The Wonderful Journey of the Elf

Lan Fang was not the first person to end the battle. He was holding Xiuni and using wound medicine spray to treat the elf's injuries, while he was massaging Xiuni's soft body.

The battles at various other battlefields ended one after another.

Battlefield 1

"Nilona can't fight, the winner is Meow Boss"

The Meow Boss was covered in bruises and stepped on Nidona's head, standing in a pit centered on it. The ground bombarded by various special skills looked very chaotic, and it was obviously a fierce battle.

Battlefield 3

"Bibi Bird cannot fight, the winner is Gala Gala"

Gala Gala stood in the middle of the battle, playing with the bone stick in his hand gorgeously, while Bibi Bird fell far away from it, with its head covered in blood. It seemed that it had suffered a powerful blow and lost its ability to fight.

Battlefield 4

"The Fire Rock Rat cannot fight, the winner is the Rumble Stone"

The Fire Rock Rat lay motionless on the ground, with circles in his eyes. The flames on his back were very dim. The round body of Longlong Stone kept rolling around in the field. No injuries could be seen for the time being. According to this situation, it should be It was caused by rolling the signature skill of Rumble Stone on the front.

Battlefield 5

Battlefield 6

Battlefield 7

Battlefield 8

As the top eight were decided, none of the remaining ones were weak. No one knew where Lan Fang would rank among them.

"Xinni, are you feeling better?" Lan Fang said while rubbing Xinni's body.

Xiuni nuzzled him to show that it was okay, and used the trick of shrinking to get into Lan Fang's arms again, very clingy.

Seeing that Xianni was fine, Lan Fang breathed a sigh of relief, pinched Xianni in his arms, and walked to the makeshift platform at the public training ground. From a distance, he saw the official Rockets cleaning up irrelevant personnel. That is, the eliminaters.

"Now, let me say something! Ahem, you performed very well, and your strength is also outstanding among your peers. Congratulations, the eight of you are the top eight in this preparatory camp." Capeng said The man stood in the center of the platform unknowingly and said to the remaining eight people, of course Lan Fang was among them.

In fact, Team Rocket's preparatory camp recruits teenagers between 11 and 18 years old. If Lan Fang was the original age when he traveled through time, he would have been rejected for various reasons when he applied for the job in underground room 102. Of course He didn't know it himself, and thought he was pulled into the organization in a daze, but after thinking about it, he knew that those older people basically have no training value. How could the Rockets make such a mistake when they were in the booming development stage? .

"I'll give you a day's rest, which is 10 o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow. Come back here and continue the competition to determine the final winner. Huh, don't think that you can take it lightly because you are the top eight of this group of rookies. You are just here now. He's just a high-level rookie among rookies, not even the head of the rookies, do you understand?" Capone looked at the expressions on some of these people's faces, and said with an unhappy look on his face.

"Um, the boss's words are different. If you don't know better, you might think it's a chicken farm selecting breeder chickens." Lan Fang complained in his heart and looked at the other top eight people around him.

"These people all look very strong." Seeing the strange looks of some of the other seven people, he felt a little weak.

Among these people, one was wearing a pink jacket with a Rockets jersey underneath, and even had a hairpin in his black hair. With this sultry outfit (like wearing good-quality clothes), he was definitely a man.

Several other people also have their own characteristics.

For example, a girl wearing a blue hat and a sailor uniform was nodding her head and apparently dozing off. Lan Fang always wanted to remind her not to drop her hat.

Next to the girl stood a boy with a cloth band tied on his head, wearing a sleeveless black top and black shorts. His eyes are full of fighting spirit, and you can tell at a glance that he is a passionate guy.

There is also a young man who looks like a rich man with sparkling clothes (Lan Fang dares to bet a point that this is definitely not Kojiro)

Holding a Jigglypuff doll and a cooing girl standing on her shoulder,

There is even a green-skinned coquettish man who may be gay and a shirtless muscular man who is being harassed by the coquettish man.

"Well, maybe it has something to do with the chicken farm. What kind of chickens are there in the forest? Oh, no, there should be all kinds of birds." Lan Fang touched the non-existent sweat on his head with his hand, pretending that he was sweating profusely think. ……………… (Hmph, I must be the owner of a chicken factory, not a chicken!)

"Understood!" After listening to Mr. Capone's speech, the eight people replied. (The guy who dozed off must not have replied!)

"Okay, let's disband and get out." Capone looked at the so-called top eight and others who were in a state of chaos, with a black line on his head.

After slipping away, I can't afford to offend the big boss, and it seems that I can't afford to offend even the remaining strong rivals.

"Shangni, let's go, we won again today, let's order a big meal and eat our fill." He scratched Xioni in his arms and said to himself, Lan Fang didn't know if this guy was ticklish or not.

Reserve Camp Rockets Dining Room

Thumb thump! "Give me three 10-point lunches and a dozen fruits, any kind of fruits will do!" Lan Fang gently tapped the porcelain plate at the restaurant's dining entrance with his index finger and shouted inside.

After hearing the reply, he found a seat at the dining table in an unoccupied corner, placed the stinky mud in his arms on the stool on the left, and took out the Poké Ball from his pocket.

"Come out, pangolin, come on, sit here, celebrate for the smelly mud today, you can eat whatever you want until you're full." He pointed to the stool across the table and said to the pangolin.

In this way, a family of three was gathered together. The two elves ate the fruits and lunch that were delivered, and each asked for a bottle of milk in a large milk can with 5 points. The two elves took the milk and pulled it. Lan Fang's sleeve asked him to throw a high-level energy cube into the bottle. The three of them (oh no, not humans) started playing while eating, making a mess on the table and floor.

Fortunately, Lan Fang was sitting in an unoccupied corner, and the smelly mud had been eating and drinking well recently. The strange smell in its body when it lived in the garbage dump had long since completely disappeared. In addition, it was not a stench at all, so although it was It was very messy, but considering that he usually paid extra points for cleaning, no one from the Rockets staff in the restaurant said anything.

"Hmph, no matter what, I am also one of the top eight in this preparation camp. Who dares to say anything about me in this training camp restaurant?" Lan Fang felt that his domineering look was a bit arrogant.

"It's time to finish eating. Then come back, Smelly Mud, pangolin." After eating and drinking, and taking a break to breathe, Lan Fang stopped the two little guys who were fighting with each other and took them back with the elf ball, paying the extra fee at the same time. With 10 points, I asked the Rockets soldiers in the restaurant to help me clean up before heading to my room.

In the afternoon, after taking a nap, Lan Fang opened his eyes.

Bang bang! These two little guys are making trouble again. The two little elves who are destroying the house are throwing each other around with their ground-based special skills. The smelly mud is throwing mud, and the mountain rat is throwing sand. Both sides are using 1 for their power, but they are playing the sense of discrimination that marked the world war.

"How did the smelly mud come out? I remember I only let the pangolin out before taking a nap and asked it to practice its unique skills. Why did it suddenly become like this?" Lan Fang said that he had a big head. (Yes, it has become like this again, two little guys with serious criminal records!)

Seeing the elf ball with its bloody mouth on the ground, it seemed as if I saw the pangolin sneakily opening the Pandora's box of smelly mud with its claws, and then nothing happened.

"Stop." Lan Fang yelled.

The two elves suddenly looked like thieves caught by the police. Their bodies suddenly froze, and they slowly turned back to look at Lan Fang on the bed, their eyes full of trembling.

"Come on, sit down in a row and eat chestnuts." He said this, and he bent his index finger to knock on the mountain rat's head. As for why he didn't knock the smelly mud, his head was so soft that he couldn't knock it at all. Therefore, the crime of pangolin is increased by first-class chestnut x2.

"Shangni, today's opponent is very strong, isn't it? Next time our opponent will be stronger and stronger, so work hard to become stronger!"

"You, too, are the mountain rats! Have you seen the smelly mud? Even though it is more than a little stronger than you, it was almost defeated today. We still have a long way to go. Do you understand?" He was punished lightly. Lan Fang said softly after the two elves came out.

After hearing this, Xiuni and the pangolin slowly raised their heads, and saw a smile of encouragement and expectation on Lan Fang's face. The two elves seemed to understand something.

The spiritual bond between the family of three gradually became closer and deeper at this moment.