Pokémon Zhihui

Pointing to a big tree full of pink round fruits, Qianhui smiled and said to everyone: "This tree fruit can be made into a 'love ball'. If the elves you capture are already owned by you, and the genders are different, you can Increase the catch rate by eight times!"

"Eight times the capture rate!" Kojiro's eyes lit up. This kind of baby ball that has a high probability of capturing Pokémon without fighting is the best for him. Qian Hui stopped her and said, "There are only a few fruits that can be picked here, and the rest are not ripe. You must pick them carefully before you can pick them. Don't be in a hurry, or if you pick too many, it will affect the growth of the mandarin orange tree." .”

"Oh." After Qianhui said this, Kojiro backed away in embarrassment.

Zhihui smiled. Under Qianhui's leadership, he picked orange fruits of various colors. During the period, he also encountered some obstructive Pokémon, but in front of Zhihui's Pokmon, there were clouds, especially Ghost Stone's. Hypnotism, if it wasn't for Qianhui's choice, Zhihui would have simply let Fatty speak.

Finally, I picked all kinds of fruits, and then looked at the more than twenty fruits in front of me, feeling a little embarrassed.

You must know that Mr. Yan Tie is the only one who can make Poké Balls so far, and Mr. Yan Tie is inefficient because it is handmade.

Thinking of asking him to make more than twenty baby balls, he was suddenly a little embarrassed.

"Brother Zhihui, it's fine. If Grandpa gets serious, he can make about ten of them a day, so it only takes two or three days. If brother Zhihui is not in a hurry, he can finish it within a week. Qian Hui seemed to find Zhihui's doubts, and smiled innocently.

After Zhihui finished listening, the embarrassment in his heart eased a little.

After returning home, Mr. Yan Tie did not say anything, and went in with a few orange fruits to make elf balls

"Taking this opportunity, do you want to see how grandpa makes the poke ball?" Qian Hui suddenly asked with a smile.

"Is it possible? Will it bother Mr. Yan Tie?" Kona asked. To be honest, she was also curious about how a purely natural mandarin fruit was made into a Poké Ball that can hold Pokémon.

Especially when there are very few people who have mastered this inherited technology.

Kona knows that Mr. Yan Tie is the only one who can do this in the whole city.

"No problem." Qian Hui stretched out her small hand and put it on her mouth, "As long as you don't make any noise, it won't affect Grandpa!"

"Then let's go and have a look." Zhihui was also curious about the production process of the round mandarin fruit ball.

So everyone followed Qianhui lightly through the front yard, porch and corridor, and came to the door of a workshop-like building in the backyard. Qianhui walked in the front and gestured to Zhihui and the others. Knowing that he is a repeat offender among habitual offenders, I don't know how many times he has done it.

Zhihui was secretly happy in his heart, and asked Kojiro and Miaomiao to keep their voices down, and then looked inside.

I saw Mr. Yan Tie opening the iron door of a small furnace with a serious face, and using a large iron tongs to take out a bright red and shiny round ball from the furnace, put it in front of his eyes and examine it carefully.

"That's the processed mandarin fruit!" Qianhui whispered to everyone beside Zhihui.

And Mr. Yan Tie stared at the red-hot ball, not caring about Zhihui and the others at all, maybe he didn't notice it, or maybe he did, but he didn't care at all.

After looking at it for a long time, Mr. Yan Tie turned around and sat down in front of a small anvil.Carefully placed the ball on the anvil, then picked up the hammer on the side, and took a deep breath——

"Duang"

Mr. Yan Tie raised the hammer in his hand and slammed it on the red-hot ball, making a loud metal collision sound. After several consecutive beatings, he took the ball to his eyes for observation, and then put it on the anvil to continue beating. .

Zhihui only felt that the eardrums were vibrating, but because Mr. Yan Tie was the last one who was professionally making baby balls, he didn't dare to make noise, for fear of disturbing the other party, so he covered his ears with his hands while biting his lips tightly to keep silent.

Looking at the orange fruit being beaten, it feels like a dream.

These round citrus fruits were clearly picked by him himself. He knows exactly what the hardness is. Not to mention hitting with a hammer, even if you step on it with your feet, it can be crushed. But who can tell me, what is the sound inside? What the hell?

No wonder Mr. Yan Tie didn't care about them watching.

If this is not a hand-in-hand teaching, what is the use of watching more?

"I remember that there is also a gymnasium in Junpi Town, let's challenge it first." Zhihui said, there is nothing to see here, so let's just get a badge first.

Chapter 166

"Boss, the trainer of the Juniper Gym is a kid called Abi, who is about the same age as Xiaozhi, and uses the weakest insect-type Pokémon. Boss, you are sure to win."

On the way to the Juniper Gym, Miaomiao expressed her confidence in Zhihui while doing data analysis.

"Don't underestimate the bug-type Pokémon, every type of Pokémon is powerful." Zhihui corrected.

"Is there? Bug-type Pokémon, aren't they all Pokmon like green caterpillars and unicorns that can easily overwhelm a large area? They are so weak and pitiful." Meow said.

"There should be a large area of ​​large needle bees in the forest here. Go over and talk to them. They say that the bug type is very weak." Zhihui laughed.

"Big needle bee?" Miaomiao shuddered subconsciously when she heard these three words. When she was in the Damu Research Institute, she stole the honey of the big needle bee because of death, but was stung by the big needle bee Enter the Pokémon Center.

"That's right, those who think that Pokémon are weak are the most stupid trainers, and Pokémon are the most powerful Pokémon."

At this time, I saw a car coming from a distance, and then stopped firmly in front of Zhihui and the others. A boy with lavender hair got off the car and said.

"Who are you? Meow." Meow looked at the boy and shouted.

"I am the cypress bark gym trainer Abi you mentioned, the living Pokémon Encyclopedia, you are talking about me. I will not forgive anyone who thinks that the insect-type Pokémon is weak." Abi exited the driveway.

"Are you Abi? Meow." Hearing the person he was talking about behind his back appeared in front of him, Miaomiao shrank behind Zhihui with a little guilty conscience.

"You are the gym trainer, Abi." Zhihui smiled, "My Pokémon made inappropriate remarks, I apologize for him, I am Zhihui from Zhenxin Town, and I want to teach you Pokmon showdown."

"I know, it's you, the bastard who came too late." Abi pointed at Zhihui and said.

"Huh?" Zhihui looked confused, bastard who came late, what are you talking about?

"Yes, it's you, do you know, because of the drought here, I packed up my things yesterday, and I'm going to close the gymnasium today, and then I just drove out of town, and it rained here, Couldn't you have arrived one day earlier?" Abi accused Zhihui angrily.

Zhihui rubbed his nose in embarrassment. It seemed a bit embarrassing that this happened. He just packed up his things in the morning and was about to leave, but he came back before he left the town.

However, this matter has nothing to do with Zhihui, so Zhihui said without guilt: "If I had known earlier, I would have come back a few days later."

After you have just settled down there, I will come over and let you rush over again, exhausting you.