"What's wrong?"
The red-haired youths sitting around seemed to see that something was wrong with Yan Chen, and someone stood up and raised his hand to shake it in front of Yan Chen.
"Hey!"
He let out a loud cry and saw the latter's eyes change.
immediately laughed teasingly:
"When did our Piling City No. 2 Middle School become so timid and afraid, what were you looking at just now, your hands are shaking?"
"You won't be beaten up and stupid, right?"
Several people burst into laughter.
Only Yanchen, whose eyes were blank, sat there with his head covered, not knowing what he was thinking.
His name is Yanchen.
Naturally, there is an inexplicable relationship with Yan Min, a special student of the seminary in the field.
In fact.
When seeing the same hair color of these people, a clear-eyed person could somewhat guess that he and a dozen other red-haired youths, including Yan Min, were all from Piling City in the Dragon Kingdom.
Even they all have the surname Yan and were born from the same branch of a large family.
The Yan family, one of the eight major families of the alliance.
Among the descendants of the Yan family, no one can control an S-rank elf, but Yan Min, who was born in a branch, has done it, and he is valued by the respected old man in the clan.
and recommended him to come to the training academy in Luohai City.
The other disciples surnamed Yan who came with him.
They are also all excellent trainers selected by the younger generation of Piling City, because they have a blood bond, they regard Yan Min as their eldest brother and are willing to act as his pawns.
Yan Min also lived up to expectations.
The strength is getting stronger and stronger.
In the clan, it can already crush many Yan trainers of the descendant lineage.
While talking and laughing, several red-haired young men on his side suddenly remembered something, and someone pushed Yanchen's arm that was not in a plaster cast and asked,
"Anyway..."
"Brother Min, he said he wanted to ask you for an explanation."
Yan Chen heard this.
Immediately smiled bitterly.
He looked at the two elves on the field, who were already in a mess, and his eyes crossed one picture after another.
That guy's huge leave king....
Really strong!
Not even inferior to Yan Min's S-class fanged land shark.
Yan Chen still remembered in his mind how the huge mountain-like Leave King rose to the sky and roared to shoot down the Dabi Bird of the Flying Daoist Gym Master Ling Yi.
That kind of shock.
It was already deeply engraved in his mind.
He already had a shadow on Jiang Xiao, and he didn't dare to face him directly, let alone take revenge, ask for an explanation, or something.
See Yanchen branched.
I couldn't spit out a word for a long time.
The dozen or so red-haired youths who questioned him had no choice but to give up for the time being, and shifted their gaze back to the game in the arena that was about to reveal the first victory and defeat.
Inside the field.
Lin Hu's red-faced dragon was clearly inferior to the fanged land shark.
In just a few encounters, he was beaten all over his body, bleeding nonstop, and the sharpness of his claws was cut off by the blades of the elbows of the fanged land sharks, scattering all over the ground.
The latter looked coldly at the red-faced dragon that was retreating one after another, and kept approaching.
It is not given the slightest respite.
The dragon's claws, which shone with the cold light, drew several graceful arcs in mid-air, and slashed heavily across the chest of the red-faced dragon with lightning speed.
Thereon.
Left with a few deep blood marks.
The red-faced dragon was wounded in the chest, and was knocked away by the thrust carried by the dragon's claws, and fell headlong to the ground, splashing a lot of rubble and flying sand.
"Damn it!"
Cold sweat broke out on Lin Hu's forehead, and he didn't know how to deal with it.
The two elves were obviously only 2 levels apart, but in terms of combat power, they were very different, and the attack of the red-faced dragon could not even hit the fanged land shark under the cover of the sandstorm.
But with every move of the fanged land shark, it can severely damage the red-faced dragon and leave a deep wound that can be seen in the bones.
One trades off the other.
In just a few rounds, the red-faced dragon was on the verge of defeat.
On the edge of the field.
Jiang Xiao, who was leaning against the metal guardrail, put down the empty popcorn paper bucket in his arms.
He took a sip of his drink.
Shaking his head slightly, he said,
"This red-faced dragon is almost unbearable."
"Not to mention anything else, even this speed is a big gap, and the red-faced dragon can't keep up with the movements of the fanged land shark at all."
"If it's a little lazy, even if you're at a disadvantage in battle, you can counter some of the damage while the fanged land shark causes damage, and the advantage of this is..."
"Or even just end the fight."
"But this red-faced dragon...."
Jiang Xiao smiled bitterly and held his forehead.
"Okay."
"The infamy of the dragon clan's shame is not covered, no matter how much you practice this speed, it is estimated that you can't keep up with this fanged land shark."
"The race value is already there."
Wei Shan was a little ignorant.
His knowledge of dragon elves is probably not as good as that of any amateur trainer.
That's probably the disadvantage of not paying attention to lectures at school.
As a trainer of the red-faced dragon, Lin Hu was also well aware of its shortcomings in speed, and he clenched his fists anxiously, like ants on a hot pot.
Ants in one's pants.
"This guy is deliberately teasing me?"
"Let me get out of trouble!"
Suddenly, Lin Hu gritted his teeth and scolded angrily.
It turned out that the fanged land shark in the arena surprisingly did not immediately defeat the red-faced dragon, which was completely downwind, but controlled the sandstorm to surround it and put it in the quicksand hell.
As the sandstorm swept in.
The red-faced dragon trapped in it complained again and again, and although he was tortured and bruised all over his body, he could not die for a while.
You can only suffer in vain.
The corners of Yan Min's mouth slyly hooked an arc.
Looking at the crowd of people gathered around the battle zone, he seemed to enjoy the feeling of being in front of everyone, and couldn't help but close his eyes and take a deep breath.
Then it is extremely comfortable to spit out.
"Come back! Red-faced Dragon!
At the moment when the quicksand hell ended, Lin Hu couldn't help but take out the Poke Ball and rescue the red-faced dragon trapped in the sandstorm.
Yan Min's eyes narrowed slightly.
Seems a little angry, but after a short silence.
With a wave of his hand, he asked the fanged land sharks in the arena to relieve the sandstorm that swept around them.
and hooked a finger towards Lin Hu, who was covered in cold sweat.
"Come on."
"Unleash your second elf."
Lin Hu's previous actions were already showing that he had admitted defeat, but when he said that he was good at 3V3, Yan Min naturally didn't intend to let him go so simply.
Faced with a relentless battle.
Lin Hu was rarely silent, he gritted his teeth, blood was already leaking between his teeth, and his strongest elf red-faced dragon was hung and beaten by the other party, and he was seriously injured.
The other two vice-pets, the ink seahorse and the big-jawed ant, are even more hopeless.
If you end up at this moment, you will only be beaten in vain.
I thought so.
Lin Hu's heart was horizontal, and he shouted at Yan Min in the distance:
"I admit defeat!"
"I don't have to play the next two games."
"In the future, I, Lin Hu, see you in the academy, and avoid it by myself, so I don't need you to drive me away."
In the midst of the boos of the audience.
Lin Hu withdrew gloomily with a group of injured horses....