The flying king of a certain Pokémon

Kuailong spread his wings and flapped them lightly.An airflow with exactly the same strength and speed as the blowing breeze, but in the opposite direction completely cancels out the natural wind.

No matter which direction the wind blows from, under the gentle flapping of the fast dragon's wings, it all disappears without a trace when it is about to touch the girl.

This level of power control is enough to prove that Kuailong has reached the pinnacle of mastering its own power and understanding of the external environment.Such a fast dragon is actually just to keep the girl from being disturbed when painting, which can be said to be a luxury among luxury.

The girl reopened the notebook and was about to add another touch to the unfinished painting when a familiar voice suddenly sounded beside her.

"Eh? What are you writing, Linghuang?"

When Yan Pengyu saw Kuailong, he noticed that Linghuang was sitting alone under the shade of a tree, so he came over curiously.

Ling Huang closed the notebook fiercely, and covered it tightly with her white hands, preventing Yan Pengyu from seeing the contents in the notebook.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it."

There was a rare hint of panic in her tone.

"Hmm... so mysterious? I know, I must be thinking about tactics!"

Yan Pengyu laughed, thinking he had guessed it right.

Linghuang stared at Yan Pengyu silently, then sighed softly.

It seemed that even without the disturbance of the breeze, she could not continue to finish her painting quietly.

"Sister Linghuang! Ah, you look so handsome with a ponytail!"

The noisy voice approached quickly again, Luo Huaying flew all the way with her ponytails swung, and rushed forward to give Ling Huang a hug.

Linghuang skillfully held down Luo Huaying's head with one hand, preventing her from getting any closer.

"Calm down, don't be ashamed!"

Wen Qing walked over slowly, rubbing his forehead and shaking his head.

It's too embarrassing, the heir of his own gymnasium is too lively, which makes him a disciple of the gymnasium feel a little ashamed to face others.

"Haha, Huaying is still so funny, she actually called her cousin 'sister'."

A burst of hearty laughter came, and Linghuang sighed again.

I want to be alone for a while...it seems impossible.

"My lord is my lord, it's a state, even if I'm older Ling Huang is still my lord."

Luo Huaying said seriously, making Wen Qing behind her cover her face involuntarily.

"You say yes..."

"cousin?"

A look of astonishment appeared on Yan Pengyu's face. He, Linghuang and Luo Huaying had been together for half a year, but they didn't even know that they still had such a relationship.

"My mother's brother is Huaying's father."

Ling Huang explained with a blank face.

Presumably, she also has no way to deal with this cousin who ranks second in terms of abnormality among all the heirs of the gymnasium.

"That's right, this guy is the granddaughter of the owner of the pavilion, and the relationship between the two of them is quite a story..."

The person who made the hearty laugh just now said tut-tut again, and walked to Yan Pengyu very familiarly, as if he was about to start telling a story.

"Instead of talking nonsense here, it's better to think about the next battle."

Ling Huang glared at that person slightly, and stopped him from chewing his tongue.

Seeing that Ling Huang was a little displeased, the man shut his mouth in a very sensible manner.

In fact, the stories of the older generation are also full of legends, and the love, hatred, and hatred in them are enough to write a novel with millions of words, and they are also quite rich in conversation among the trainers.

But obviously, although the person involved has no objection, the descendants of the person concerned do not want to hear the story of their grandfather being spread indiscriminately.

"Oh? What's your name, big brother?"

When Yan Pengyu saw this familiar boy who looked much older than him, he also showed a hearty smile.

He is also the type who can get along with people quickly. When communicating with different people, he can quickly switch to a speaking style similar to the other person. He can be described as two extremes with Linghuang, who has zero social skills.

"Miangui, my surname is Dongfang, and the single name is Feng. Please be merciful in the future competitions."

The man named Dongfang Feng clasped his fists in a very old-fashioned way, and said chicly.

But his speaking style and behavior style are incompatible with his appearance.

Although he has long hair, he can be considered handsome, only slightly worse than Yan Pengyu.But he was wearing a black British-style long dress, even in summer with a long-sleeved jacket and trousers, so he looked very hot.

In fact...he should be really hot.The fine beads of sweat on his forehead and the long sweat-soaked hair against his scalp have fully exposed this point.

Although this style of dressing looks very handsome, it doesn't match his speaking style at all.And wearing it like this in summer would look very silly, which made Yan Pengyu want to complain.

Even if he was wearing a cloak, he could still use it as an excuse to protect him from the sun!How can anyone wear such tight clothes in summer?

Even Ling Huang, who was very tightly wrapped up in England, seemed to be very afraid of the cold.In this kind of weather, I also wear a light dress.

"Don't be fooled by his appearance, this man is very strong."

Wen Qing couldn't help rolling his eyes when he heard Dongfang Feng's self-effacing.

Then he deliberately reminded Yan Pengyu to pay special attention to this person named Dongfang Feng.

Seeing this, Dongfang Feng just smiled without saying a word.However, the self-confidence between his eyebrows made people understand that he has sufficient confidence in his own strength.

Gu</span> Facing the upcoming qualifiers, he didn't feel nervous at all, as if the final spot was at hand.

"He can be regarded as one of the strongest members of the younger generation. Although the heir of the steel gymnasium has exceeded the age limit, if he really comes to participate, he may not be his opponent."

Linghuang's tone was calm, as if stating a fact.Yan Pengyu, who is familiar with Linghuang, knows that Linghuang seldom makes such comments.

"That's really interesting..."

The corner of Yan Pengyu's mouth outlined an arc, and it was a strong opponent that could bring him pleasure.

His strength is no longer what it used to be. If the opponent still progresses slowly as before, he will be very disappointed.

The long and distant bell sounded, and the door to the battlefield slowly opened.

Finally, it was time for the trials to begin.

Ling Huang stood up, lightly pressed the white wide-brimmed hat on top of her head, and was about to step into the gate of the battlefield.

Then she realized that everyone around her was staring at her blankly.

When Linghuang stood up, everyone realized that her dress gradually changed from sky blue on the upper body to dark blue at the knee skirt, dotted with some silver sequins, like a summer starry sky.There is only a thin layer of light blue tulle on the shoulders, and the creamy shoulders and clear collarbone are looming.A white wide-brimmed hat with sunshade on the head, black mid-heel sandals on the feet, pink nails on the white and tender feet, like petals in the snow.

This was the first time Yan Pengyu saw her dressed like this.It didn't look like they were here to fight, but they looked like they were well-dressed for a trip.

The slender and tall figure was wrapped in a dress as beautiful as the starry sky, and the cold aura on her body seemed to be neutralized. Only then did the trainers notice that the girl's face was as delicate and flawless as a doll.

"Sister Linghuang! Let me kiss you!"

Luo Huaying was the first to come back to her senses, and she was about to pounce on her with all her teeth and claws, but was held down by Ling Huang's hand again.

"What are you doing all of a sudden?"

Linghuang frowned slightly, a little puzzled.

"It's nothing...it's just that it's rare to see you dressed like this..."

Even Wen Qing, who always prided himself on being calm, stumbled when speaking.

Dongfang Feng simply closed his eyes and did not look at Linghuang.

"I......"

Linghuang didn't know what to say, and she also felt that she shouldn't dress up so elaborately to participate in the trials.

But before departure, her mother still forced her to carefully match the clothes, and even woke her up from her sleep early, and finally forced her to choose for an hour before letting her go out.

"Instead of talking nonsense here, it's better to go in early and calm down and prepare for the battle."

He could only change the topic abruptly, and left without paying attention to the group of trainers behind him.

However, her footsteps were rarely flustered.

Yan Pengyu stared at Linghuang's back, lost in thought.

He wasn't too shocked by Ling Huang's appearance just now. Although he is also a normal man who likes beautiful girls, he still regards Ling Huang as his opponent more.

And because of his keen observation skills, he noticed that the girl was feeling a little uncomfortable when Ling Huang got up.

This is also the main reason why Yan Pengyu has not spoken. Linghuang's rare flustered performance is very worth observing.

"Is there a possibility that she is not cold, but just very bad at communicating with people?"

Yan Pengyu suddenly said to himself.

It turned out that people around him were looking at him like fools, so he shrugged and pretended that he hadn't said anything.

It seems that Linghuang's icy personality and aura have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and other people will not have such thoughts.

But Yan Pengyu still felt that Linghuang usually spoke very little because he was not good at communicating.Keeping a sullen face is also because I feel nervous when I meet people.

"Hmm...interesting."

Yan Pengyu felt that it would be very cute and interesting for such a girl to have obvious fluctuations in her mood.

However, to make Linghuang's mood fluctuate obviously, using ordinary methods will definitely not work...

Sure enough, you still have to beat her on the field to break through her defenses!

"Let's wash away the defeat of the national competition by this time!"

Yan Pengyu was suddenly full of fighting spirit, which made other people around him puzzled.

Leaving the others behind, he strode into the battlefield and found his own lounge.

Due to the small number of participants, there are only two or three people in each lounge, which is extraordinarily empty.

He knew none of the trainers in the same lounge as Yan Pengyu, they all looked older.

On the screen, start scrolling the names of the participants in the battle.

Each game adopts the rules of singles. If one of the Pokémon loses, it will be replaced.

Of course, since the youngest rookies only have two Pokémon, the older ones can only choose two Pokémon to play against Yan Pengyu and the others.

From the very beginning of the trials, there was a knockout system, the losers were eliminated directly, and the final four were directly promoted to the national team preliminaries.The four eliminated in the quarter-finals will play off to determine the remaining two places.

However, after the quota is determined, the battle will not stop.

Because, in the end, a real champion must be compared to decide who is the captain of the national team.