Chapter 276. The dream of the weak

"Maybe, but I still want to try." Ye Fan smiled softly. He saw too many people who felt good about himself. At this moment, he saw another one, and he couldn't help but have an inexplicable sense of joy.

"If you tell him that he killed the second elder of the Huangfu family, the master of ascending to heaven, would he be too scared to move?" He couldn't help thinking maliciously.

"It's really fearless, well, I'll beat you with my gun and tell everyone that you are vulnerable." Jiang Hai stroked the front hair and made a rather handsome move.

Ye Fan didn't say anything, but looked at him quietly, without contempt or fear. He just seemed to look at him like this. Seeing that Jiang Hai couldn't hang his face in the end, he finally took action.

"The ardent!" The long gun was in his hand, and countless shadows were pierced in an instant, one after another, like the waves in the sea.

However, this gun shadow is different from Ye Fan's quadruple shock sword. His gun shadow is made by extremely fast shooting speed, and Ye Fan's is generated by vibration. There is a big difference between the two, and the power is also very different.

Facing the surging gun, Ye Fan did not move, gently pulled out a long sword and gently stabbed forward.

Although it was just a simple stab, and even no momentum to speak, it was indescribably uncomfortable to fall into Jianghai's eyes, and the ensuing scene made him open his eyes wide.

The shadow of the gun disappeared all over the sky, and the endless gun power disappeared. All that was left was a long gun and an ordinary long sword. The head of the gun was opposite, and the whole world seemed to be still.

Jiang Hai slowly raised his head and looked into Ye Fan's eyes. They were a pair of eyes without sadness or joy, without any emotional fluctuations. Just falling into his eyes turned into the silent sarcasm of the other party.

"The stormy waves!" Jiang Hai roared, and the long gun opened the sword, drew out a series of magnificent blue true air, tearing the long sky, as if the long sky was the sea, and the blue true air was the rolling waves.

In the face of the fierce attack, Ye Fan moved. He gently raised his sword and stroked towards the terrible attack, just like the nine heavens, with a fairy without any fireworks.

In an instant, the wind was calm, and the blue true air suddenly stagnated, and then dissipated unwillingly.

After finishing all this, Ye Fan used his third sword, which was different from the thorn. This time, just starting, there was a pressure with the power of heaven and earth on the ring, like a prison.

Jiang Hai trembled all over and looked at Ye Fan's eyes full of fear. His proud unique skills were easily broken like a child's family in the eyes of the other party. Now this last sword has shattered the pride in his heart. Such pressure and gods make him unable to resist at all.

"I admit defeat." He said bitterly, without the previous arrogance, like the defeated rooster, dejected.

As soon as Ye Fan's long sword was collected, the terrible pressure suddenly disappeared. There was no joy of victory. He just turned around and left, leaving Jiang Hai alone on the stage in a daze.

Under the stage, there are not many people who can understand this battle. Most of them don't understand why the gorgeous gun is so vulnerable in front of Ye Fan, and they don't understand why Jiang Hai admits defeat before Ye Fan's last sword comes out.

"It's a strong enemy." A man with a cold face said lightly that he was unparalleled and ranked 25th on the Qinglong list.

"Oh? With your nature, you can say such a thing. Is this guy named Ye Fan so powerful? Do you think it's better for me to fight with him? A handsome and sunny man next to him said.

"You are not his opponent." Leng Wushuang said coldly.

"I don't believe he is so powerful." The man didn't care and stretched out.

Leng Wushuang did not say much to him, but burned a sense of enthusiasm to meet a strong enemy in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that he had grown to this extent." In an unnoticed corner, two men stood together and looked at Ye Fan away with an ugly face.

"Yes, I could easily pinch it to death at the beginning, but now it's quite difficult to deal with it." The other said so.

"Well, in fact, it's not a big deal. Even if he defeats Jiang Hai and offends the boss, he is destined to be a dead man. Now it's just the last dazzling, not to mention that he is not necessarily my opponent."

"Yes, let you play the last light and heat, and wait for the boss Huangfu to take action, which is your death."

"You guys, you know how to fight and kill all day long. It seems that you can't deal with this boy. Leave it to me if he can meet me." A gorgeous woman smiled coquettishly.

The two men avoided it like snakes and scorpions, and then felt sad for Ye Fan. When they fell among the novices of Huangfu, at least they could die happily, but if they fell into the hands of this woman, it was really worse than death.

These three people are the good men of Huangfuxin. Although Huangfuxin doesn't pay attention to Ye Fan at all, as his good men, he naturally has to worry about the old man.

But they don't know that at this time, Ye Fan is no longer someone who can kill casually. When they really meet in the future, they will find that Ye Fan's strength is far beyond the imagination of any of them.

......

When Ye Fan won five games in a row again, no one said that he relied on luck or something like that, but really began to pay attention to it.

Ye Fan won all the way to the last battle. He met the strongest person in this group, Qinglong List 75, Li Hate Knife, still easily defeated.

And when Li hate knife said, "I'm not as good as you", those guys who had said sarcastic things before completely shut up one by one.

Luck, can luck make him win the last game in a row?

Luck, luck can make Li Hate and say that I'm not as good as you.

Do you really think everyone is a fool?

At this time, not only Ye Fan, but also many previously unknown newcomers emerged.

Jun Wunian, the evil peerless face, can melt all the gentle smile, the understated victory, and conquered the hearts of countless girls.

The red scarf teenager, whose weak body, has countless horrible powers that are not available in physical cultivation. Along the way, almost all the opponents were punched by him, and those powerful opponents were also willing to bow down under his horrible power.

Ye Fan will always be the simple sword, the cold face, and the undefeated myth of rising in the new life, but there are still many people who can't understand why he wins the strange in every battle, but no one will question his strength when he can get here. He really has the strength of the top 100 of the Qinglong list. .

At this time, all the groups have finished the game, only seven groups are not good, and the last game is going on.

The person on the stage is an ordinary teenager, and the other is a domineering young man.

This is a game of great disparity in strength. At this time, the teenager was already bruised all over his body and his face was full of blood.

"Bum."

The young man kicked him in the stomach, and the latter spewed out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, and struggled to get up.

"You are a loser, and you still want to get out of the line. Let me tell you, it's impossible." The young man's stomach and the teenager who fell on the ground stepped on his hand again.

The teenager's face was extremely painful. He refused to shout out and held back.

"Get up for me." The young man stepped on his head and said ferociously.

"Get up! Don't you refuse to admit defeat? Then I'll beat you to admit defeat. The young man was very angry, because in his eyes, a stable game was dragged by this boy until now. The other party's unwillingness to admit defeat made him extremely angry.

This game was originally not paid attention to, but there was one person who made many people pay silent attention to it. He is the ordinary teenager, because he represents the majority of students with mediocre strength, representing their hopes and dreams.

We have no adventure, no outstanding talent, no famous teachers, and no outstanding place.

However, we have perseverance, and we are not willing to give up. On this stage of true genius, we who are abandoned also dream of the day when we are abandoned.

The teenager is still short of a victory, and he can qualify. He places the hope of many people, but the hope is hope after all, and the reality is still so ruthless.

Those mediocre people silently watched the teenager being punched and kicked, watching him keep struggling and clenching his fist tightly.

"How can a loser like you get this far? You losers only deserve to stay below and watch for me." The young man laughed rudely, pulled up the teenager's collar and punched him.

The mocking sting is not only the hearts of teenagers, but also the hearts of countless people. They should have been angry and should have resisted, but the cruel reality told them that anger was only in vain, so more and more people became more silent, and many people closed their eyes and couldn't bear to look at it.

The teenager's body trembled and struggled, even if there was no strength in his body, as if he had reached the limit and could no longer move.

The sound of ridicule came from my ear, and the scolding became more and more blurred.

It's just that when he saw the pendant engraved with "Xiaoxiao" in his hand, a trace of clarity appeared in the increasingly blurred world. It was a girl's crying, reluctant and heartbreaking eyes.

"You are a scum. Go to hell." The young man's eyes were sharp and he stepped on it, but he couldn't step on it. A pair of blood-stained and scarred hands grabbed his feet.

"With... What?" The young man's mind gradually became clear, and there seemed to be a warm force in his body, supporting him up.

"Look at it."

Everyone couldn't bear to look at it again, but when they heard an exclamation, they still raised their heads. When they saw the scene, their hearts trembled.

"Stand up!" A short man who is usually timid can't find a trace of timidity on his face at this moment.

"Stand up!" A man with a trace of vicissitudes on his face had tears in his eyes, as if he had seen himself when he was young.

"Stand up!" They roared.

That's their unwillingness, that's their obsession.

That's...

The common dream of all of us!

Why, only you pay attention!

Why, only you are worshipped!

Why, only you are the Marquis!

The domineering young man was shocked at this moment, looking at the unwilling roar around him and their depressing face.

The strong are silent

Even Ye Yunxuan's eternal indifferent face, there is a trace of awe at this moment.

"I won't let you stand up. I'll kill you while you're sick!" The young man said ferociously, but he could no longer move, as if there was an invisible force binding him. He felt a chill behind his back and looked back.

But I saw a pair of cold and ruthless, murderous eyes.

Ye Fan slowly got up from his seat and looked at him coldly.

Next moment

A teenager with a red scarf around his neck resolutely got up

A man in a fiery red robe and a man in a blue robe slowly got up

A rough and scum-faced man got up silently.

More strong men stood up silently, and as they stood up, the domineering young man only felt the binding force around him one after another, as if countless hemp ropes were tied to him, and what scared him more was that the countless cold and oppressive eyes.

He looked at the referees on the high platform for help, but he saw those people sitting upright with their noses and noses.

Even the referee chose to be silent at this moment.

The whole scene was silent. Only the sound of the teenager struggling to get up, and the blood dripped from his face little by little. None of his body was intact, and only one place remained clean. It was a string of pendants.

"With... What?" The teenager slowly raised his head, his face was stained with blood, and his purple face was brighter than ever before.

"I... Let me tell you." The teenager took a difficult step, and his body shook violently. The bones of his whole body exploded, but he did not fall down.

"I... Why do you insist? He took another step, leaving a blood mark and countless blood on the ground.

"I... Why do you struggle?" His heart was violently **, which was the sound of blood about to run out and his heart was overwhelmed.

"I... Why are you alive? He finally stood in front of the young man, raised his right hand with difficulty, endured the severe pain of his heart, and clenched it into a fist despite the fragile bones that were about to be ground into powder.

"You will never understand!" The teenager punched out and hit the young man.

The soft punch on the young man suddenly increased his strength ten thousand times. The latter's eyes burst, flew high, spit out a mouthful of blood, sprinkled it into the sky, and then fell heavily on the ground and twitched.

When the teenager saw this scene, he smiled. Even if the bloody smile looked so disgusting, it was the best smile in the eyes of everyone.

He had no strength, and the blood on his body had run out. He slowly fell to the ground, but the free flying thinking soared in the sky.

"Xiaoxiao... I did it."