew there was danger?"
"I'll just go back by myself in a while. If you follow me, you will be a burden. If you are really in danger, I will have to take care of you. I won't be able to run away even if I want to."
An Sheng was instantly moved and wanted to cry. This special girl is a true brother.
I couldn't help but stepped forward and gave Yang Fan a hug, and then my short legs jumped up and disappeared without a trace, as if I was afraid that Yang Fan would suddenly regret it.
"This damn fat guy is really unreliable!"
Yang Fan couldn't help but shook his head and chuckled, but he never expected Ansheng to be able to help. After all, Ansheng himself was the one who was on the run, and his strength was not even as good as him, so it was useless to hope.
"Whoosh!"
Yang Fan was packing up his textbooks and stationery scattered on the ground. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a small black thing flying towards him quickly in the direction of the classroom door. His expression moved, and he gently reached forward with his right hand. He grabbed the little thing in his hand.
A small stone of unknown material, cold to the touch, hollowed out in the middle, and covered with unknown lines on the surface.
"Brother Fan, this is the amulet I'm talking about. Keep it with you. It can save your life at a critical moment. I give it to you!"
The fat man who had just left returned and stood in front of the classroom door, winking at Yang Fan, but no one could ignore the pain in his eyes.
"If you're a brother, don't refuse, let's go!"
Seeing that Yang Fan seemed to be about to open his mouth, An Sheng dropped a word and slipped away again.
Yang Fan was a little confused.
"Did I say I wanted to refuse? I just want to ask how to use this thing! Can this damn fat man be any more reliable?"
Yang Fan wordlessly put the so-called amulet into his jacket pocket, turned his head and looked around to confirm that there was no one left in the classroom. Then he squatted down calmly and raised his hand to drink some of the drops that Xia Zixuan had dropped on the ground when he was injured. A little bit of blood, he gently wiped a little on his forehead and the corners of his mouth with some disgust.
Then he raised his hand and pulled his hair twice more, making it messy. He held his breath again until his face turned pale due to lack of oxygen.
After making these preparations, Yang Fan gently opened the smart phone he had been wearing on his wrist and found Wang Zhe's communication number.
Toot toot!
As soon as the call was connected, before he could even see the figure on the other side clearly, Yang Fan began to pretend to be extremely weak, crying for help: "Cousin, help! I was beaten so badly just now! I almost missed it. He’ll be dead!”
(End of chapter)