"Aiyaya, young people are getting better and better." Yong Cun put the milk can back into the pokeball and handed it to Xiao Qian.
Xiao Qian, who had just run over, could not help but grimace. She grabbed the pokeball and ran out. Actually, she was very interested in Mo Yan, who was only a few years older than her, but had defeated her grandfather.
"Little Mo Yan, you do have the right to say that you don't want to participate in the alliance competition. In your current state, you should have no problem becoming a quasi-heavenly king." Yong Cun patted little Mo Yan's shoulder and said encouragingly.
"Thank you for the compliment. Then what's after becoming a quasi-heavenly king? What kind of realm is a heavenly king? "
"Hahaha, you haven't even become a quasi-heavenly king, and you're already thinking about becoming a heavenly king." Yong Cun laughed loudly, not annoyed at all.
"Then do you think a sprite trainer is a sprite or a trainer?" Yong Cun did not answer. Instead, he asked another question.
"Sprite? Trainer? "Mo Yan frowned. This question reminded him of everyone's understanding of heavenly king-level trainers.
Because they had heavenly king-level sprites, they were heavenly king-level trainers?
Then who was the one who made the other?
"Master Yong Cun, what do you think?" Mo Yan lowered his posture and asked for advice.
"I don't know." Yong Cun shrugged and said nonchalantly, "I'm afraid not many people know. Even if they know the answer, it's only what they think."
"…"
"Don't look at me like that. My elder asked me the same thing. He said that when I had an answer to this question, I could become a heavenly king."
"Then isn't Master Yong Cun a heavenly king-level trainer?"
"Ah, I'm not. I don't think so." Yong Cun laughed, then waved at Xiao Qian, who had just finished giving him the pokeball.
Mo Yan was still confused, but he rationally stopped asking and watched as Master Yong Cun went to play with his granddaughter.
"Oh right, little Mo Yan, this is for you! Take it as a thank you for sending me back to the farm, hahaha! "
Did he finally admit that he had no sense of direction? Moyan thought to himself as he opened the invitation letter in his hand.
"Elite Youth Competition?"
"Yes, it's a youth elite competition between the ages of 10 to 18. It gathers the top youth elite trainers from the four regions of Guandong, Chengdu, Fengyuan, and Shenao. The standard is much higher than the Alliance Tournament. How about it? Are you interested?"
After listening to Master Yongcun's words, Mo Yan carefully browsed through the competition information again. One of the rules stated that every dojo, regardless of whether they were strong or weak, would only have one recommendation. He immediately realized how precious this thing was.
"There are no more than 200 dojos in total in the four regions. However, two-thirds of the dojos will not send anyone to participate in the competition for several years. Therefore, the number of participants each year is about 100."
"Master Yongcun, is it appropriate for you to give me this slot?" Mo Yan looked down on the Alliance Tournament, but he was very interested in the so-called geniuses. Furthermore, he no longer needed to keep a low profile like before. How could becoming stronger be smooth sailing?
"What's wrong with that? Let me tell you, if the trainers sent by the dojo can't even survive the first round, that would be a disgrace!"
"Thank you for thinking so highly of me, Master. I'll participate!"
"Okay, but you're not qualified now. The minimum requirement for the competition is for all the dojos to be elites. You only have two elite-level sprites now."
"…" Then what the hell are you talking about!
"However, I have high hopes for you. Half a year should be enough." Master Yongcun patted Mo Yan's shoulder again, drawing a perfect picture for Mo Yan.
"Master Yongcun, if I get a good ranking, I should be considered to have won glory for Manjin Dojo, right?"
"Erm, right?" Yongcun, who was old and experienced, suddenly changed his bold and unrestrained manner and asked this question shyly.
"… I hope Master can give me some guidance so that Manjin Dojo's reputation won't be tarnished!"
Faced with this old fox, Mo Yan decided to be straightforward. Why were they guessing at each other's guesses? It would be better to arrange things clearly.
"Well, that's fine …" Yongcun choked. If he didn't play by the rules, how could he increase the word count?
"By the way, this is for you. Take it as a souvenir." Yongcun handed the dojo badge of Manjin City to Mo Yan. The squarish golden badge felt very textured.
"Thank you!"
After the blue milk jug, the dojo competition, and the youth elite competition, it was already afternoon. As he needed to consult Master Yongcun, Mo Yan obtained the grandfather and grandson's permission to stay at Moo Farm temporarily.
Naturally, Mo Yan didn't have to worry about dinner. They owned the largest farm in the city, and 90% of Moo Farm's milk came from there. The grandfather and grandson were naturally not short of money, so the dojo owner was really just a part-time job.
The next day, with the help of the milkmen at Moo Farm, Mo Yan found a suitable training ground next to a small river.
Although there was no waterfall, the training could still be carried out normally. The most important training content of the fangfish was still to break away from the restrictions of geographical factors and make the water jet an instinct.
Halfway through the morning, Mo Yan saw Yongcun walking over leisurely from the opposite direction of the farm house. The fat person beside him was replaced by Blue Emperor.
He got lost again …
"Good morning, Master Yongcun!"
"Good morning, Little Mo Yan. You train, I'll see if there's any problem at the side."
"Okay!" Mo Yan was a man of few words, and naturally liked to start directly. Then, he continued to train according to his established plan.
Yongcun didn't show any reaction on the surface, but he nodded in his heart. He was even more surprised by Mo Yan's team. Even the most common ball, they performed very well.
Where did he get so many excellent elfins?
However, Yongcun didn't think too much about it. There was no shortage of lucky and talented newbies in every place, and everyone had their own secrets. As an old man, he wasn't stupid enough to ask.
Other than the different location, Mo Yan's training was almost unaffected. Yongcun would occasionally get lost and come here to guide Mo Yan.
Little Qian, on the other hand, would come to Mo Yan's place on time almost every day. She would carry her cute naughty baby and deliver delicious Moo Milk.
Half a month had passed. Little Qian had also changed from being cautious at the beginning to being unscrupulous. However, she still wasn't interested in the cold Soroilhac.
Mo Yan also didn't call her Mo Yan. Gradually, she started to call him Big Brother Mo Yan. For Mo Yan, who had an uncle in his heart, Little Qian was very cute and a little delicate, but she was still a child.
In addition, Yongcun had also helped Mo Yan a lot. Some of the training adjustments and optimizations aside, Mo Yan had learned a set of classic combos from him.
Sleeping, Snoring, Sleep Talking!
Kentailo's performance was still in his mind. Mo Yan was also very interested in this set of combos, so he trained very seriously.
If it weren't for the fact that Mo Yan's team didn't have anyone who could learn how to roll, Yongcun would be willing to teach him the dojo's famous skill.
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