Elf Sandstorm Realm

In the long run, Leolu must win.

"Kaiquanlang! Hold on until it exhausts its strength!" The ring master shouted loudly.

"Cha!" Hearing the voice of his own trainer, Kuaiquan Lang's body, which was about to be exhausted, surged with new strength from nowhere, and waved continuous punches, dancing airtightly, forcing Li to retreat temporarily. Oulu.

Then, taking advantage of this gap, a flash of lightning flashed back, and for a moment it was like a glimpse of light, and in just a few seconds, it opened a distance of more than ten meters.

"Smart." Zhao Mo nodded approvingly in the distance.

The current Leolu is full of momentum, and his combat power is also at the peak moment. It is undoubtedly unwise to go head-to-head.

fight as a guerrilla.

The wisest choice is to wait until it fades away.

"But...it's useless, Riolu caught him! A flash of lightning!"

"boom!"

The gravel at the foot of Leo Road suddenly turned into dust, a large amount of dust was overwhelmingly stirred up, a white light directly smashed into a road in the smoke and dust, with the blessing of self-motivation and the counter-shock force of the ground, Leo Road's speed was obvious Faster, coming from behind, caught up with the running Kuaiquan Lang in just a few seconds.

The bone gun in his hand drew it mercilessly.

"Hoo!" The shrill sound of the air being torn apart exploded in Kuaiquanlang's ears.

Faced with this powerful and heavy blow, it only had time to turn sideways slightly, avoiding the vital point, and flew out quickly like a broken sack.

"Boom!" The huge roar echoed in the field accompanied by smoke and dust.

This time, he ate a bone stick and hit the wall firmly.

"Kaiquan Lang!" The trainer on the opposite side exclaimed, no longer caring about the result of the competition, and ran onto the ring.

Generally, the relationship between trainers and elves is very good, especially fighting trainers, because they usually exercise and sleep with their elves, and get along almost day and night. Of course, the relationship is not comparable to that of ordinary trainers.

Except, of course, ghost elves.

Ghost elves can't even be said to be a kind of living beings. They are generally born from the obsession and resentment of elves after their death, fused with the ghost energy of the world, and they are extremely indifferent to emotions.

In comparison, I am afraid that "cold-blooded animals" are more tender than them.

But there are no absolutes in everything, and there are very few ghost elves who like their trainers very much.

They also have six desires and emotions.

The near-infinite lifespan of ghost-type elves also makes those hundred-year-old ghosts, or even thousand-year-old ghosts, rich in experience to be terrifying. Ordinary human trainers are probably no different from a little doll in their eyes, let alone wishful thinking. Subdued.

If you want to regain the ghost elves.

The best ones are undoubtedly the newly born ghost elves. This is also the time when their hearts are the purest. After forming a bond, the connection between them is no worse than other trainers.

"It's fine! With its physical fitness, it needs to be cultivated for a few days at most." Zhao Mo's voice came from afar, which calmed down the anxious challenger a lot.

"Hoohoo!"

The wind of the waveguide swept across, blowing away the stone chips all over the sky.

The scene inside the smoke and dust is unobstructed, appearing in front of everyone's eyes.

The figure of Kuaiquan Lang was embedded on the wall impressively, his eyes were closed tightly, and he completely lost his fighting power.

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the bone gun in Riolu's hand was heavily stacked on the ground, and his body half knelt down.

As soon as the mind was relaxed, endless fatigue swept over the heart, and soon fell asleep, but the upper body was still upright like a javelin, as if it might explode and hurt someone at any time.

This is the result of life and death during this period of time, not only the improvement of cultivation, but also the fighting spirit of fighting against heaven and earth.

"What a genius trainer, but it's a pity that he is not a trainer who specializes in fighting. This talent wasted for nothing." A voice of regret came from behind Wu Li and the others.They subconsciously turned their heads to look, and found that the person who made the sound was Wuji, the director of the fighting department, and Zhang Yan, the director of the rock department, was standing beside him.

"You fart! Boy Mo went to your fighting academy to waste this talent. I think you just can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour!" Director Zhang beside him immediately blew his beard and stared angrily.

"No, I have to respond to the principal and let this kid transfer to our fighting department. He is a fighting elf who has been cultivated really well. He has initially condensed his fighting will. It is really rare."

Wu Ji ignored the frustrated old friend beside him, turned around and walked out while talking.

Seeing this, Zhang Yan ignored Zhao Mo and followed immediately.

The two figures gradually disappeared at the end of the road, and the fiery cursing still echoed in the air.

Others are not surprised, the two directors often quarrel, this is just a small scene, they haven't fought yet...

"Lioulu, you've worked hard, come back." Looking at the exhausted Lioulu, Zhao Mo said softly.

Pressing the button in the middle, a red light shot out from the poke ball in his hand, which instantly enveloped Riolu, and then fell back into the poke ball.

He was very satisfied with Riolu's performance today.

It was within his expectation to defeat the wrist strength, but he was still surprised by defeating the high-level Kuaiquan Lang.

The teacher who managed the field quickly replaced the broken ring with a dark face.

Broken like this, it can no longer be repaired with only elves, it needs a lot of hard ore, and it can only replace the entire arena.

The ring master has already taken his elf to the hospital, and now Zhao Mo has become the ring master of this ring.

Zhao Mo looked past the crowd, looked directly at Murong Yun in the crowd and said, "Murong Yun, how are you doing, are you interested in coming up for a fight?"

It's better to choose a day than to hit the sun!

"The freshman leader challenged the sophomore leader!?"

"Quick, quick! Call all your friends. This is the war of the century. After passing this village, there will probably be no next time."

"It's too arrogant to challenge my male god."

After Zhao Mo spoke, there was an uproar in the audience, like a boiling ocean.

Regardless of these false names, he has his own considerations for launching a challenge.

First of all, Murong Yun is the leader of the sophomore year, and with the massive resources of the Murong family, he is already an elite trainer. He is by no means a trainer who has just broken through to the elite level. He can barely be Yukira's opponent.

Secondly, if he defeated Murong Yun, he would be the well-deserved number one in the school, and he would definitely be able to get a lot of resources from the school.

The most important thing is resources!

The junior and senior students can be said to have graduated to a certain extent, and they are all stationed outside the school, and those who stay in the school are only the weakest group. The level of trainers does not meet the school's assignment requirements.

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