"Master, welcome back." Just when Xiaozhi mocked the villager for abusing good people in his heart, all the disciples trained in the dojo bowed to the villager and said, Xiaozhi can see that they are very grateful to the villager.
"Well, you stay where you are, Zhengyuan. Go and pour some hot tea and order tea by the way." After hearing what the disciples said, Murakami nodded and said to a bald boy.
"Yes, master." Zhengyuan promised, and then turned to prepare hot tea and refreshments. Xiaozhi and Nazi followed murzheng to the living room. Here we can see the training of murzheng disciples, which is also a scenery.
"Welcome to be a guest here. Please don't mention it." At this time, Zhengyuan was holding a tray with several cups of hot tea and refreshments on it.
"Thank you." After receiving the hot tea, Xiao Zhi thanked and tasted it. Drinking hot tea often can calm people's mood and is also good for physical and mental relaxation.
"Uncle Murakami, with your strength as a quasi champion, if you must join the league, you should be able to get a good position. Why didn't you choose to work in the league?"
Xiaozhi is a little confused. With the strength of Murakami, he can definitely get a good position in the league. After all, the quasi champion trainer is not a cabbage. Even if he takes refuge in the family, it must be better than now.
"It's useless. I didn't think about working in the league, but it's not as simple as I thought. You can't get a foothold there just because you have strength. If you don't have a background, you can only eat a flat share."
Murakami shook his head. He also worked in the league, but there was no day when he was suppressed by power, so he resigned. Although the strength of quasi champions is rare, there are still many in general big families.
Moreover, the League will not offend the big family that has contributed a lot of money to the League for a quasi champion trainer. This is not worth the loss.
"It seems that the people of the Chengdu alliance really have no vision. They are much worse than the Kanto alliance." Hearing Murakami's words, a cold light flashed in Xiaozhi's eyes. Obviously, he had no good feelings for the people of Chengdu alliance.
Compared with the Kanto alliance, the people of Chengdu alliance don't even have a sense of tolerance. Xiao Zhi estimates that the people there are either family or trained by the alliance, and there are few estimates from outside.
"You are Yuki Yeji of Kanto. I didn't expect you to appear here." At this time, a purple haired teenager with a laptop came to the living room and said to Xiao Zhi.
"Young master." Seeing the visitor, Zhengyuan said respectfully that the strength of the purple haired boy is second only to the village head here, so the disciples here also respect him very much, and the identity of the boy is also worth asking them to call a young master.
"Xiao Zhi, don't mind. That's my son, Xinwu." Seeing the visitor, Murakami introduced the identity of the purple haired boy very plainly.
"Oh ~ your son, the quasi heavenly king, has good strength and data flow, just like Xiaoheng." Xiao Zhi stared at the computer in Xinwu's hand with great interest, which must be the same as what he guessed in his mind.
"Yes, my son Xinwu is a trainer of data flow, and I invite you to come this time to ask if you can fight with my son." Hearing Xiaozhi's remark about Xinwu's trainer level and path, Murakami felt that there was a play this time.
"Oh ~ OK? I'm not responsible if I can't accept the blow." Xiao Zhi looked at Xinwu with some ponder. He did it many times to attack his opponent. He didn't mind helping him. At the same time, he thought critically: "I'll go. I just left kikyou city. Soon, I met a guy who took the wrong way. Are people in this world idiots?"
"It doesn't matter. I just want him to know what the real magic baby is like." After hearing Xiaozhi's words, Murakami nodded, indicating that he didn't care how Xiaozhi hit his son.
"Isn't your trainer a quasi champion? You should be able to beat your son. Why invite others to fight." Na Zi is a little confused. Normally, Xinwu's level is much lower than that of Murakami. There should be no problem.
"No, uncle Murakami's age and experience are much older than Xinwu. He also understands this truth, so even if he loses, he will take it for granted. That's why Uncle Murakami will invite trainers who are about the same age as his son. Is that right?"
As soon as Nanzi's words were finished, Xiaozhi shook his head and directly analyzed Murakami's intention, which also made Nanzi nod.
"Well, do you want to fight? It's OK to refuse." Said Xiao Zhi, taking a sip of tea.
"No? You underestimate me. Your level is indeed the champion. Yes, but according to the information I got, you didn't bring the magic baby of Kanto in Chengdu this time, except Pikachu." After hearing Xiaozhi's words, Xinwu said proudly. At the same time, he opened his notebook, farted and Pala pressed the keyboard to find out Xiaozhi's information.
"In that case, let's start..." hearing Xinwu's proud tone, Xiaozhi said without changing his face. At the same time, he thought that he must break each other's self-esteem.
He can feel that this guy named Xinwu is not a little wrong about the way of data flow. If Shengong Siheng is only 30% wrong, then this guy is at least 50% wrong.
"Only one magic baby is used. Xinwu only uses mine, that is, giant tongs Mantis. What about you, Xiao Zhi?" After taking Xiaozhi and Xinwu to the opposite battlefield, Murakami said to them.
"Me? Just use her." After hearing Murakami's words, Xiaozhi threw out a magic baby ball, all white, and a lalulas in a white princess dress appeared in front of everyone.