Chapter 162. Strong

The people around him looked at him strangely, laughing, watching a good play, and disdainful, as if he had made a mistake sitting there.

Ye Fan frowned and didn't know what had happened. When he was thinking about what had happened, a bucket-sized fireball hit him fiercely.

Ye Fan's face remained unchanged, allowing the fireball to hit straight.

The people around him were disappointed. He thought he had some strength, but he didn't expect that he was so weak. He didn't fight back at all, and he didn't even resist. What a coke. Thinking of this, those people looked at Ye Fan with a trace of contempt.

"Bum!" The fireball hit Ye Fan's body accurately, and the flame dispersed, revealing the figure inside. It did not become coke as expected, but intact.

A starlighting boundary shrouded around Ye Fan. The boundary was broken. It seemed that the attack had exceeded its load.

"The level of the star boundary is still too low." Ye Fan sighed in his heart that the advantage of this boundary is to ignore any unbreakable attack. The group battle can be called invincible, but it is not enough to watch when encountering an overloaded attack.

"There are two beats, but let's see how many more you can hold on." A sarcasm came from the side.

I saw three bucket-sized fireballs hitting Ye Fan in a zigzag shape and making a whistling sound. These fireballs are not ordinary flames. The flames above are green. The green flame can already cause strong damage to the martial artist in the position, not to mention that it is dark green.

"This kind of strength dares to sit here." This is a young man in a fiery red robe, one of the few people in this area.

From his words, Ye Fan has roughly understood what he means. No wonder there are only a few people here. It's not those who don't want to sit here, but the people sitting here are all strong, and the weak will be swept out mercilessly.

However, the clay figurine also has a three-point fire nature, not to mention Ye Fan.

Ye Fan stood up and stepped on his right foot. A storm appeared in front of him. Three fireballs hit the storm, and it was extinguished in an instant.

Then Ye Fan's figure flashed and flashed his sword at the young man in a fiery red robe.

The young man was shocked and seemed to be surprised by Ye Fan's speed. He quickly changed a few gestures in his hand, and then a dark green flame dragon suddenly attacked Ye Fan.

Ye Fan's eyes were cold, his figure remained unchanged, and he rushed straight to the fire dragon.

"Is he crazy? How dare he fight hard." The people around him exclaimed, because they had seen several unconvinced people dying directly burned by the flame dragon. If it hadn't been for the college's rule that students not to fight privately, those people would have died long ago.

"Haha, how dare you fight with my dragon giant flame to die." The young man in the fiery red robe laughed and was relieved. Originally, the other party's speed posed a great threat to him, but now he is actually fighting hard with him. He once used this trick to kill more than a dozen warriors who are also in perfect status, and naturally he is extremely confident.

The next moment, Ye Fan and the flame dragon collided with each other. The originally powerful body of the flame dragon suddenly burst, and then exploded into countless flames and sprinkled on the people around him.

"Ah!" A student with a seventh level of status was hit by a flame, and his whole body immediately burned a green flame. He screamed and took a lot of effort to extinguish the flame.

"What!"

The young man suddenly panicked. His proud move was broken so directly, and he quickly released a flame boundary in front of him. After doing all this, he was a little relieved.

Ye Fan didn't look at it, but turned into a streamer, breaking countless boundaries in an instant. Finally, the tip of the sword rested on the young man's neck and looked at him coldly.

"Apologize, or die!"

The young man's face turned pale, and there was a panic in his heart. In the face of death, he could not maintain his usual indifference. Originally, he wanted to be soft like this, but when he saw the mocking eyes of the people around him, he was humiliated in his heart and said in a shrill voice

"How dare you kill me!?"

Ye Fan looked at him and said indifferently, "I'll give you three seconds."

"1"

The young man suddenly panicked. Judging from the murderous spirit from the terrible person in front of him, the other party really dared to kill him. How dare he kill him? Isn't he afraid of being fired? Damn it!

In the face of the huge threat of death, the young man gritted his teeth and still softened.

"I was wrong." The young man whispered.

"I didn't hear it."

"I was wrong!" The young man shouted in shame, and he couldn't wait to find a place to dig a hole in.

"Ye-huh, I won't do it again." Ye Fan turned around and left, sat back in his original position, leaving the red-faced young man. At this moment, he and his clothes were a good match.

There was silence around. The students looked at Ye Fan with contempt, but with a trace of fear, flatt and awe.

The strong are respected wherever they are, and this sentence really applies everywhere.

"Are I qualified?" Ye Fan said faintly to several other people around him.

Those people's faces are solemn, nodding, and their eyes are full of fear.

Ye Fan stopped talking and sat there with his eyes closed. As if the old monk was settled, the strong people around him looked at each other and moved out a little.

The people around him had a panoramic view of this scene, and they were even more afraid of this horrible swordsman.

Every minute, there were figures coming in. When everyone came in, they glanced around. Then they saw that there was an empty space around Ye Fan, and his heart was even more thumping. They immediately understood what was going on and walked to a small open space of their own in silence.

Those who can pass the assessment are originally geniuses among geniuses, and they are not fools. Naturally, they can understand the reason why no one dares to sit around Ye Fan. Even if some people don't understand, the so-called "there must be demons when things happen" also makes those people dare not rush to approach.

As a result, people in other places became more and more crowded. Unexpectedly, no one sat down around Ye Fan, forming a strange cycle. The subtle atmosphere echoed among these students, and the atmosphere was a little strange.

"Wo!" At this moment, a slightly bloated fat man came in. His face was extremely simple and thick. It was Wang Jun. He glanced around and found Ye Fan, who was mediting on the ground. His eyes lit up and he immediately walked towards him.

It seems that he didn't notice that there was no one around Ye Fan at all, which can be said to be simple and stupid.

The people around him were shocked and observed a moment of silence for this simple young man, and more people were gloating. It seemed that they had seen this person's miserable situation.