Pokemon: Dominate the Alliance from the Bear Apprentice

Lin Feng stepped forward, and under the watchful eyes of many Shawarangs, he sprayed healing spray on the injured Shawarang. After doing all this, he returned to the original place again.

The leader of the shavalon stared at apprentice Xiong for a while, then pointed to a shavalon again, and that shavalon also stood in front of apprentice Xiong.

This is a twenty-seventh-level Shawarang. Judging from its momentum, it is much better than the one just now.

However, facing apprentice Xiong is still far inferior.

Apprentice Xiong, who has undergone a month of special training in fighting, coupled with the strength that focuses on fighting, at this stage, except for the lack of remote output means, it no longer has any obvious shortcomings.

Half a minute later, the savalon fell to the ground powerlessly. Lin Feng did the same and cured it with healing spray.

Chief Chavalon was silent, though he could not speak.

The same scenario was staged again, when the third 28th-level Shawarang was defeated by apprentice Xiong's fist, the situation on the field suddenly became strange.

Lin Feng could clearly feel that the Shawarangs on the opposite side became agitated one after another, looking at Master Xiong(*), full of fighting spirit.

However, as one after another Shawarang's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, Apprentice Xiong was still standing there in high spirits, almost shouting "Who else"!

Lin Feng knew that this situation could not continue, he took out an energy cube from his backpack, and walked slowly to the leader Shawarang.

The eyes of the group of Shawarang were immediately attracted by this crystal clear energy cube, and they smelled a fragrance.

This energy cube was made after Lin Feng's in-depth study of fighting elves, according to their habits and preferences.

Once the production was completed, Lin Feng immediately completed the sweet pastry of Baihong Martial Arts.

However, Lin Feng ignored a very serious problem.

Shawarang has no mouth, how can he eat? ? ?

This is a very serious question.

But unexpectedly, the leader of Shawarang reached out and took the energy cube, holding it tightly in his hand.

Seeing that the leader Shawarang had successfully accepted it, Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

As the saying goes, apprentice Xiong who eats people with short hands, takes people with soft mouth, and behaves badly should not be surrounded and beaten by many Shawarangs.

However, what Lin Feng didn't expect was that when he returned to the original place and was about to leave with apprentice Xiong, the leader Shawarang solemnly handed over the energy cube in his hand to Shawarang next to him.

Immediately, it strode up to Apprentice Xiong and put on a fighting posture.

The leader also has to end in person? ?

Lin Feng's original intention was that it was enough for Apprentice Xiong to fight other Shawarangs, which was enough to exercise his leg skills.

Therefore, after defeating the last Shawarang, Lin Feng originally planned to take apprentice Xiong to the next group.

But at this time, the leader Shawarang stood up and challenged the apprentice Xiong.

It is up to me to find the lost glory of the Shawarang tribe! !

Lin Feng was naturally extremely happy. Generally speaking, there is a big gap between intermediate strength and advanced strength, which is difficult to bridge.

Of course, reasonable use of attribute restraint and tactical collocation can fight across levels.

And the current apprentice Xiong is only one step away from advanced strength, and the opponent is only 32-level Shawarang, so he can fight.

Master Xiong was full of fighting spirit and took the initiative to wrestle with Shawarang.

The two elves collided fiercely in an instant, with gusts of fist.

This time, the battle was much more passionate than all the previous ones. After special training, and various top-level cultivation resources, the apprentice Xiong blessed with energy cubes was not inferior to the leader Shawarang at all.

Even, as time went by, apprentice Xiong gradually gained the upper hand.

You must know that to be able to become the leader of a group, the strength must steadily surpass the rest of the elves.

This is real combat power, it is the strength that has been tempered and hardened from blood and fire! !

However, even so, leader Shawarang finally couldn't hold back the fiercer offensive of apprentice Xiong, and his mind flickered, and he was instantly caught by apprentice Xiong's mistake!

Suddenly, apprentice Xiong slammed the leader Shawarang's abdomen hard with his fists surrounded by white light! !

A million tons of punch!

In an instant, the leader of Shawarang felt a huge force coming, and he was suddenly knocked away several meters away!

Under the gaze of all Shawarang, apprentice Xiong looked indifferent and cupped his hands.

"Yeah!"

admit!

Lin Feng once again healed Chief Shawarang with the healing spray. Under his dangerous gaze, he hurriedly took out another energy cube from his back.

Under the resentful eyes of all Shawarang, Lin Feng and apprentice Xiong fled the scene quickly.

He can probably understand the mood of the leader of Shawarang. He originally thought that in the face of the energy cube, he personally went down to guide the apprentice Xiong.

In the end, he didn't expect apprentice Xiong's strength to be defeated by him, and he couldn't hold back now.

Lin Feng had no choice but to take out the energy cube again to stabilize the leader Shawarang, and let him gradually calm down.

Leader Shawarang looked at Lin Feng's leaving figure, and secretly swore in his heart that when the next trainer appeared, he must beat him up, otherwise it would be difficult to vent his anger just now.

However, half an hour later, Old Qian brought two young people to appear in front of the ugly-faced leader Shawarang.

"I am familiar with these leaders. Although this leader Shawaran is not as gentle as the other two leaders, he is not hostile to humans."

"I'll declare my purpose later, and you can just fight with him directly," Old Qian said.

"Uncle Qian, don't you need to give them energy cubes?" the girl asked.

The corner of Lao Qian's mouth twitched slightly, and said softly, "How do you see them eating energy cubes?"

Immediately, Lao Qian walked forward slowly, with a smile on his face, and finally met a group of Shawarang with ugly faces.

They couldn't speak, but the fighting spirit in their eyes made Mr. Qian feel bad.

Chapter 83: Disciple of Panshi Martial Arts

after a long time,

The two young men walked out of the Shawarang gathering place with ugly faces, carrying the strong chicken and the naughty panda with a bruised nose and swollen face from the beating and pain all over the body.

The boy's name is Xu Lun, and the elf is a strong chicken; the girl's name is You Xue, and the elf is a naughty panda with a bamboo leaf in its mouth and grinning.

"I don't know what stimulated this group of Shawarangs today. Their temper is so violent and their attacks are so ruthless." Lao Qian recalled the scene just now, his face full of doubts.

After seeing them, the group of Shawarangs showed great fighting spirit, and swept away their previous indifference, one after another, until the elves of the two were really exhausted and unable to stand up, they stopped fighting.

Such behavior is really too abnormal.

Mr. Qian can assure you that he has always acted cautiously and never did anything that might annoy Shawarang.

Then why are these Shawarangs attacking so hard, as if they were venting their anger.

"Could it be that there was a conflict with the other two ethnic groups?" Qian Lao thought to himself, this secret realm has always been dominated by the three ethnic groups, and only the other two ethnic groups can make this group of Shawarang angry.

"Uncle Qian, didn't you say that although Shawarang is cold, he has a good temper..." Xu Lun walked aside and asked quietly.

"That's right, the naughty panda has been injured like this." You Xue touched the naughty panda's head, feeling distressed.

Qian Lao was at a loss for words, he spoke for a while, and then slowly said: "Being beaten makes you feel pain, this is the true meaning of experience."

He snorted coldly and continued, "Otherwise? Is it going smoothly? Is it easy to defeat the opponent? You have been trainers for a long time, so you naturally know that this is definitely unrealistic."

"In this world, there are no victorious generals. Only setbacks and pains will make you grow quickly, and let you understand that growth is not easy. This is the real purpose of the museum owner to let you come to the secret realm to experience this time."

After hearing these words, the two young men immediately lowered their heads in shame, and said softly, "We know we were wrong."

Mr. Qian stopped talking, and stood at the front with his hands behind his back, exuding a vague sense of ease.

The two of them looked at each other and thought to themselves that he is indeed Uncle Qian with such a high level of thought. We still have a lot to learn.

The two of them are disciples of the Panshi Martial Art Museum in Chuanshan City next door. This time, just as Qian Lao said, because of their rapid progress, they were ordered by the curator to come here to practice in a secret place.

As for Mr. Qian, because he has been leading his disciples to this secret realm in the past years, although the danger of the secret realm is greatly reduced now, the curator still asks Mr. Qian to protect the safety of the two young people all the way just in case.

After all, there are only a few good seedlings throughout the year, and they must be protected well. If they die halfway, there is nowhere to cry.

As for Lin Feng, Li Yutang was very aware of his strength, so he didn't let anyone protect him.

"Okay, next target, Abby Lang." Mr. Qian waved his hand to make the two of them follow.

The three of them continued to move towards the gathering place of Abbey Lang, which was closer to this place.

the other side.

After a few hours of trekking, the sky is getting late at this time, the sunset is west of the mountain, and the afterglow of the setting sun spreads over the earth.

Lin Feng looked at the group of Abby Lang in front of him, and decided to make friends first, and then fight to avoid the previous accident.

Both Abby Lang and Savaran evolved from Fearless Boy, but they formed different evolutionary forms because of the difference in attack and defense.

Compared with Shawarang, Abilang has a gentler temperament. Unlike the two elves, they both have a flame-like enthusiasm for fighting, and they have been practicing martial arts hard all their lives.

However, the difference between the two elves is also obvious. Abiron uses punches, while Shawarang is good at legs.

Take out the energy cube from the backpack, and hand it to it under the calm gaze of the leader of Abiron.

"A little gift, I hope you like it." Lin Feng smiled kindly.

The leader of Abirang held the energy cube with his hand wearing a boxing glove, without any change in expression, and then it moved like the previous leader of Shawarang, with a finger pointing, an Abirang stood in front of the apprentice bear.

Lin Feng seriously suspected that over the years, the three ethnic groups had already formed a complete set of workflows, and when trainers came to practice, they decisively sent elves to fight.

Lin Feng turned his head to indicate that Master Xiong took a few steps forward, and quickly wrestled with that Abby Lang.

And the leader of Abby Lang, who didn't know when he was eating with that energy cube, showed an expression of enjoyment.

And the Abby Langs on the side didn't want to fight in the field, and stared at the leader closely.

Lin Feng smiled lightly, as expected no fighting elf could refuse his elaborate energy cube.

Just as Lin Feng's thoughts flashed, he heard a bang, and when he took a closer look, the Abby Lang who was fighting with Apprentice Xiong was already powerless and fell to the ground.

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"So fast?" Lin Feng looked surprised.

Although he knew that the twenty-five-level Abbey Lang was not good enough, he still didn't expect the battle to end so quickly.

Both Apprentice Xiong and Abby Lang are good at attacking with fists. Most of Apprentice Xiong's skills are related to fists, and his attainments in this area are no less than those elves who have been immersed for a year or two.

Coupled with his abnormal physical strength, it is not surprising that he can defeat Abi Lang in this way.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng still felt the need to remind these Abby Langs. He said solemnly: "Actually, it may be a little more powerful than you imagined."

The leader of Abby Lang's expression remained unchanged, and he waved his hand again, allowing a bigger Abby Lang to stand up and face Apprentice Xiong.

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This is a twenty-nine-level Abby Lang, with amazing momentum and sharp eyes, like a warrior who has experienced many battles.

The battle between the two elves begins.

This is a pure fighting style battle, without using any other attribute skills.

It's simple and rough fisting.

This time, the leader of Abbey Lang didn't get distracted anymore, but watched the battle on the field carefully.

However, half a minute later, as this Abby Lang was smashed into the air by the apprentice Xiong, a gleam flashed in the eyes of the leader of Abby Lang.

It walked in front of Apprentice Xiong, the fighting spirit in its eyes burning like a raging flame.

It is said that Abby Lang has the soul of a professional boxer attached to him, and it was born for fighting.

The more powerful the opponent, the more excited it is.

Apprentice Xiong rested for a while, and collided with leader Abirang.

The speed of Abilang's leader's punches is the fastest that Lin Feng has seen so far, almost turning into afterimages, and every time he hits apprentice Xiong's vitals!

However, even if Lin Feng had an intermediate physique, he couldn't see its punching speed clearly.

But apprentice Xiong held his breath and concentrated on all the movements, and it blocked the fierce attacks of the leader of Abilang time and time again.

The fist is like a violent storm, and the wind of the fist is like a gale.

The more the two elves fight, the more courageous they become, and the more they fight, the more vigorous they become.

finally,