Chapter 180. Provocation

"This is too young. It's too young."

"Genius is genius, tut."

"Well, why is the gap between people always so big?"

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"Ha ha, the little brother is really good at it. Let's get to know each other." Just as the crowd whispered, a loud voice sounded.

Ye Fan looked up, and a man in a gray robe stood high in the air, slowly fell in front of him, and stretched out a hand.

"Ye Fan, nice to meet you." Ye Fan glanced at him and naturally stretched out his hand and shook it with him.

"Brother Ye is really awesome. He can get through the ninth floor as soon as he comes." Bian Yu continued to praise.

"It's a fallacy, but it's just luck." Ye Fan also used luck as a shield.

"I don't know if Brother Ye is interested in joining us." Bian Yu sincerely sent an invitation and stared at Ye Fan, with a trace of expectation in his eyes.

There was an uproar in Fengyuntang. This can't be joined by everyone. Those who can join are all the people above the 20th floor. This hall is an organization composed of elites from Fengxing District and Yunxing District. Miao Renxiong, the head of the hall, is a famous master of the Qinglong list, ranking 33rd.

Of course, the benefits of joining this organization need not be said. There is such a background, which can basically be said to be rampant here. In the future, it will be much more convenient to practice or act. Even if those strong people want to deal with you, they will stop in the face of Fengyuntang.

Ye Fan was stunned when he heard the words and hesitated for a moment. He did not reply to Bian Yu immediately. Instead, he meditated and said, "This matter is of great importance. Let me think about it again."

Everyone was stunned. They had to think about such a good thing. If they had joined, they would have joined long ago. I heard that the members of Fengyuntang have a salary every month.

Bian Yu was stunned for a moment and seemed to be surprised that Ye Fan didn't join immediately. He smiled and said, "Well, come to me after you think about it."

"Is it just a waste who only has a trace of meaning?" Just then, an untimely sarcasm sounded.

Ye Fan frowned and followed the sound. He was a yellow-haired young man, looking at himself with disdain.

"What are you looking at? Others don't know, but I know it clearly. At the first test, I was next to me. I clearly saw that you only had a trace of mystery. If you hadn't had five meanings at the same time, it was rare. Do you think you would pass the test?" The yellow-haired young man disdains.

The crowd was in an uproar.

"What! A trace of mystery, how can it be? Isn't it no different from a waste?

"How can there be only one trace of mystery? How can this kind of person enter the college? The worst students in our college also have three traces of mystery."

"The five mysteries, a trace of the mystery, tut, there are really all kinds of people in the world."

Everyone looked at the yellow-haired young man in surprise, and sometimes looked at Ye Fan. They really didn't believe that the peerless genius who could get through the ninth level would only have a trace of auspity.

"What are you talking about? If Brother Ye can get through the ninth floor, how can there be only a trace of meaning? It's ridiculous." Bian Yu frowned and scolded the yellow-haired young man angrily.

"If you don't believe it, ask him." Facing Bian Yu, he was still a little afraid and pushed the problem to Ye Fan.

While looking at Ye Fan, he was about to say something, but he listened to Ye Fan's indifferently.

"He's right."

"Whey!"

The crowd really exploded this time. It's really a rubbish with a trace of meaning, but why can he get through the ninth floor? Is it cheating? Thinking of this, there is something wrong in everyone's eyes looking at Ye Fan. Some people even secretly plan to wait for the end of the matter to abatch Ye Fan and force him to break into the secret of the tower. Secret.

Bian Yu also looked at Ye Fan with a shocked face. He couldn't believe it and couldn't speak for a moment.

"Haha, I'll tell you, he's a loser. I dare to say that if he can get through the ninth floor, he must have used some shady means. It must be cheating."

The people who were a little shaken in their hearts are now more convinced of it.

"Nonsense. Since the establishment of my Qinglong College, no one has ever cheated on the tower. Are you provoking the ability of my ancestors of Qinglong College?" A dark man fell from the sky and scolded the yellow-haired young man. It was the big man who talked with Bian Yu.

"It didn't have it before, which doesn't mean it doesn't have it now. Otherwise, it's ridiculous how a waste with only a trace of mystery can get through the ninth floor. What's going on with us people with five or six traces of mystery? Needless to say, I will blow up this grandstanding boy with one hand. The more the yellow-haired young man said, the more excited he became. In the end, he took action directly. A light flashed, and a long gun appeared in his hand.

The real yuan in his body suddenly rolled into the long gun. The tip of the gun was lit with a light yellow light, and the palm of his hand hit the handle of the gun.

"Wo!"

The long gun suddenly burst out, almost in the blink of an eye, before reaching Ye Fan's throat!

"How fast!"

The strength of the youth is not weak, and the people present only saw a faint shadow of the gun.

Under the gaze of countless eyes full of all kinds of emotions, the fierce long gun attack of the yellow-haired young man reached Ye Fan's throat in the lightning. However, just as everyone was waiting for the bloody scene to appear, the gap between Ye Fan's throat was only less than half an inch of the tip of the gun, but it was like being solidified. , suddenly stiff!

Countless eyes suddenly moved along the long gun, and finally stopped at the barrel of the gun, where two slender and white fingers were holding the barrel tightly, and his fierce blow was easily clamped by two fingers.

Then he moved slowly along his fingers, and finally stayed on the young man in a white robe, and there was an uproar on the field.

Slowly looking up, Ye Fan looked at the yellow-haired young man with a changed face. A touch of coldness rose from the corners of his mouth, and said coldly, "I kill you like a chicken!"

As soon as the voice fell, Ye Fan's body turned into a vague shadow. The cold wind sword drew a beautiful arc, and the cold and horrible murderous spirit suddenly broke out!

Feeling the murderousness and sword spirit all over his body, the yellow-haired young man's pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart was even more terrific. He quickly abandoned the gun and retreated. Najie's light flashed, and an identical silver gun appeared in his hand again.

"Wind and Thunder Dance!"

The cold wind sword brought bursts of thunder and wind. The two mysteries of wind and thunder fit in it, and the power soared. Then it exploded away, with great power, crushing the yellow-haired young man.

"Leap Gold!"

As soon as the yellow-haired young man gritted his teeth, the golden meaning covered the body of the gun, especially the head of the gun. The bright golden light agglutination made people's eyes hurt just by looking at it.