Integrate into the world of elves

"Well done unicorn!" the unicorn

trainer cheered when he saw that his elf was so powerful.

"Hmph, do you think your unicorn worm alone can really keep this sign? I'll be able to get him offline in minutes!"

Little Lada!" Hearing the call of his master, Little Lada, who was still entangled with Taili on the side, no longer cared about Tail, but ran back to block the way of the unicorn.

Just as the unicorn was about to retreat, he noticed that Pyras was behind him and glared at him with a very unkind look.

The little bugs are terrified right now.

But it doesn't matter. The unicorn immediately noticed that there was a huge rock not far away, and if he could swing it out with the power of spinning, then his owner would be able to obtain the number plate.

As soon as he wanted, the unicorn worm first pretended to use the poisonous needle on his head, and then immediately spit out silk threads towards the big stone not far away when the two Pokémon subconsciously made a defensive gesture.

Seeing that the other party was about to flee along the line. At this time, Otachi, who had been paddling, immediately jumped up with his bouncy tail. And use the grasping skill to successfully tear off the silk thread of the unicorn.

The poor unicorn fell to the ground with a bang. But before he could get up again, the other three Pokémon had already surrounded him.

In less than a minute, the unicorn worm died heroically under the siege of three Pokémon. However, he still has a lot of backbone, and before he lost his combat effectiveness, he still used a poison needle to make Odate fall into a state of poisoning.

"How can you do this?"

Seeing that his Pokémon didn't survive for a minute under the siege of a group of people, he couldn't help but be very annoyed.

"What is this? Who told you to be so bold as to dare to snatch my number plate!" As

soon as these words came out, the other two looked at the trainer of Little Rada with disdainful eyes.

"Just rely on your little Lada, I think it's better to forget it, if it weren't for my tail standing just now, the unicorn would have run away with the number plate a long time ago, and now my tail standing has been poisoned, so this brand should also be mine.

"If anyone dares to compete with my Pyras for this spot, then we won't be responsible for providing your potions in the future. At

this moment, the trainer of Pyras also released cruel words without mercy. As he spoke, he glared at the trainer of Otachi, intentionally or unintentionally.

A few trainers here are arguing, and the Pokémon below are also arguing about who contributed the most just now.

At this time, no one noticed that the number plate lying on the ground at the moment was moving towards the top of the mountain little by little.

When a few of them were tired of arguing and quieted down, they found that the bell that was supposed to be still calling the police was no longer audible at the moment, and they only then realized that the number plate was missing.

And on the cliff in the distance, Razor was holding a large magnet stone and didn't know what he was doing, and behind him there were already three or four north-facing noses and a large pile of iron tools from nowhere.

"No, they've already sucked so much mess, is that brand so hard to suck?I remember the piece of iron tied to the back wasn't it specially made?"

"Pika!"

Pikachu's face was quite embarrassed at the moment, although they had accidentally attracted the North Noses, but Razor had also given them all the rock-based energy cubes on his body. It's just a matter of asking them to help control the iron that he sucked in with the magnet nose a little, so that this group of north-facing noses won't strike so quickly.

Now Pikachu can only try to appease the emotions of these north-facing noses, so that they don't get out of control and go berserk. And promised them that they would also give some power blocks of electricity afterwards.

And just before the situation was about to get out of control, a noisy green sign flew towards him like a meteor.

However, if the other party rushes over like this at this speed, it is estimated that the number plate will definitely crumble into slag when it hits the magnet.

There was no way, Razor had to put down the magnet in his hand and use his hand to pick up the impact. There shouldn't be much of a problem with using yourself as a cushion for meat.

In the end, just as he expected, he only heard a snap, and the number plate landed firmly in Razor's palm.

Enduring the sharp pain in his hand, Razor took off the iron block from the number plate and glanced at his nearly useless arm, feeling proud of his intelligence.

"I'm so smart, those fools are probably still hanging around around right now.

Glancing at a spot not far from the foot of the mountain, Razor turned around and ran in the direction of the registration gate.

It's just that it's bitter to give a few Pikachu who are nasal energy cubes facing north in the back.

After about ten minutes, Razor successfully handed in his number plate and filled out a series of follow-up procedures with severe pain and trembling in his hand, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief.

A glance at the huge clock hanging in the hilltop arena saw that it was almost noon now. Seeing that the deadline for the preliminaries was getting closer, Razor decided to walk around to see if he could spot his classmates.

Pikachu lay quietly on his shoulder, intending to help him find someone.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, all 32 finalists were established before the deadline. At this moment, everyone turned their eyes intently on the huge screen of the arena, waiting for the announcement of the results.

Because everyone who appears above next will be a strong person who can qualify to enter the huge arena in front of them. Everyone wants to see which young talents are who can get ahead of all the rookie trainers.

Accompanied by a photograph and their corresponding number plates, they were enlarged from left to right, then zoomed out, and finally flew upwards and lined up neatly. Every name on the screen is their envy.

These trainers hated the organizers, and now that they knew who had passed the preliminaries, why did they bother to publish their photos one by one. Isn't this purely annoying their eyes?

Ray Ze, who was soon paying attention to the information on the big screen, soon discovered the name of his friend Gu Fan, and his number was Red 13. Thinking back to the sign I handed in, if I remember correctly, it should be a green 12.

Thinking of this, Razor couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief for him. can be regarded as entering the main competition, otherwise, with the severity of the aunt, it is estimated that Gu Fan's living expenses for next month will really be deducted. In that case, in order to cultivate the Grass Seedling Turtle, Gu Fan could only take the Grass Seedling Turtle to soak in the battle club all day long to make extra money.

Just as he had to think so, a new finalist scrolled on the big screen at this moment. Razor took a closer look and realized that this person was himself.

Although Razor was happy, some people were dumbfounded.

Especially the people who intercepted Razor in the middle of the waist before, when they saw Razor's name and number plate on the big screen, the whole person felt incredible. Everyone's eyes widened, wondering if they were wrong.