The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

"Bindong, you have to understand her, after all, even if she came to take the test, it is impossible to pass. Instead of losing a face, it is better to go to the Huang-level city pool for a while." The young-level elf recovered and was attacked by Shen Yanxiao. Confidence, ridiculous.

"Haha, that's right."

The three elves were snarled and sneered at Shen Yanxiao.

However, Shen Yanxiao, who has already gone to the training camp registration office, has little interest in their three nonsense.

The little three elves have not qualified for her.

At the registration camp of the training camp, there was only one wooden table, an elf with a white badge on his chest, sitting there slouchy, and the two eyelids glimpsed, as if he could fall asleep at any time.

When Shen Yanxiao walked to the table, the elf still held his chin with his hand, and his head was confused.

"I want to sign up." Shen Yanxiao's cold mouth.

The obscured ink rain that had already been trapped heard a voice, a fierce one, and he looked up and looked at the elf standing at the table in a strange way.

The elf in front of me is very beautiful, and her eyes are calm and waveless, but full of anger.

For the first time, the ink rain saw such a vibrant look, but...

He looked up and down Shen Yanxiao and found that Shen Yanxiao looked like he was only fourteen years old. He was not an adult elf. "Hey, the test is over there." The ink rain never thought about this elf really. It’s time to report to the training camp on your own.

Generally, the elves in the training camp are all adult, and the talent has been stabilized. Therefore, there is a mentality that is almost self-destructive and mixed into the training camp. Few minors will come to suffer.

Ink rain also pointed to the team of the test.

My heart hurts, thinking that I am finally coming to business here, and the result is still the wrong way, ah ah ah... Elf King is on, don’t hang him like this.

Shen Yanxiao slightly frowned: "I came to join the training camp."

Dangdang!

The rain slid his hand on his chin, and his head hit the table directly.

After a while, the ink rain rushed to his head and stood up. He looked at Shen Yanxiao in disbelief and wondered if he had just got it wrong.

"You want to join the training camp? Really?"

Shen Yanxiao nodded. How did the guy in the training camp recruit the elf look so unreliable?

"Hey? No. You...you are not yet a grown-up, what do you go to the training camp?" The ink rain is very strange. Is there such an elf that can't be opened this year?

"I want to join the Silvermoon Guard, isn't it necessary to enter the training camp first?" Shen Yanxiao raised his eyebrows slightly.

The ink rained to take a breath of air.

A good declaration!

"Cough... You have to go into Silvermoon? But...not every elf in the training camp can go in, do you understand?" Moyu felt a pain in his head. Is this underage elf thinking about entering the silver moon too? Simple.

"Understood, how do I sign up?" Shen Yanxiao said with a sigh of relief, his eyes on the table, trying to find something similar to the registration form.

It turns out that a piece of wool on the wooden table is woody.

"..." The ink rain is speechless. He feels that he has encountered a very stubborn little guy. He has a headache and looks at Shen Yanxiao. Although he is very happy that he has finally opened this place, but this scourge is a minor, it seems Some are immoral.