He tightened his fingers and felt the surging fighting spirit in his body. Ling Fan had the urge to look up to the sky and roar.
In twenty days, he broke through from the fourth level of fighting spirit to the peak of the fifth level. Such progress can be described as a monster.
"The world of rookies must be the world of rookies." Ling Fan hurriedly touched his pockets and patted his chest. When he found that the mask was still pressed against his chest, he breathed a sigh of relief as if he had received an amnesty.
"Haha, hahaha... Grant, grant, I actually didn't think I could win. To be honest, I don't want to win these gold coins at all."
A slightly obscene voice among the students pulled Ling Fan out of his thoughts. Lu Yang innocently explained to the students around him who were losing money, but his hands were not slow at all and he had already pocketed the money bag.
Secretly glancing at Ling Fan's gaze, Lu Yang raised his thumb, looking like his plot had succeeded.
"One move to knock him down, really one move to knock him down."
"Damn! This Ling Fan is just pretending. He lost to Luger on purpose yesterday, and today he cooperated with Lu Yang to cheat us out of our money."
"So what if I'm cheated? Did you see Li Zhao? I heard the sound of broken bones just now. I'm afraid Li Zhao will be lying in the hospital for a month. If you're unhappy, go up and fight Ling Fan."
Some classmates who were furious because they lost money secretly glanced at Li Zhao, who was lying in a pool of blood. They immediately retracted their necks into their collars and stopped talking. Losing the money was nothing, but being beaten up and sent to the hospital would be miserable.
Ling Fan clenched his fists, a playful light flashed in his eyes, causing the students around him to take a step back, and an inexplicable coldness rose from the soles of their feet.
"Classmate, what good things are you thinking about?" Lu Yang blinked his innocent eyes, fearing that Ling Fan was trying to take advantage of his money. He changed his voice and asked with a half-smile.
"Hey?" Ling Fan touched his nose and his pupils flashed with a fierce expression: "Of course I want to seek revenge from Lu Ge!"
Ling Fan's unscrupulous words of revenge made the surrounding students secretly wipe their hands with cold sweat, and most of them made up their mind not to offend anyone in the future.
In the past, Ling Fan, who seemed harmless to humans and animals, really exploded and turned out to be so ferocious. Not only did he break several of Li Zhao's bones with one move, but he also uttered harsh words of revenge in public. Who would dare to provoke such a vicious person easily?
Looking at the fearful eyes of his classmates, Lu Yang didn't care. He still remembered that when he first met Ling Fan, he was so drunk that he lay on the roof of the principal's office and shouted something he would never forget.
Discourse.
"I want to become a strong man who can defeat the bloodline warriors. I only live for pleasure in this life. I will kill anyone who messes with me!"
Thinking of those drunken words still made Lu Yang secretly wipe his hands with cold sweat. Since then, Ling Fan has been very low-key, basically not causing trouble, and occasionally making moves in a sneaky way. He will not be as high-profile as today.
It's no wonder that Ling Fan was challenged by the guy ranked forty-four. He arranged a duel in a remote place in the back mountain. He wanted to keep a low profile, but who knew that the mask fell from the sky and he was beaten into a pig's head by the guy ranked forty-four?
.
This incident has made Ling Fan very angry. Who would have thought that in his dream he was almost killed by a bomb, and ended up with a cheap teacher who was in his teens and was tortured half to death with a small carving knife.
After a series of events, no matter how low-key Ling Fan was, he still felt abnormally tight in his chest, and an unknown fire in his heart had already burned to its peak. At this time, Li Zhao came to the door. He couldn't find a way to vent, so he could only keep a high profile.
As for Lu Ge who beat him into a pig's head, Ling Fan really couldn't think of any reason to let him go.
"Classmate, I have to tell you bad news. Luge is not in the college today. He wants to take revenge, so please come early tomorrow." Facing Ling Fan's hateful gaze, Lu Yang poured cold water on him intentionally or unintentionally.
"Damn! You kid must have done this on purpose." Ling Fan felt depressed and stared at Lu Yang's arms with a pair of sharp eyes: "Give me half of the money bag..."
Lu Yang's whole body trembled, and he subconsciously protected his money bag, looked at the sky, and when Ling Fan wasn't paying attention, the wind blew under his feet, so he ran out: "Hey, the weather is good today, the sun is really shining..."
Seeing Lu Yang's disappearing figure, Ling Fan was filled with shame. He firmly believed that if the academy held a sprint competition, Lu Yang, who only had the second level of fighting spirit, would definitely get the first place.
Of course, the premise is that this guy has enough gold coins in his arms...
The students around him gradually dispersed. Ling Fan stretched out and walked directly out of the academy to the center of Haining City.
Ling Fan's strength increased inexplicably, and Ling Fan was a little overwhelmed. He was going to a special place to test whether he had really become stronger...
"Classmate, what are you doing here?"
"Let's challenge Ling Fan."
"You don't know yet, right? Just now, Ling Fan knocked out Li Zhao with one move. I heard that several bones were broken."
"Hiss..."
There were several arrogant students standing at the door of Ling Fan's simple dormitory. They were eager to break in. It happened that a classmate passed by. After a few short conversations, the arrogant students suddenly became angry.
His expression changed, and finally he quietly buried his face in his chest and disappeared inside the campus in disgrace.
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Walking in the bustling Haining City, Ling Fan naturally didn't know that because of his careless heavy hand in the ring, he lost the opportunity to beat others up. He held a green leaf in his mouth, letting the bitter taste reverberate in his mouth, and finally stood up in a huge building.
He stopped in front of the building.
"Doulitang."
Looking at the familiar sign and recalling his embarrassment when he first entered this place, Ling Fan smiled lightly.
Doulitang is not a pure building. If you take a closer look, you will find that its appearance is a giant toad that is five feet wide and ten feet high.
In the prosperous Haining City, such a terrifying building is out of place in the city. This is a giant monster named Zhendou Toad! As the name suggests, this toad has the special ability to suppress the fighting spirit of others.
After a strong man from Haining City killed it, he suddenly had a whim and hollowed out all the internal organs of the toad. After artificially transforming it inside and out, he built this Dou Li Hall in Haining City.
Such an ugly thing standing in the bustling center of Haining City naturally caused a lot of trouble at first, but with the strong strength of the boss of Doulitang, the trouble eventually disappeared.
It was not until later that the soldiers discovered that this Dou Li Hall was an excellent place for training fighting spirit. Over time, Dou Li Hall became one of the unique scenery of Haining City, and it was very lively with people coming and going.
"Hey, isn't this brother Ling Fan? I haven't seen you for a long time. Why, your skin is itchy and you come to Dou Litang again for abuse?" A beautiful woman in neat clothes walked towards the door of Douli Hall.
The beautiful woman was about thirty years old, wearing a sexy half-breasted dress. Under her long eyelashes, a pair of mature eyes were staring at Ling Fan with malicious intent.
I don't know whether it was accidental or intentional, but the pair of tall Saintess' peaks were shaking up and down despite the gentle steps. The mature woman's temperament attracted many blazing eyes.
Ling Fan secretly glanced at the thrilling breasts and cursed "witch" secretly. Ling Fan forced out a smile: "Mrs. Telan, I haven't seen you for a few days, and your figure has improved a lot. The girls in our college can compare with you.
Tsk tsk, it’s like an ugly duckling compared to a swan, there’s a huge difference!”
The woman in front of me is the wife of the boss of Doulitang. There are not many people in Haining City who are brave enough to offend her.
Ling Fan went up to him with a tepid flattery, which made Mrs. Te Lan giggle strangely: "The boy has such a sweet mouth, but Madam likes it."
"Hehe, I'm just telling the truth. Mrs. Telan, I'm here to see you today. I wonder if Uncle Tie is here?"
"I know you have an itchy skin, and only a tough guy like me, the Doulitang, can cure you." Mrs. Teran blinked her beautiful eyes and giggled.
Ling Fan scratched his head and didn't say much. When he first came to Dou Li Hall, he was often abused by Uncle Tie. Now that his strength seemed to have increased, he naturally wanted to train with Uncle Tie.
"Come in." Looking at Ling Fan's invisible smile, Mrs. Teran shrugged her shoulders, casually took Ling Fan's hand and walked into the Dou Li Hall.
Feeling the soft texture coming from his palm, Ling Fan sighed helplessly. Mrs. Te Lan came to know her alone, and the first time he came, she forced her in.
When entering the Dou Li Hall, the Dou Qi in the body seems to be suppressed by a mountain and cannot be used at all. This is the magic of Dou Li Hall. The Dou Qi in the Dou Li Hall will be completely suppressed, and only simple ones can be used.
strength.
Such an environment is of great benefit to practicing fighting spirit, and it can also hone physical strength. It is a place where many people are happy to spend money.
Inside the Dou Li Hall, there is no bloody smell as expected. Instead, it is decorated just like an ordinary building. It is hard to imagine that this could be the belly of a monster.
Today's Dou Li Hall is still very lively. The warriors are chatting and laughing here, or practicing some physical fighting skills. Seeing Madam Telan dragging Ling Fan in, many people came forward to say hello enthusiastically.
boom!
A huge noise came from a ring in the center, and the dense crowd suddenly burst into cheers.
"Haha! You bunch of rookies, the three of you can't stand up to me and my right hand, it's boring, it's boring!"
After two boring moments in a row, a giant man with a height of two meters jumped out of the ring. The man was half-length, revealing terrifying granite-like muscles, and his bronze skin was as if it were cast from steel, full of explosive power.
This stubble-faced uncle is the Iron Uncle Ling Fan is looking for.
On the ring, three strong men supported each other and stood up slowly, looking at Uncle Tie with a hint of fear.
"Eh? Isn't this Ling Fan? I thought you had forgotten me after not coming here for so long." Uncle Tie came over laughing, looking familiar to Ling Fan.
It's no wonder that he has abused many rookies, but the boy in front of him has been abused the most times, and he has never cried out in pain. For this, Uncle Tie appreciates this very much.
"Uncle, I want to fight you again today."
Ling Fan's words immediately attracted countless eyes. People came and went in Dou Li Hall, but not many knew Ling Fan. They were all curious about how this seemingly weak kid had the courage to challenge Uncle Tie.
After a brief silence, the crowd burst into joking looks, and one of the Doulitang service staff jumped out: "Come on, place your bet! Ling Fan plays against Lao Tie. If Ling Fan wins, pay the price.
The odds are one to one hundred, I win, the odds are one hundred to one!"
As soon as he said this, everyone couldn't help but give him a blank look, and threw gold coins over, all of which were thrown at Lao Tie.
"Fifty gold coins, Lao Tie wins."
"Ten gold coins, Lao Tie wins."
"Fifty silver coins, Lao Tie wins."
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The waiter Thomas looked at the golden money bag with a wry smile on his face. As always, Lao Tie won all the bets. In such a situation, the bet would naturally be cancelled.
"I..." At this moment, a timid female voice came to Toma's ears. A young woman wearing a green dress pushed away the crowd, holding a bag of gold coins that was not heavy in her white hands.
He handed it to Thomas unfamiliarly, and a slightly trembling voice floated out of his mouth: "I, I win over Ling Fan. One hundred gold coins."
The sound was smaller than that of a fly, but it was like the muffled thunder that suddenly exploded on a sunny day, making Doulitang instantly quiet.
Ling Fan looked through the crowd and looked at the girl curiously. The girl's head was slightly lowered, and her white hands were tightly holding her green clothes. The only thing that could be captured was the girl's watery eyes.
"Haha, where did this little prodigal girl come from? She only paid one hundred gold coins. Have you never heard of Lao Tie?"
"Little girl, go back and drink milk for a few years before coming out. The uncles don't want to defraud you of your money."
"One to a hundred is very tempting, but do you think this kid named Ling Fan can win?"
After a brief silence, the crowd burst into unprecedented laughter. Every word made the little girl's head bow a little.
Her little face was already flushed, but for some reason, she clenched her fists tightly and bit her teeth tightly. After some struggle, she finally said firmly and quietly: "I believe he will win."
After saying that, Doulitang fell into a dead silence again. Although the girl's voice was very small, she vaguely revealed a firmness.
Ling Fan stared at the woman curiously, and happened to see the woman peeking out of the corner of her eye. The two lines of sight collided. The woman trembled all over, and quickly turned around, revealing her slim waist, mysterious and shy.
Ling Fan was slightly touched by her delicate body.
"Is it strange? I should have never met her, but yet I seem to know her well. What does it feel like?"
He shrugged helplessly. Under everyone's puzzled gazes, Ling Fan took the lead to step onto the ring. He glanced at the one hundred gold coins that were the only bet on him on the betting board. Ling Fan clenched his fists and felt an inexplicable surge in his body.
of excitement.
"Uncle Iron, come on! I will fight tooth and nail for that one hundred gold coins!"
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