Zhang Fan returned to the room, looked around carefully for a while, and confirmed that there was no camera in the room.

Then he took out the blood core and swallowed it.

As soon as the blood core entered the mouth, the cool feeling once again spread throughout the body.

It's been a long time since I got the blood core, and he couldn't help but say comfortably: "Ah--"

At the same time, the feeling of hunger in the abdomen began to slowly disappear.

It took half an hour to do so, and the cool feeling slowly faded.

Zhang Fan took a glass of water and thought to himself:

This blood core is good, but the level is too low.

Even if you take another 200 or 300 of this level 4 blood nucleus, you will never be able to be promoted.

Therefore, you must have a higher level blood core.

Thinking of this, he pressed the communicator on the wall.

On the wall, an image of the young man who brought him in immediately appeared.

"Is there anything wrong?"

The young man asked with a smile on his face.

When Zhang Fan first came, the young man looked cold.

Zhang Fan thought he had always been like this.

Now that Zhang Fan tore up the monster with his hands, a smile appeared on the young man's face.

Zhang Fan replied: "When will we arrange the next game?"

The young man smiled and replied, "Under normal circumstances, your next fight will be arranged only after the day of the day."

"No, it's too slow."

Zhang Fan frowned.

"Then... tomorrow?"

The young man said to Zhang Fan in a negotiating tone.

Zhang Fan shook his head: "Tomorrow is too slow."

The young man said in embarrassment: "According to the Colosseum regulations, the first three newcomers who have just entered must be at least 24 hours apart each time. After the third time, you can ask for any time you want to fight."

Zhang Fan saw the young man in a dilemma and knew that he was telling the truth.

I had to nod, "Then let it be. I will arrange another show for me at this time tomorrow."

"Okay, don't worry."

A smile appeared on the young man's face again.

"Oh, by the way, the monster level I arranged for me should be higher. Level 4 is not enough to see at all."

The young man smiled and nodded: "I will apply to the supervisor, so you can rest assured."

Zhang Fan was free and continued to practice drawing his sword.

There is still one opportunity to break through to great success.

So before this, he must keep practicing, and the breakthrough will be smoother.

Before Zhang Fan knew this, the next morning was already the next day.

At the same time, at Lingguang Wudao Academy, the slag class.

The genius Zhuge Liang was staring out the window in a daze.

The four famous names were lying listlessly on the table.

Only Wang Dong in the corner is still reading a book.

However, although I was reading a book, my heart had long been flying where I had gone.

The four famous young men were originally competing with Zhang Fan, but now that Zhang Fan has left, they don’t care.

A teacher has been sent to temporarily act as their class teacher in the morning.

But ordinary teachers can't help these students.

After only half of the class, the teacher was angry.

In the next two classes, two teachers were changed in succession, and they were both angry by these students.

Teacher Zhang Yichen had no choice but to ask the dean for help.

The dean is also a little overwhelmed.

He plans to go to the scrambler class to see the situation himself.

I happened to meet Liao Gang who walked in from the gate of the college.

Liao Gang's eyes were bloodshot and his legs were pulled, looking like he hadn't been asleep all night.

But his hair was as greasy as usual, looking like he had been licked by a cow.

"Director Liao, you are..."

"Don't mention it," Liao Gang yawned a long time, "I searched for it all night but couldn't find it."

It turned out that Deputy Director Gao had given him a hard task. If he couldn't find Zhang Fan, he would not have to go to work.

He could only search day and night.

But Zhang Fan was like evaporating from the world and could not be found.

Liao Gang yawned again and said, "So I'll come back to ask the students in the Zhazha class. After all, they should be the people in the academy who knows Teacher Zhang Fan the best."

The dean nodded: "Then let's go together."

Not long after, the two of them arrived at the scrambler class.

The genius Zhuge Liang was still looking out the window and pondering deeply. The four famous young men were playing mahjong on a multi-function watch.

The dean coughed twice, trying to attract the attention of his classmates.

But those people just looked at them, and those who were dazed and those who were playing mahjong continued to play mahjong.

The dean smiled bitterly and advised: "Students, we are trying our best to find Teacher Zhang Fan. I believe that he will come back soon, and he will be your class teacher at that time."

"Tsk, who wants him back!"

"Did we say we want him back?"

"He left just in time, we can have fun."

Although the four famous young masters were looking forward to Zhang Fan’s return, of course, with their four famous young masters, it is impossible to show it.

The dean coughed twice again to relieve his embarrassment: "Whether you want to or not, he will come back sooner or later. The four of you still have a bet with him. Do you want to lose to him?"

He learned Zhang Fan's provocation method.

As a result, the four famous young men did not take this trick at all.

"Will he say whether he will come back or not? Let's play this for us?"

"Tsk, I guess he's probably leaving Area W long ago."

"I may never come back in this life."

The dean has been a teacher for many years and has a lot of teaching experience, but no matter what method he used, the four famous young masters just ignored him.

Just as the dean was talking, his multi-function watch rang out.

The dean answered the phone and a projection of a person appeared in front of him.

This person is nothing else, he is Deputy Director Gao.

Before the dean could speak, he asked, "Is Teacher Zhang Fan back?"

The dean shook his head with a wry smile: "Not yet."

"Tell me immediately when you come back."

"Yes, I get it."

Deputy Director Gao asked again: "By the way, how are his students?"

The dean smiled bitterly again and told everything about this morning.

Deputy Director Gao pondered for a moment and said, "Tell Liao Gang that no matter what, he must find Teacher Zhang Fan as soon as possible. Otherwise, he would not be able to bear the responsibility!"

Liao Gang, who was next to him, hurriedly approached and said, "I understand, Director Gao, I didn't sleep all night yesterday and have been looking for Teacher Zhang Fan."

Deputy Director Gao was obviously stunned for a moment, and then his tone became stern:

"If you don't go to find Teacher Zhang Fan, why are you still doing in the college!"

Liao Gang quickly smiled flatteringly and said his purpose.
To be continued...