National Creation: My world is indescribable

The crowd of people around them is rubbing shoulders, and the voices are booming.

Looking at the surrounding scene, the corners of Zhang Tianfan's mouth rose slightly, and he was in a rare good mood.

Thanks to the start of the tournament, the school is so lively.

Now that the first round is over, they have all taken three points from the Frost World Department.

Of course, this is for those of them above the clouds.

It's just a trifle that deserves such a fuss.

He won't even call him, a well-informed young master, happy on the surface.

What really made him happy was the ugly expressions of the dark guys in the dark world.

How arrogant Lin Wanwan was before, listening to his father at home, he felt three points of anger.

It was nothing more than fighting the arrogant boy called Wang Yuanzhou, giving him some confidence that he should not have.

Now that kid has an unknown fate, even if he escaped the pursuit of the Zhang family.

The demon of the Ye family also disappeared with him, and the land realm of Tianjing offended the two major families, even if he had great skills, he couldn't eat and go.

Not to mention that no matter how amazing and dazzling that kid's talent is, he is just a student in the end.

If his nose is cocked to the sky, he does not know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, and out of the academy, he will be alive and dead.

Lin Wan's old boy was very angry about this, which he also knew from his own father's mouth.

There is no evidence, there is no evidence, he Lin Wan does not have anything in his hand, and he can suppress all the enemy's heavenly means at the same time.

As the principal, Yang Suri came forward to mediate and appease, and if he Lin Wanwan died, he could only be Wang Ba glaring at the green bean with wide eyes and small eyes.

Thinking of this, the corners of Zhang Tianfan's mouth rose, outlining a smug smile.

Even though his subordinates had not yet received news of successfully harvesting that kid's head, this was no longer the most important thing for him.

As long as he can't catch the tournament that has already begun.

Looking at Lin Wan's old face with a gloomy and deflated expression, it was the most comforting thing for him.

Of course, when all this is over, the kid's head will have to be taken off after all.

Thoughts flowed in his mind, and in Zhang Tianfan's eyes, he seemed to be able to see the happiness after a scene of successful revenge.

It's just that there was a sudden noise around him, but it broke this young master's fantasy time.

The only son of the old man of the Zhang family withdrew his thoughts at this moment, his eyes flowed, and he looked around, and saw that the attention of the others was already all looking in the direction of the entrance of the academy.

Even the doglegs who surround him, who are responsible for guarding and flattering, are no exception.

As the young master of the Zhang family, his style is naturally not comparable to ordinary people, and the same is true for taking risks.

After all, in addition to the contradiction with Wang Yuanzhou, there are many people who secretly stare at other people's heads.

There are even outlaws among them.

Therefore, the role of caregivers is particularly important.

And as is the case now, the attention of the caregiver is separated.

In case something goes wrong, under the condition that the world does not have time to unfold.

Isn't he still happy one second, and lost his life the next?

Thinking of this, a furious anger surged up like a tide.

No matter what happens, even if the Heavenly King Laozi is here in person, this is not a reason for these doglegs who take money to do things to lose their minds.

Standing up, Zhang Tianfan angrily came to a guard, and kicked it violently.

When the boy who looked shocked and watched, he was caught off guard and kicked to the ground.

His face showed trepidation, although he didn't know what had happened.

But obviously, the young master seemed very angry at the moment.

In other words, a secret occasion where no one is watching, no matter what the other party's identity level is in the world, once Zhang Tianfan, whose temper comes up, will crack the other party's head alive no matter what he says!

But now, in the middle of the tournament, you have to restrain a little and knock out the opponent's front teeth.

It's kind of a warning to the other party.

With such a thought, Zhang Tianfan's eyes flashed with a suffocating sinister and vicious, and he casually landed on a board brick picked up on the ground and slammed it on the other party's head.

The sharp screams and mournful screams instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

The unlucky bastard who called Zhang Tianfan to catch and vent his anger, even though he suddenly suffered this calamity, but the idea of resisting, he didn't even dare to think about it, and he didn't dare to escape.

I can only hold my head like this, silently bear the venting of my own anger, and hope that the blood and the sharp screams and sorrows I emit can make the other party stop as soon as possible.

The idea of holding the head and running away from the violent means of venting the other party's anger is not at all, after all, the person who took such a means ended up with his own eyes.

Death can be counted as a gift.

Fortunately, as he said, his own young master really did not have the idea of taking his life in public, but was quite dissatisfied with his dereliction of duty.

It's just that he didn't expect that a sudden sound would call the young master's lighter trigger to stop abruptly.

"If you want to kill pigs, how about changing to a clean place?"

"Aren't you afraid of causing trouble to other students when you leave it here?"

The words are unfamiliar and familiar, and the contemptuous tone in them is hardly concealed.

The young man who was taught by his own young master was slightly stunned, and then his pupils shrank, and he had to work hard to make it clear the identity of the young man who spoke.

It is the source of my own loss of consciousness due to shock.

Quiescence...... Deathly silence....

The boy opened his eyes slightly, wiped the blood that covered his vision, and looked upwards.

I saw that the young master was holding the board brick in his hand at this moment, and the look of horror in his eyes was almost not concealed in the slightest, and his pupils were dilated to the extent that it seemed to be a ghost in the day.

A suffocating atmosphere enveloped the originally violent and bloody space, but it was even more gloomy and breathless.

Under everyone's gaze, the proud son of the dark world, the candidate of the perfect world, and the contemporary Shenzhou champion, is standing in front of everyone with his hands in his pockets at this moment, opposite Zhang Tianfan.

The corners of Wang Yuanzhou's mouth rose slightly, and his smile was frivolous and with a playful arc, but the emotions flashing in his eyes were not concealed in the slightest.

Cold as frost, cold as ice, without the slightest emotion.

There was no smile.

Looking at Zhang Tianfan was like looking at a dead person, no different.

"Wang Yuanzhou, since you still have-"

Zhang Tianfan straightened up, let out a long breath, and the shocked color in his eyes was instantly occupied by the ultimate yin poison.

The vicious words have not yet been fully revealed.

A sandbag-sized fist had suddenly enlarged under his gaze and slammed into his cheek.