Chapter 62

"Oh, young people are getting more and more powerful," Yongcun took back the big milk can and handed it to Xiaoxi.

Xiao Qian, who had just run over, couldn't help but face bitterly and run out holding the elf ball. In fact, she was very interested in the silent words that were not a few years older than herself but defeated her grandfather.

"Xiaomo Yan, you are really qualified to say that you don't participate in the league competition. There should be no problem to become a quasi heavenly king in your current state," Yongcun patted Xiaomo Yan on the shoulder and encouraged him.

"Thank you for your praise. What about the future king? What kind of realm is the heavenly king? "

"Hahaha, the prospective heavenly king didn't arrive, so he thought about the heavenly king." Yongcun laughed and didn't think he was angry.

"Do you think the spirit trainer is mainly the spirit or the trainer?" Yongcun did not answer, but asked another question.

"Elves? Trainer? " Silent Yan frowned. This question reminded him of people's understanding of King level trainers.

Is he a king trainer because he has king level elves?

Who made who?

"Master Yongcun, what do you think?" Keep a low profile and take the initiative to ask for advice.

"I don't know," Yongcun shrugged and said very indifferent. "I'm afraid few people know. Even if they know the answer, they only think."

“……”

"Don't look at me like that. That's what my elders asked me. He said that when I have an answer to this question, I can become the king of heaven."

"Isn't master Yongcun a king level trainer?"

"Ah, I'm not ah, I don't think so." Yongcun smiled and waved to Xiao Qian after sending the elf ball.

Silent speech was still confused, but rationally stopped asking and watched master Yongcun tease his granddaughter.

"By the way, Xiaomo Yan, here you are! I'll thank you for sending me back to the farm, ha ha ha! "

Finally admit that you are Lu Chi? While thinking, Mo Yan opens something similar to an invitation.

"Youth elite?"

"Well, the top youth elite competition between the ages of 10 and 18 brings together the top youth elite trainers in Kanto, Chengdu, Fengyuan and Shenao. The standard is much higher than that of the league competition. How about it? Are you interested?"

After listening to master Yongcun, Mo Yan carefully browsed the competition information again. One of them, every Taoist school, strong or weak, has and has only one recommendation place, and he immediately knows the value of this thing.

"There are no more than 200 Taoist halls in the four regions, but two-thirds of them will not send one person to participate in the competition for several years, so the number of participants is about 100 every year."

"Master Yongcun, this quota is just for me. Is it appropriate?" Mo Yan doesn't like the league competition, but he is very interested in the so-called genius, and he doesn't need to be as low-key as at the beginning. How can he have a smooth journey when he becomes stronger?

"What's wrong? Let me tell you, if the trainer sent by the Taoist school" thank you! "

After the big blue milk can and the youth elite competition, it was already late afternoon, because it was necessary to ask Master Yongcun for advice. He said that he would stay at moo moo farm with the consent of his parents and grandchildren.

Naturally, you don't have to worry about dinner silently. You have the largest farm in the city. 90% of the moo milk comes from here. Naturally, ye and sun are not short of money, so the Taoist hall owner is really just a part-time job.

The next day, with the help of MoO farm milkmen, Mo Yan found a place close to a small river and suitable for training.

Although there is no waterfall, the training can still be carried out normally. The most important training content of toothfish is to break away from the limitations of geographical factors and take water jet as instinct.

In the middle of the morning, Mo Yan saw Yongcun walking slowly from the opposite direction of the farm house, and the fat man around him was replaced by Emperor blu.

Lost again

"Good morning, master Yongcun!"

"Good morning, little mo. you're training. I'll see if there's any problem."

"Good!" Silent speech belongs to the action school with few words. Naturally, he likes to start directly, and then continue to train according to his established plan.

Yongcun on one side did not respond on the surface, but nodded secretly in his heart. He was even more surprised at the silent team. Even the most common thread ball performed very well.

Where did he get so many good elves?

However, Yongcun didn't think much. There is no shortage of lucky and talented newcomers in every place, and everyone has secrets. He won't be silly to ask when he is old and sophisticated.

In addition to different locations, the training of silent speech has hardly been affected, and Yongcun will give some guidance to silent speech when she gets lost here from time to time.

And little Qian, the head of rob, clocks in here on time almost every day, holds her lovely baby skin and delivers delicious moo milk.

More than half a month later, Xiaoxi also became unscrupulous from being cautious at the beginning, but she was still not interested in the cold soloyac.

Mo Yan never had a title, and gradually got the name of Mo Yan's brother. For Mo Yan, who lived in his heart, Xiao Qian was very cute and a little delicate, but she was just a child.

In addition, Yongcun's help to Moyan is also great. The adjustment and optimization of some training methods are not shown for the time being. Moyan learned a set of classic combos from him.

Sleep, snore, dream talk!

Kentello's performance is still in his mind. Silent is also very interested in this set of moves, so he trains very seriously.

If no one in the silent team can learn to roll, Yongcun is willing to teach him the fame skills of the Taoist school.

And then, it's time to start.