Above the mountain of elves

Chapter 697 Pichu Evolution!

Seeing the megalodon shark flying over, Mo Yan smiled knowingly, and couldn't help touching the other's slippery big fish head.

To be honest, Megalodon is one of the few elves in the silent team that has no major flaws, and its speed advantage can even pose a threat to most elves.

If you insist on saying that Megalodon has any other aspects that can be improved in a short period of time, it is that, like Geng Gui, it lacks a final super trick.

Therefore, in addition to the basic training that must be done every day, Megalodon needs to develop a new super trick just like Geng Gui.

The development suggestion given by Mo Yan is to let the giant tooth shark start from its already instinctive tidal vortex skills and the most proficient water jet, and practice hard.

"You'll be next, Ma Huanla!"

"Cow pull!"

Ma Xuanla stepped forward, sharpened her sharp bone claws, and also seemed to be listening to the training seriously.

"Ma Huanla, your training is quite special, it's learning!" Mo Yan said, and at the same time took out a copy of "Analysis of the Body Structure of Elves".

"Cow pull?"

Ma Xuan pulled his ears, wondering if he had heard something wrong.

"You heard me right, as the purest assassin elf in the team, all your training needs to support your one-hit kill!"

"During this month, you will be by my side, and I will use every spare time to teach you the contents of the book."

"Even if you meet an opponent you have never seen before, you can find some common fatal weaknesses through its body structure, and kill it with one blow!"

After listening to Mo Yan's words, Ma Huanla was still a little reluctant, but she also trusted her trainer and nodded her head to express her understanding.

After solving another one, Mo Yan let out a sigh of relief, and then looked at the long-awaited Gentleman Crow.

"Gentleman Crow, you will need to learn a lot this month. The first thing is to pass the training on the speed of takeoff and landing."

"ga-"

The Gentleman Crow nodded obediently. Since the evolution, the Gentleman Crow has more than doubled in size in an instant, and the flying skills that were able to be used before are now stumbling.

Not to mention that Mo Yan found out, even Gentleman Crow himself was secretly anxious.

How important a flying elf's agility is can only be realized by becoming a big bird.

"There are advantages and disadvantages to getting bigger, and not all flying skills need to be trained."

"For example, the turning radius of Feiyan's back flight is too large, it is no longer suitable for you, you can just give it up..."

Mo Yan carefully analyzed the flying skills one by one, and at the same time told the few flying skills that the gentleman crow needs intensive training on the first day.

At this time, the gentleman crow could only nod in agreement, expressing that he would do his best to train well.

"Of course, what I said may not be all right. The chief gentleman's crow is also not small. You can talk to it a lot."

"Gah!"

Hearing this, the Gentleman Crow didn't want to stay any longer, and after Mo Yan's permission, he flapped his wings and flew to find his mother.

In the end only Zoroark was left.

As the original elf of Silent Words, Zoroark actually didn't play very often.

The big reason for this is that Mo Yan has always regarded it as the last trump card in his hand.

However, most of the opponents he faces are often not enough for him to fight with all his strength.

The last time Zoroark played was silently speaking against Athena, and in the end he used a dark blasting ball to seal the victory.

But even in this battle, Zoroark still didn't use its full strength. After all, it didn't even use the illusion that it was best at.

For Zoroark, there is no need for Moyan to ask for any improvement within this month. The title of team boss is enough for him to have no reason to slack off.

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But in the long run, Mo Yan has already thought of an excellent way to increase the intensity of Zoroark's hallucinations.

"Lalu Lasi, just as we said before, use the Nightmare Orb to help Zoroark practice hallucinations!"

"Understood silently!"

"Kuso!"

After talking about all the training content of the elves, Mo Yan naturally started to guide the training of the elves, but felt that his ears were pulled gently.

"Picchu, what's wrong with you?" Mo Yan tilted his shoulders and asked with his head tilted.

"Chu~Picchu~"

I saw Pichu pointing at himself pitifully, then jumped off his shoulders, and hit a big tree next to him with an electric shock.

"Do you want to participate in training too?"

"mound!"

Pichu's eyes lit up, he nodded quickly, and then his body suddenly burst into a blue light of evolution!
The blue light dissipated, and a still cute electric mouse appeared in front of Mo Yan and all the elves.

"It's evolved..." Mo Yan sighed softly, and then realized that Pichu... oh no, it might be Pikachu who really wants to fight.

"Are you ready? It's not the first time you have watched everyone's training, it was very hard."

"Pikapie!"

Pikachu straightened up, clenched his little fist seriously, his little black eyes were full of seriousness.

Immediately afterwards, Pikachu's body was suddenly full of lightning, and a thunderbolt vented out, smashing fiercely on the open space beside him.

"Thunder! Have you realized it after evolution? It seems that the honey milk these years has not been in vain." Mo Yan smiled, and soon returned to seriousness.

"Now that you are ready, let's work hard!"

"Pika~Chu!"

……

A month later.

"I've only been back for two days, and I'm going to participate in the competition again. You don't mind the happy appearance of those apprentices?"

Looking at Mo Yan who was packing his luggage, George deliberately teased.

"They are in awe of me, not hatred. Don't look at the two of you teaching them every day. When you go out, they will mention me the most?"

After a month of closed-door training in the forest, Mo Yan's oral skills have not dropped at all. The reason is that he needs to teach Ma Yula every day.

Looking at Ma Xuanla's bewildered eyes every day, Mo Yan wished he could slap himself two big mouths, but he could only continue to rack his brains.

Fortunately, the final result is not bad, Ma Xuan has a new understanding of "critical attack".

"It makes sense, Boss, you are too bad!" Mark, who was bewildered, slapped his thigh, full of dissatisfaction.

"Hehe, if you can subdue the six evil elves, I will give you the position of the owner now." Mo Yan didn't look back, but the sword was fatal.

Mark was anxious, but unable to refute, he could only look at Qiao's mother for help.

George shrugged, looking helpless, "I can't help you subdue the six evil spirits."

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Mark: Did I mean this!

"Okay, I'm leaving! The task of housekeeping is still left to you!"

"rest assured."

"Let's go, hurry up...come back with the trophy, hahaha..."

(End of this chapter)