Chapter 61

"Bang!"

"Kentello lost his fighting ability and ghost stone won. Please change the magic baby!"

"Thank you, kentello! Then my next one, bag dragon! "

"Wali!"

The strong brown beast appeared on the field, and its strong tail slapped the ground. The whole was in a very excited state.

Moreover, there is no small bag dragon in the breeding bag. The bag dragon in front of us is a very rare male bag dragon!

"The battle begins!"

"Bag dragon, high five surprise attack!"

"Ghost stone, hold it!"

"Hum ~" green light curtain successfully blocked the bag dragon's sneak attack. At the next moment, both sides issue instructions again!

"Coma fist!"

"Curse!"

The bag dragon is very fast, and because it is next to ghost stone, the coma fist directly hits ghost stone. One hit will kill him!

Ghost Stone Curse failed!

"Ghost stone loses his fighting ability and bag dragon wins! Please train the trainer to replace the magic baby! "

Silent speech took back ghost stone, said hard, and then released the next elf, soroyak!

"The bold male bag dragon, master Yongcun, is probably rarer than the quasi God?" Silent speech couldn't help but say a word, which was really some envy.

"Reluctantly, it's OK, ha ha ha!"

“……”

Bag dragon is obviously very liked by Yongcun, with a modest mouth, but can this laughter not be so publicized.

However, elves like bag dragon, heracross and kellos, although they will not evolve, are born with strong combat effectiveness.

However, the bag dragon is a parent-child spirit. More than 90% of the bag dragons are female. They need to spend a lot of energy to take care of the little bag dragon and have no time for training.

Heracross has good talent, but more than 90% of them don't like fighting and want comfort. Naturally, they can't become talents.

Kellos is grumpy and disobeys orders. He often attacks trainers, and gradually fewer and fewer people use it.

So it seems that a male bag dragon is very precious. In addition, the one in front of us is still courageous. The unique skills of general department and fighting department can directly hit the spirit of ghost department, which is completely as rare as quasi gods.

"Then the battle continues!"

"Bag dragon, coma fist!"

"Move at high speed to avoid, spray flame!"

Bag dragon is fast, but soroyak is faster. It is not a ghost stone limited by speed. With the bonus of high-speed movement, it has directly become a dark shadow on the field!

"Bag dragon, hold it!"

After training, soroyak's jet flame power is not low, but it has little effect in the face of defending nature.

"Go on, spray the flame!"

"Bag dragon, use noise!"

The jet fire hit the target perfectly, but the bag dragon endured the burning and made a terrible cry. The whole venue was full of sound and roar. Except the bag dragon, it was very uncomfortable!

"Grab it! With a million tons of heavy fist! "

"Soroyak, Diablo blast!"

The bag dragon rushed to soroyak, his right fist flashed a strong white light, and his big fist came straight!

"Library!"

The evil energy was madly injected into the ground by soroyak, and then suddenly opened! The terror bonus of exclusive skills directly pushed out the bag dragon weighing nearly 100 kilograms!

"Evil wave! Fix it! "

Soroyak, in the starting position of the athlete, retreats, bends slightly and bursts! The next moment has come to the bag dragon who hasn't slowed down yet.

The wave of evil converges on the right hand. Instead of sending it directly, it is compressed into a slender whip!

"Pa!"

"Pa! Pop! PA! "

"Bag... Bag dragon lost its fighting ability. That... Unknown elf won. Please change the magic baby!" The little girl with the pink carrot head swallowed her saliva. She felt that the big black monster was so terrible that she forgot to add anything.

"Really..." Yongcun looked at the bag dragon who was knocked unconscious, and then looked at soroyak who was black and holding a purple black whip. He couldn't help shivering.

"Come back, bag dragon, go, big milk can!"

"Moo, moo!"

Different from the general big milk can, master Yongcun's fighting spirit is very high, just like a big milk can with kentello's soul!

Moreover, the famous spirit of master Yongcun, or the ultimate trump card, is the seemingly docile big milk can!

Mo Yan has learned about master Yongcun. He was the king of four days in the city capital area for some time at his peak. However, he quickly abdicated for unknown reasons and chose to become the rancher and the owner of manjin City Road Museum at the same time!

The big milk can has not broken through the elite level, and it is still within the scope of the Taoist school elves. It has to be beaten!

"The battle begins!"

"Big milk can, roll with!"

"Soloyac, wave of evil!"

The pink meat ball began to roll, and the shaking ground told Mo Yan that the tonnage of this big milk can is not light!

The purple black whip turned by the wave of evil is a fierce whip against the big milk can! Then, all failed!

And the big milk can still hit soloyak at the same speed!

"Library!"

The increase of high-speed movement made soroyak easily avoid the first round of rolling, but the big milk can turned a corner, the rolling was not interrupted, but hit it with more terrible strength and speed!

"Foul!" Mo Yan thought in his heart, but quickly ordered, "magic power, let it stop!"

"CuSO!"

Pink energy burst out of soroyak's eyes. The big milk can was thrown directly into the air. There was no place to borrow, so it quickly stopped.

"It's not that simple, big milk can, drink milk!"

"Moo, moo!"

There was no tension in the air. I saw a big milk can take out from behind and a bottle of MoO milk appeared in my hand.

"Gudong! Gudong! Hiccup ~ "

Looking at the large milk cans that had not been lost much physical strength by the divine power, they had all recovered before landing. Murphy suddenly had a bad hunch.

"Big milk can, keep rolling!"

"Still rolling..." Tacit words, crazy in mind, make complaints about the surface.

"Soroyak, Diablo blast!"

"Library!"

The powerful exclusive skill once again gave full play to its unparalleled terror power. The first round of rolling milk cans were directly repulsed, but looking at its hooves behind its back, silently said that he had expected.

"Big milk can, drink milk!"

"Soroyak, provocation!" Drink milk? impossible! It's impossible in this life!

"Kuku ~" the rebellious soroyak directly made a burst of ridicule at the big milk can. He saw that the originally happy big milk can directly fell the milk bottle, and then rolled out automatically!

"Oh, it's terrible. Xiaomo's words are really powerful." Yongcun's own people know their own personnel.

If it's your own trump milk can, it's very easy to survive the provocation time without being defeated, but the Taoist hall level milk can is still weak.

Sure enough, Mo Yan didn't take any risks. There was another Diablo explosion of full-scale attack. Hasn't he fallen yet? Then do it again!

"The big milk can is out of combat, soroyak? Soloyac won, so the winner is the Challenger... That silence! " Xiao Qian carefully wrote down soroyak's name and stumbled to announce the result of the game.