Chapter 13 Which one are you?

In Ye Fei's eyes, coming to the Missili Empire is the biggest trouble. When I thought of that damn task, I felt a great grievance. Who did I provoke? How could I be tricked here by the dead old man!

"Isn't he just a little boy? If he dares to trouble you, I will beat him into a piece of shit!" The fat man lowered his head and counted the big black purse.

Tut, is this boy quite rich? More than 200 gold coins! You should know that the monthly salary of ordinary people is about five gold coins. Two hundred gold coins earn more than an ordinary family of three in a year.

"Okamura's father is a famous businessman in the city of Respica! He is also a little famous in this school. He has been pursuing Miss Samina. Today, he is here to stand up for Samina. If you beat him up, he will come back tomorrow. Gomires half leaned against the head of the bed and looked at the heartless fat man in front of him.

The fat man threw the empty purse aside and waved his hand: "No wonder he is so rich. Here, I'll buy you a door tomorrow!"

Look at a gold coin handed over by the fat man. Gomires was speechless: "At least I bought it for my life, and you won't take it all away!"

"Bullshit! I'm taking care of it for you, and you can buy some medicine for the rest of the money. That's enough!" The fat man is very generous.

In order to avoid Okamura Siming's anger on Gomires, Ye Fei still decided to accompany him to class. With this lame reason, the remaining dozens of silver coins of the door were ruthlessly searched by Ye Fei in his pocket.

After coming to the First Military Academy of the Missouri Empire, the fat man was much calm, and he also thought about the girls' dormitory. After thinking about it for a long time, Ye Fei still decided to keep a low profile.

Before noon, what happened in the red and white building yesterday evening spread in the college. Everyone looked at the fat man with admiration, compassion, and more full of sympathy.

Ye Fei did not pay attention to these at all, but still walked on the road with his head held high, but the trace of obsceneness in his eyes deeply betrayed this seemingly simple fat man.

For a month, the fat man has been waiting on this path on time every day, using the round mirror hidden in his palm through the reflection of a magic lens embedded in the roadside. This fat man sitting here can clearly see the color of every passing female student's underwear. And it can ensure that it will not be found, so the fat man has been proud for a long time.

"If you want to find an opportunity, you have to report to the college that girls should be prohibited from wearing trousers in the college."

Gomires was a little helpless. He sat next to him and turned over the book. He couldn't figure out why this guy had to sit here and rest for a while. Do geniuses have some quirks?

A dark shadow interrupted Ye Fei's dream. Okamura's eyes are still dark, and his arms are wrapped in thick bandages.

This girl pretends to be so similar! The fat man can't remember breaking one of his arms yesterday.

Ye Fei smiled kindly and said, "What a coincidence, come out to walk the dog?"

The tall and thin young man behind Yoshiaki Okamura's face immediately darkened, and no one in this college dared to satirize himself so much.

It seems to confirm the fat man's idea. Okamura Siming said to the magician behind him, "Sunior Nasflan, that's him. Please teach this boy a good lesson for me."

Nasfranc? Gomirez's heart beat. This is a famous figure in the First Military Academy, with profound military theoretical skills and excellent magical strength. With these two points alone, he has become a newly anticipated newcomer by the military. The 22-year-old five-level magician has infinite possibilities in the future. He can fly to the sky just by successfully graduating from here.

Gomires has only heard of it before, and this is the first time I have seen him. He doesn't think the fat man has the strength to challenge the fifth-level magician.

The smell of gunpowder in the air was getting stronger and stronger, and Gomires looked at the fat man with worry. Gomires thought to himself, "Should the teacher stop this from happening?"

Nasflan was not interested in being interested in this matter. In his eyes, there are not many things worth doing in this college. How strong can a 19-year-old warrior be? Level 3? Level 4? For this level, manual finger movements can be smoothed.

Thinking about his bulging wallet, Nasflan thinks it's better to come forward to help his younger brother, and he has to rely on this younger brother to maintain his life.

"Is that you who hurt my friend last night?" Nasflan walked to the fat man with a blank face.

It really excited Okamura to be called a friend by Nasfran. This seems to be the first time in his impression.

The fat man looked disdainful: "Which one are you?"

A coaxed laugh from the crowd opened the pot.

Nasflan couldn't help but be angry. Obviously, the fat man deliberately asked himself this when he heard Okamura's words. It seemed that it was necessary to teach this fat man a good lesson later.

He suppressed his anger and said with a sneer, "You will know soon! I will make a deep impression on you!"

Ye Fei blinked curiously and said to Jiming Okamura, "Did you feed it before you came out? How can you bite people indiscriminately!"

The big black face is ferocious: "Hey, make your teeth sharp! Let you feel the feeling of yesterday in a moment!"

When was Nasflan insulted like this? Being laughed at by the fat man twice, he was already very angry. His whole face turned green and the corners of his mouth kept twitching. It's not easy to start with your identity.

The fat man ignores Nasfran at all. Just look coldly at Yoshiaki Okamura and said faintly, "Leave the money, then take your dog and get out of here."

Okamura Jiming was stunned, as if he had heard the funniest story and laughed. He knew that the fat man had completely angered senior Nasfran, and no one had been able to stand here safely after being so arrogant.

As an outstanding representative in the third grade of the First Military Academy, if Nasflan let his dignity be trampled on so much, he does not deserve the status of a fifth-level magician.

Nasferan raised his head and remembered the fat man carefully: "You are lucky. I will only break your legs."

This scene on campus has aroused the interest of countless people, especially some third-grade students. In their impression, they don't seem to have seen Nasfland take action for a long time.

More and more onlookers pointed out to several people in the middle of the venue. What happened in the dormitory building last night quickly became popular.

Everyone looked curiously at this fat man, who could force Nasfran to get angry.

Gomires pulled the corners of the fat man's clothes and whispered, "Forget it, give them back the money."

Okamura Jiming snorted coldly and took over: "Money? The purpose of today is not just money!"

Nasflan gritted his teeth and said, "I want to fight with you!"

In the middle of the college playground, a circular open space with a radius of about 40 meters was quickly surrounded by everyone. I don't know who started the gamble that soon attracted a large number of students. No one will miss a profitable business. Okamura Siming wanted to win back all the money he lost yesterday and pressed 500 gold coins.

"I bet Nasfran to win, two gold coins!"

"Poor man, I bet ten gold coins on Nasfran."

What makes Ye Fei a little depressed is that no one is betting on himself to win...

"I'm so unremarkable?" The fat man asked Gomires doubtfully.

The fat man waved all the money to his roommate. Gomires was a little speechless. He couldn't figure out where the fat man got so much confidence. That's 200 gold coins! I work hard in the college and only get two gold coins every month.

The two stood in the middle of the field, and with a short spell, the battle between the two officially began.

In the face of warriors, the first spell of all magicians is always "Flax". A blue light curtain wrapped the figure of Nasfran in it.

Nasferan held the staff and half narrowed his eyes. The magic elements in the air were all condensed at the top of the staff. No matter how many levels of warrior the opponent is, Nasfland will not despise his opponent when the battle officially begins, which is a good habit he has developed for so many years.

"Osan Sang Makou!" With this spell, an aperture flew towards the fat man's feet. The fat man knew that this was a slow technique, and he could practice magic when he reached level four. It is much faster to release this magic with five-level strength.

On the mainland, almost all magician textbooks mention this sentence that magicians must continuously control them if they want to defeat warriors.

Nasflan kept talking, and magic spells came one after another. Gravity, power failure, muddy land, fireball. Nasfran's basic skills are very solid. Each spell is selected as a restricted spell with extremely short spells. He wants to fight for a chance to kill the fat man in front of him.

"Oh, my God, is this Nasfran's strength? It's terrible!" From time to time, there was a burst of surprise in the crowd.

The fat man was unmoved at all. He had already learned these little tricks on Mr. Qu countless times. In terms of strength, how can this thin guy like a toothpick compare with Mr. Qu? Ye Fei's most indispensable thing is the experience of fighting with magicians.

"Do you dare to come out and bite people with this ability?"

In an instant, the spirit of Kowloon's war was all over his body. Except for the mud land that brings a little trouble to itself, the other spells are like stones. There are only a circle of golden ripples on the surface of the body.

The fat man's right foot suddenly exerted force, and the cement floor instantly cracked like a spider web. He kicked out with one foot. The fat man only took three steps at a distance of 40 meters. Every foot goes down, some sand and stones will splash on the ground.

The golden fist was mixed with the momentum of wind and thunder, like a dragon crossing the river, smashing down fiercely according to the magic shield.

With a loud bang, when the war spirit came into contact with the magic shield, it unexpectedly brought a spark like fireworks.

Nasflaran's heart beats, so strong!

From several restricted spells, the third-grade student soon knew that this inconspicuous fat man had definitely reached level 5 strength. I have already put away the previous contempt mentality. However, he still did not expect the power of this punch to make his magic gradually out of control.

The magic elements in the air seem to have become chaotic. It has caused me a lot of trouble.