Chapter 716
[Shocked, the top eight of the Pseudo-Elite Championship was born, and it was them! ]
[Five-eighths of Rookie, what happened to this tournament? ]
[The strongest younger generation or the strongest background generation? ]
[The game is shady, the background we dare not say in those years]
[...]
Phoebe browses real-time news on the tablet, The more you look, the faster you look, and the more you look, the more angry.
"What kind of news is this? We are obviously relying on our strength to be good!"
"If you blame it, blame the organizer. If it makes the situation so bad, Well, the Kanto of Kanto is really delicious!"
Flint replied casually, and then ate the super-large Kanto in his hand.
Phoebe rolled the eyes to Flint, then turned his head and chatted with Carol Hoothoot on the side. After a while, the two girls laughed again.
Really... fickle women.
"Mr Mo Yan, please read this news for me. Yes, that's it! I don't look good at night when the lights are too dark."
On the other side, Wallace Throwing his tablet computer in front of Mo Yan, his slender white fingers lightly pointed at a certain news on it.
Mo Yan glanced at it, and suddenly there was nothing left.
[Wallace, a handsome man once in three thousand years, a white Moonlight for thousands of girls, find out! 】
Mo Yan wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said directly: "I'm full, you continue."
"Mr Mo Yan Don't go, you can read it for me, my eyes are really bad!"
Wallace squinted his eyes on purpose, but the triumphant smile on his face had already leaked his heart.
For this kind of Mingsao, Mo Yan Normal chose to ignore it, and then turned around and left.
Wallace, Flint, Phoebe, Carol, and Mo Yan are the five new top eight players after today's game.
The other three are naturally veteran trainers. Among them is Mr. Kurikikawa who defeated Norman.
After the game ended, the organizers left eight more people to match the flow of tomorrow's game. After the end, the five people naturally gathered for a meal.
We were almost ready for dinner, and the five people started chatting again, but the style of painting changed a bit as they chatted.
Wallace disregarded the image of all sorts of jerks, Phoebe also let go of all sorts of misfortunes, Flint only knows how to eat.
Mo Yan glanced at Carol with a tired smile, thinking that this is a professional fake smile, and there is no weak spot at all.
And he chose to go away
Leaving the table and closing the bill in advance, Mo Yan started walking alone in the street, thinking back to the details of today's battle.
After the game between Carol and Will, Phoebe and Marshal also followed suit. In the end, Phoebe won the victory relatively easily.
Fighting Type vs. Ghost Type, the Fighting Type itself cannot beat the Ghost Type, not to mention that Phoebe has always been good at all kinds of weird and mysterious special abilities.
Marshal going straight is not Phoebe's opponent at all!
The next two games were also very exciting. Now the veteran Pseudo-Elite, their strength is at least in the Pseudo-Elite Top Rank, their tactics are also very rich, and the viewing ability is not bad at all.
Tomorrow will be an eight-to-four game, and Mo Yan's tactics and Pokémon that have not yet been exposed are also becoming fewer and fewer.
"Laru!"
Suddenly, Ralts grabbed Mo Yan's ear and broke his head to the right.
"Want to eat takoyaki?"
"Well, I want me!"
Ralts nodded excitedly, then blinked and looked towards Mo Yan, an expression that makes me cry for you if you don't buy it.
Mo Yan twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking of the true age of Ralts, there was a subtle illusion, but he didn't dare to say it directly.
"Buy!"
"en!"
Ten minutes later, Ralts grabbed a large handful of freshly baked takoyaki and sat in Mo Yan’s His shoulders are full of sauce and his mouth is full of sauce.
"Now, Ralts."
"en?"
"Do you want to go tomorrow?"
"Fight? "
"Uh...It's a battle. The strength must be maintained at the Pseudo-Elite level, and it cannot evolve into Gardevoir to crush the opponent directly."
"Emmmm......"
p>"If you don't want to, let Tyranitar and the others go."
"I went, I just thought about you wanting to buy some small octopus balls, I promised!" Ralts added quickly.
"...You have eaten a lot just now, be careful of indigestion and stomach trouble." Mo Yan helplessly said.
"No, no, just two copies... No, I will promise you one more octopus balls!"
"Half!"
"NoJust one! Besides, half of the Boss will not be sold to you."
"It's okay, I will eat half of the first if I buy one."
"... (＞Dish)～┴┴"
Finally, Mo Yan bought three octopus little Prince.
Seeing Ralts eating so fragrantly on his shoulder, Mo Yan was a little hungry while strolling around.
As for the third copy, it is reserved for Pikachu.
Because he didn't dare to grab the position on his shoulders with Ralts, Pikachu could only hide in the backpack angrily, and then fell asleep.
...no words for a night.
In the early morning of 2nd day, without Phoebe's delay, Mo Yan leisurely enjoyed breakfast and then walked to the venue just right.
At this time, Ralts is still sitting on Mo Yan's shoulders, while Pikachu continues to shrink in his backpack in grievances, and can only poke his head out to look at the world outside from time to time.
"Mr Mo Yan, you use the Pseudo-Elite trainer of Dark Type Pokémon. Why are there so many cuties around, do you want to develop a great Contest tournament career with me?"
Wallace said slyly, offending Pikachu and Ralts without realizing it.
"Laru?"
Ralts scarlet slammed his eyes to Wallace, glaring his next sentence back into his stomach.
"Is my handsome face ineffective, or Ralts that you are jealous of me?" Wallace was a little surprised after reacting, but he still said with a bitch.
"Heh, then you don't know how strong Mo Yan's Ralts are, and I look forward to you two bumping into it today" Phoebe said poisonously, and after speaking, he beckoned to Ralts in a friendly manner.
"Laru!"
Ralts turned his head, but still didn't give Phoebe a good face.
"Phoebe saucePeople are ignoring you! It feels good to have a hot face and a cold ass"
Looking at Wallace's artificial answer, Mo Yan couldn't help it. After getting goose bumps, he silently bypassed them, pretending not to recognize them.
"Mo Yan, let's have a showdown with me today, I want to win back the Elektro share!" Flint flicked his explosive head and pointed at Mo Yan and shouted loudly. .
"..." Silly, have you forgotten that there is a lottery?
And I have already played a 6V6 full battle with you, a certain author will not let us fight again.
"Everyone is very excited!" The only normal Carol came over and said laughed.
Mo Yan reluctantly agreed with nodded, and when he was about to say a few words, Charles Goodshow had already appeared on the screen.
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