Elf: a Dragon Slayer Warrior at the Start

Hmm...except Qinghui's newly discovered fairy type.

And he only needs to read books and surf the Internet to learn the related elves of these attributes and their restraint. If he thinks about it like this, the gap between him and Qinghui in front of him is really not small. "Thank you for your answer, then I'll leave first."

After Hezhi thanked Qinghui, he turned around and left the battlefield thoughtfully.

Obviously, at this time he was thinking about what another attribute of Bing Jiuwei might be.

But... the worm attribute is too many to be resisted by other attributes as an attacker!After thinking about it for a long time, he just ruled out the options of flying and fire...

"Then I'll go back to the training room first, and call me there when the next challenger arrives."

Qinghui said a word to Guoziface, and took Bing Jiuwei away from the battlefield and returned to the training room.

As soon as he entered the door, he glanced slightly to the left, and the sight in front of him shocked him!only see...

Kuailong didn't know when he left the dodgeball training and came to the place where the fire-breathing dragon trained his fighting ability yesterday!

Then, he was lying in the middle of the pile of gloves, and the gloves did not know when they were activated, and it was not only one that was activated yesterday!

I don't know who it is, and directly activated three gloves!

Now the three gloves are taking turns to "bomb" the fast dragon lying down!

And Kuailong's face showed a comfortable expression, as if the attack of the glove was like a massage to him. "Boom~"

This massager is so comfortable to massage! "????"

Qinghui was also stunned for a moment. What kind of training equipment is very dangerous for fire-breathing dragons, but is it a large massager for fast dragons? !

But if you think about it carefully, it feels normal. After all, the strength of Kuailong is standing at the top of the elf world! "Boom~Boom?!"

Just at this moment, Kuailong, who was enjoying the massage, turned his head and saw Qinghui who pushed in the door.

After that, Kuailong quickly came to Qinghui and started to explain, saying that it wasn't his intention, he just wanted to use this for training, but he didn't expect it to be so comfortable. .Ask for flowers. . . 0 These words made the fire-breathing dragon who was training at the same time want to hit people! "I'll be cleaning you up in a while."

After Qinghui said a word, he called Meihua and Minas over, and at the same time released the little dream demon for them to treat.

Then he released the fairy elf to give Xiao Mengyao a healing bell to dispel her own poisoned state.

With the help of the green grass field and the water droplets of life, Little Mengyao quickly recovered to a healthy state. "Huh~"

The little Meng Yao, who had recovered her state, began to circle Qinghui back and forth again, which was also a way for her to express her happiness. "Now we should talk carefully."

Seeing that Xiao Mengyao was all right, Qinghui turned his head to Kuailong, "Tell me, how long have you been lazy? Didn't you keep losing weight on that dodgeball?"

"Boom!"

Silver Mountain, the Alliance Headquarters... next to the Headquarters of the Breeders Association.

In a spacious conference room, a circle of old men and old ladies sat.

These people are all high-level cultivators of the Association, of course, each of them is a senior senior cultivator!

It can be said that in the alliance, no one does not want one of these old men and women to help them customize the cultivation plan of the elves in their hands!

It's just that because of their age, they don't "take orders" very much anymore, and they just huddle in the headquarters of the Nurturers Association and do research.

Otherwise, even if this is Silver Mountain, the gate of the association headquarters will probably be smashed by people coming from "next door". "In another two months, the elf identification test will take place, and we have to get busy again." An old man sitting at the top looked at the crowd and said slowly.

"Just take the test, what does it have to do with the old man, President, tell me if you have something, I still have research in hand waiting for me to go back." A relatively short old man said.

"Who will be in charge of this this year? Do you have any self-recommendations?" The president heard someone say this, without ink, and asked directly looking around.But……

As soon as his voice fell, the surroundings immediately fell silent... towel.

Chapter 224 How can there be a lottery without cheating? !

The old men and ladies who were noisy at the time turned their heads one by one and did not look at the chairman, as if they were avoiding some plague. "Look at you, I just said that I have something to say, and now I said it, how about you?" Seeing that his words were ignored, the president slapped the table: "Two people are responsible for the elf identification test every year, and this matter still needs to be Are you hiding?!" After speaking, the president began to call his name: "Master, you come to be the person in charge." The first thing the president called was a relatively tall, but very thin old man.

Hearing being named by the president, the old man called Lao Zong quickly waved his hand: "I can't, I can't, you know that my recent research has just reached a critical period, and I can't leave for more than a month! You should change it. One!" "Old item?"

The president looked at an old man sitting opposite the old master again. "...I'm not good at that, and you know that."

The old man seemed to be a little taciturn. After the president asked for a while, he spoke slowly. "Mother-in-law?"

Immediately afterwards, the president looked at an old woman who was sitting beside the short old man before. "Lao Shen has received several orders recently, and it's almost time for delivery, "One Seven Seven," I don't have time." As a result, the answer was unequivocal.

Next, the president named a few more people's names, but...

People are always rejected for various reasons, some are doing research to a critical moment, some are taking orders, some are planning to go out to collect data, and some are even unwell... In short, for the president's Asked, these people seemed to be avoiding the plague god.

However, since he can become the president of the Kanto Area Cultivator Association, and he can sit on the top of the Silver Mountain Headquarters, how could the president admit defeat so easily? ! "Heh, I knew that a bunch of disrespectful guys like you would do this. Fortunately, I was prepared!" After saying that, the president took a pen holder-like container from under the table and put it on the table. "What is this?" an old man asked.

"Since everyone is unwilling to be the person in charge of this elf appraisal test, then we will take the fairest method and draw lots!" The president said, picked up the pen holder and shook it, and there was the sound of papers rubbing against each other.

"There are slips of paper corresponding to the number of us, most of which are white, but there are two slips, one with the main person in charge, and the other with auxiliary."

"The person who draws the main person in charge is the main person in charge of this elf identification test, and the assistants are here to assist the main person in charge. It is a fair draw. You should have no doubts, right?"

"Who knows if you've made a fool of yourself, what if the number of notes doesn't match the number of us? It's not like you haven't done this kind of thing before!"

"That's right, we arrested you on the spot for cheating in the draw last time!"

At this time, the voice of questioning came from below.

Obviously, this president has also cheated before!

It seems that the nature of this guild leader is on the same level as these old men and women below, um...

They are the type of people who are keen on research but not very interested in various tasks and activities.

"I didn't cheat this time! If you don't believe me, see!"

Obviously, what he said just now hit the chairman's sore spot, and he saw that the chairman poured out all the notes in the pen holder and spread it out in front of him.

Each piece of paper was folded so tightly that it was impossible to tell from the outside whether there was any writing on the inside, and the number was the same as the number of people in the conference room at this time.

"See? This time it's absolutely fair and fair!"

As the president said, he put these notes into the pen holder again, and put the pen holder on the table again: "Then we are still the old rules, you draw first and save the last one..."

"and many more!"

Just when the president was halfway through speaking, he was interrupted by someone he called Lao Zong before.

"how?"

Lao Zong stood up, looked at the pen holder and said slowly, "It's always been like this in the past, but you haven't won a single mission. I feel there is something wrong!"

"That's my luck! Who doesn't know I'm..."

The president retorted.

"Cut, are you lucky? If you are lucky, you won't have so many explosions inexplicably in your research!"

Before the president's words were finished, he was interrupted again.

The bad luck of the president in the research is a well-known thing among the old men and the old ladies!

Every time a research comes to a critical juncture, there are no problems with the steps and ingredients of the raw materials, but there will always be an inexplicable explosion when the synthesis is critical.

Sometimes a good machine suddenly has a problem, and sometimes it is simply not known why.

But the same steps, the same raw materials and ingredients, if someone else operates it, there is no such problem, and the machines are running well.

Therefore, the title of "Unfortunate President" has long been spread in the Headquarters of the Nurturers Association, especially among the senior management.

However, the strange thing is that every time they used to draw lots to assign tasks, the president was always "lucky" to get the option that was not used!

Although there are so many old men and women, only two or three people are needed to carry out the task at a time, and most of them will draw a white lottery.

But after so many years, these old men have almost all taken a turn, and some people have even been unlucky to be responsible for multiple tasks. Only the president is the only one who has never completed a single task!

At first, others could understand it, but later, the old men also began to suspect, but there was no evidence.

So there is this scene that is questioned today. "Then tell me, how to draw lots?" the president asked.

"Well... in the past, you were the last to draw, this time you are the first to draw!" The old man thought for a while and said.

"No, it's too simple. If he's a ghost, he can still do it!" As soon as Lao Zong finished speaking, he was interrupted by others.

"That's right, the first and the last are not very good..."

"I have a proposal. Let's draw lots according to... age! According to the order of age, the older ones will be drawn first, how about?" At this time, someone made a suggestion.

"Well... it sounds like it's not bad, so be it." This proposal was widely recognized by the old men and the old ladies.

Because they only know the approximate ages of some people, if they are more careful, they don't know who is older and who is younger.

After all, everyone gets along with each other on weekdays, and everyone is basically the same generation. In addition, for various researches, they often chat and quarrel. At this time, if you put your age, it will not work!only……

When someone made this opinion, no one saw the corner of the president's mouth... There was such a slight change!

"Then let's draw lots according to the age. Now, let's all report the age. If the age is the same, the month is the same, and the month is the same as the date..." The chairman saw that everyone agreed, so he got up and said, although the tone was still It's very calm, but everyone here always feels that the current president seems to be lacking in confidence... "Oh, old guy, have you leaked the bottom?!"

Seeing the president's appearance, the old men and the old ladies sneered in their hearts.

Just Ning's mildewed physique, but he hasn't given a mission for so many years. Isn't this outrageous? !

Alright now, according to this mildewed physique, isn't this mission a definite certainty? !

Regarding the ratio of age, it will soon be over.

This time it has nothing to do with everyone's seats before, the oldest is an old woman with deep wrinkles on her face.

The order of the president's drawing of lots is in the middle of the first position.

After the lottery order was determined, everyone looked at the president, and some people sneered directly.

"Old man, how do you hide now?!"

Countless people thought so.

"Since the order has been decided, let's start drawing lots, the first mother-in-law Li..."

The president held the pen holder and was about to walk in front of Granny Li, but at this time someone picked on the prick: "President, don't bother you so tired, give us the pen holder, we'll pass it on to you, and you'll stay where you are. Just sit."

"Yo, old Xiang is smart!"

"Well said, we can just pass it on to each other, and there are people in the province who are doing ghosts on the road!"

When everyone heard this, they began to respond.

When the president saw it, wasn't he talking about the old guy whom he named at the beginning and finally called him not good at socializing!

"Okay, Mr. Xiang, I usually see you being taciturn. I didn't expect you to have accumulated a belly of bad water for so many years?!"