Ultimate Devouring Evolution

Zhang Fan returned to the room, looked around carefully for a while, and made sure 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 hit the whole body again.

It's been a long time since he ate a blood core, and he couldn't help but let out a comfortable cry: "Ah——"

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

After half an hour like this, the cool feeling slowly receded.

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

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

For a level 4 blood core like this, even if I eat two or three hundred more, it is impossible to advance.

So you must have a blood core with a higher level.

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

Immediately, the image of the young man who brought him in appeared on the wall.

"Is there a problem?"

The young man asked with a smile on his face.

When Zhang Fan first arrived, the young man had a cold expression on his face.

Zhang Fan thought he was always like this.

Now that Zhang Fan tore the monster apart, a smile appeared on the young man's face.

Zhang Fan replied, "When will the next match be arranged?"

The young man smiled and replied: "Under normal circumstances, your next fight will not be arranged until the day after tomorrow."

"No, it's too slow."

Zhang Fan frowned.

"Then...tomorrow?"

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

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

The young man said embarrassingly: "According to the rules of the Colosseum, for newcomers who have just come in, the first three wrestling fights must be separated by at least 24 hours. After the third time, you can wrestle whenever you want."

Seeing the troubled look on the young man's face, Zhang Fan knew he was telling the truth.

I had no choice but to nod: "That's how it is. At this time tomorrow, arrange another one for me."

"Okay, don't worry."

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

"Oh, by the way, the level of monsters arranged for me should be higher. Level 4 is simply not enough to look at."

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

Zhang Fan had nothing to do and continued to practice drawing his sword and chopping.

There is still one chance to break through to Dacheng.

So before that, he had to keep practicing, and the breakthrough would be smoother by then.

After Zhang Fan's practice, before he knew it, it was already the morning of the next day.

At the same time, in Lingguang Martial Arts Academy, the scumbag class.

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

The four young masters lay listlessly on the table.

Only Wang Dong in the corner was still reading.

But even though I was reading a book, my heart had already gone to nowhere.

The Four Famous Young Masters were originally competing with Zhang Fan, but now that Zhang Fan is gone, they don't care anymore.

The class has sent a teacher to temporarily act as their head teacher in the morning.

But ordinary teachers, how can they hold these students down.

After only half a class, the teacher left in anger.

In the next two classes, two teachers were changed in a row, and they were all pissed off by these students.

In desperation, Mr. Zhang Yichen had no choice but to ask the principal for help.

The dean also has a big head.

He planned to go to the slag class to see the situation himself.

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

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

But his hair was as greasy as ever, and looked as if it had been licked by a cow.

"Director Liao, this is..."

"Don't mention it," Liao Gang yawned long, "I searched all night,

None were found. "

It turned out that Deputy Director Gao had given him a hard task, and if Zhang Fan couldn't be found, he wouldn't have to go to work.

He could only search desperately day and night.

But Zhang Fan seemed to have evaporated from the world, and he couldn't find him no matter what.

Liao Gang yawned again, and said, "So I came back to ask the students in the scumbag class. After all, they should be the people in the academy who know Teacher Zhang Fan best."

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

Not long after, the two came to the slag class.

The genius Zhuge Liang was still looking out the window and thinking deeply, while the four young masters were playing mahjong on their multi-functional watches.

The dean coughed twice, trying to get the students' attention.

But those people just glanced at them, those who were in a daze continued to be in a daze, and those who were playing mahjong continued to play mahjong.

The dean smiled wryly and persuaded: "Students, we are trying our best to find Teacher Zhang Fan. I believe he will come back soon, and he will still be your head teacher by then."

"Tch, who wants him back!"

"Did we say we wanted him back?"

"It's just in time for him to leave, and we can just be high."

Although the Four Famous Young Masters were looking forward to Zhang Fan's return in their hearts, it was of course impossible for them to show it due to their personalities.

The dean coughed twice again to ease his embarrassment: "Whether you like it 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 aggressive method.

As a result, the four famous young masters didn't follow this set at all.

"Whether he will come back or not, let's talk about it, play this game for us?"

"Tch, I guess, he might have left Area W long ago."

"I may never come back in this life."

The dean has been a teacher for many years, so he has rich teaching experience, but no matter what method he uses, the four masters just ignore him.

Just as the dean was talking dryly, his multifunctional watch rang.

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

This person is none other than Deputy Director Gao.

Without waiting for the dean to speak, he cut his face and asked, "Is Teacher Zhang Fan back?"

The dean smiled wryly and shook his head: "Not yet."

"Tell me immediately when you come back."

"Yes, I understand."

Deputy Director Gao asked again: "By the way, what happened to his students?"

The dean smiled wryly again, and described everything that happened this morning.

Deputy Director Gao pondered for a moment, then said: "Tell Liao Gang, no matter what, we must find Teacher Zhang Fan as soon as possible. Otherwise, he cannot bear the responsibility!"

Liao Gang next to him hurried forward and said, "I understand, Director Gao, I stayed up all night last night and was looking for Teacher Zhang Fan."

Deputy Chief Gao was obviously stunned for a moment, and then his tone became severe:

"If you don't go to Teacher Zhang Fan, what are you still doing in the academy!"

Liao Gang quickly smiled obsequiously, and explained his reason for coming.

Deputy Director Gao nodded.

Then he suddenly remembered something and said, "Dean, isn't it true that no one can teach a scumbag class? Let Liao Gang teach."

"Ah...ah?"

Liao Gang was stunned.

He knows exactly what kind of people this scumbag class is, and he will be a ghost if he can teach it.

"Ah what? Haven't you also been a teacher for more than ten years?"

Liao Gang smiled wryly in his heart. Even after being a teacher for more than ten years, he has never encountered such a group of scumbags.

He could only find excuses to shirk: "But I still have to go to Teacher Zhang Fan."

"Go to class during the day and go to school at night."

Deputy Director Gao's tone was beyond doubt.

When Liao Gang heard this, he almost didn't cry.