The low-level trainer of the elf world

When leaving the black market.

Xia Yan only had 100,000 alliance coins left on him.

In addition to buying two tool-like elves, I also bought a lot of elf food, such as advanced energy cubes, moomoo milk, etc., and prepared some necessities for cultivating elves.

Apart from these, of course, books have always been his passion.

In the black market, there are many elf knowledge books or copies of information handbooks that are prohibited or not advocated by the alliance, and he will basically never miss them.

Finally, there are some basic communication equipment, such as mobile phones.

This trip to the black market did not encounter any accidents, nor was it targeted by merchants.

It may be because the smell on his body is too strong, or it may be that he has not completely transformed from the state of living in the wild at this time, revealing a chill and cold aura. Others think he is not an easy character to deal with, so they are not sure Didn't do anything.

In short, when he walked out of the passage inside No. 115 Kelsa Street, he encountered nothing.

But when he came to the shop at No. 115 Kelsa Street, he saw the old man who was guarding the gate talking nonsense with someone.

caught the eye.

When he saw the person who was breaking up with the old man, there was a little surprise in his eyes.

It's not because Xia Yan knew this person, but because of his attire and his behavior.

He was wearing a somewhat messy gray monk robe, with an orange package around his waist, a string of large Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and a string of small wood-colored Buddhist beads in his hands, with a bald head.

It is not difficult to see from this dress that he is a monk.

The young monk, who was about seventeen or eighteen years old, had a flushed face, his eyes were narrowed when he smiled, and while shaking his head, his huge earlobes were also shaking.

From a distance, you can faintly smell the faint smell of alcohol.

When speaking, the voice is very gentle, with a unique voice and intonation.

Wine and meat monk?

This string of buddha beads, my little monk, is a treasure from the Bell Tower. It is made of materials that have been blessed by the sacred fire of the Phoenix King. It is sold for five hundred yuan, which is really very cheap. The little monk tried his best to sell himself The prayer beads in his hand look like I won’t leave unless you buy them.

The old man is also stubborn, saying that he will not buy it.

Heh, the beast Phoenix King? I also said that my shoes were blessed by the sea god Rogia, do you want them? I'll sell you 400 cheaper!

The monks don't tell lies, but the monk speaks the truth. How can your filthy shoes compare to it?

The little monk was not angry either, and kept smiling all the time.

A monk? A monk won't be as drunk as you are. The old man's beard was about to blow.

He had been arguing with this little monk for almost half an hour, but he couldn't drive him away.

You don't understand, this wine is three parts sad and seven parts bitter. What I drink is not wine, but the suffering in this world. The little monk said seriously.

Xia Yan, who walked by with a blank face, couldn't help but pause when he heard the little monk say three parts sad and seven parts bitter.

This little monk is a bit Zen-like.

But the old man obviously didn't like this, he blew his beard and stared and said: Then tell me, what are you going to do with the money from selling this prayer bead?

The little monk retracted his palm and erected a Buddhist salute in front of him.

Since drinking tea, there will be more suffering in the world.

Old man: .

Xia Yan: .

Xia Yan shook his head slightly self-deprecating, and strode away.

So having said so much, the conclusion is that there is no money. Selling Buddhist beads for money to buy wine?

I took it for granted, Xia Yan secretly slandered.

After Xia Yan left, the little monk suddenly stopped nagging, turned his head slowly, and opened his squinted eyes a little, looking at the direction Xia Yan left, with a glimmer of light and a trace of doubt in his pure and bright eyes.

Hey, little monk, what are you looking at? The old man couldn't help shouting when he realized that the little monk was distracted in the middle of the argument.

Oh, it's nothing, the little monk just thinks, that man... smells so bad.

Polite Xia Yan: Are you?

After leaving the black market, Xia Yan took a taxi instead of walking.

Goal, Silver Elf Battle Club!

It all started from there, and Tomuchi is definitely gone, but there must be something left.

Xia Yan's idea is very simple.

If you have a grudge, you must avenge it. If you can't beat it, you can wait for a while to report when you have the strength.

After being teased by Tom Luqi like a fool for so long, he will not feel pathologically that the other party is too strong, so he just accept it obediently.

That's not reason, that's shaking M.

After paying double the taxi fare to appease the taxi driver's complaints, he came to the Silver Elf Battle Club again.

The interior decoration has been restored to its original state, and it seems that it has not been affected by the previous Loto. Even the huge fish tank in the corner has been repurchased, and the water spirits inside are active under the bright daylight.

Ignoring the strange gazes from the people passing by him, he strode to the front desk.

He stopped a step away from the front desk.

The eyes under the messy hair flickered, Xing Nai or the shadow of Tom's strange incident had not completely dissipated.

The receptionist at the front desk has changed, with the same tall figure, the same pretty appearance, and the same professional quality, but it is not the same taste after all.

Before the busy Hazel looked up and saw the person coming, he smelled a sour smell and couldn't help frowning.

When she looked up and saw Xia Yan standing in front of her, her professional quality still allowed her to smoothen her frown and show a professional smile, but the disgust in her eyes couldn't be erased.

Sir, you are.

Xia Yan took out a card and put it on the counter without saying a word.

And when Hazel saw this card representing the identification of the club's intermediate sparring partner, she couldn't help showing a little surprise.

Please wait.

With a beep, some basic information about Xia Yan was displayed on the computer screen.

Xia Yan. Hazel silently repeated the name in his heart, the difference between Xia Yan's appearance in the information photo and his current appearance was too great.

When I pulled the information to the end and saw that the registered elf was a unicorn, it became clear in my heart.

With an apologetic expression, he held the card in both hands and handed it to the counter, Sorry sir, because you have been missing for a month, the club has added a new unicorn trainer as a training partner, so.

Xia Yan has been missing for a month.

Of course, it is impossible for the Silver Elf Battle Club to keep this position vacant all the time.

Xia Yan was not surprised by this either.

He nodded and said: It doesn't matter, but I remember that there is a rule in the club that says that when a sparring partner leaves due to many unexpected circumstances such as elf evolution, this sparring partner has one chance to challenge another sparring partner, and the winner stays.

That's right. Hazel nodded and replied.

In this way, she understood what Xia Yan meant.

So, do you want to challenge the training partner of the iron shell pupa? Or still choose the unicorn?

In order to keep the job, one elf evolved, and another elf continued the job.

It's all too common.

No. Xia Yan shook his head.

That is.

Xia Yan's eyes flickered.

Big Needle Bee.

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The third one is here! I'm going to code the fourth update right away——