National Elf: Who said that pig farmers can't be super gods?

"Girl, your little boyfriend is going to lose."

"Aren't you anxious?"

In the audience, a slovenly old man looked at the battle on the battlefield with a smile.

Nan Mengli turned to look at him.

There was no trace of panic on his calm expression.

"Uncle Wang, you have confidence in Zhuge Chen!"

Nan Mengli smiled slightly, and the sunlight shining on the beautiful black hair on her already beautiful face added a hint of haziness.

In order to meet Zhuge Chen, Nan Mengli specially chose a sky blue skirt today.

Her delicate little feet were wearing a pair of beautiful sandals, and her long straight legs were as white as lotus roots.

No matter how determined a man is, he can't avoid being moved by love.

"Girl, it's not good to be too confident!"

"Although Zhou Zhisheng's strength is not the strongest in the gym!"

"But when I was filling out the form just now, I remembered that the levels of your little boyfriend's two elves were not high!"

There was a trace of amusement in Uncle Wang's eyes.

As the gym leader, of course he knew that Zhou Zhisheng had been cheating on him before.

Even as an elf trainer, I despise such behavior.

But humans have to live, and the operation of the gym and all expenses, large and small, require funding support from above.

If they don't follow the instructions above, I'm afraid the gym will close down next month.

Thinking of this, Uncle Wang's eyes showed a trace of gloom.

But when he thought that Zhuge Chen, the young master, was about to be defeated, the corners of his mouth raised again unconsciously.

Uncle Wang glanced at Nan Mengli secretly, thinking that since he had said so, the young lady would definitely be worried about her boyfriend.

It's a pity that Nan Mengli's performance disappointed him.

At this time, Nan Mengli's behavior was still elegant, his eyes were as calm as water, and there was nothing unusual about him.

"Uncle Wang, I have confidence in my boyfriend!"

The tone was still flat, and Uncle Wang found it boring, so he shook his head and shut up and stopped talking.

In the battlefield at this time.

The sand and dust raised by Chuanshan King had already blocked all the Spearow's retreat routes.

At this time, the Spitfire has no way to retreat and no way to avoid it!

There is no other option except confronting the Chuanshan King head-on.

But if Zhuge Chen really did this, he would have fallen into Zhou Zhisheng's trap.

Faced with such a huge level gap, there is absolutely no way that Spearow can be the opponent of Chuanshan King.

Holding his arms, Zhou Zhisheng already had a chance to win, and was waiting for Zhuge Chen to look in pain when Spearow lost.

"Hmph! King Chuanshan, give the Spearow a fatal blow!"

"Use! Rending Claw!"

As soon as Zhou Zhisheng finished speaking, Chuanshan King stepped hard, and his huge body rose into the air, like a cannonball shooting towards the Spearow in mid-air.

Just as Spearow was about to splatter with blood, he was torn into pieces by Chuanshan King.

When everyone saw Zhuge Chen's expression...

But I found that he had his hands in his pockets, very calm, and there was no trace of nervousness on his face that he was about to lose!

"Alas! I still want to hide my strength!"

Shaking his head, Zhuge Chen couldn't help but sigh.

"Tell me, why bother? Why don't you just let me get the badge?"

Raising his head again, his eyes became full of fighting intent.

"Spearhead, use Bird Slam!"

Upon hearing Zhuge Chen's instructions, the Spearow flapped its wings violently, and the mark on its forehead glowed fiery red.

It can be said that the Chuanshan King in front of him is the strongest opponent it has encountered since becoming Zhuge Chen's elf.

What's more, this battle is related to whether Zhuge Chen is qualified to challenge higher-level gyms.

It absolutely cannot lose!

Clang!

A loud cry came from its mouth, and its wings tightened!

The Spearow's whole body was flashing with light, and it rushed towards the Chuanshan King flying towards it.

At this moment, everyone present held their breath.

Uncle Wang's eyes are very serious and he doesn't want to miss such an exciting battle.

"Hmph! It's just a dying struggle!"

"Even if this Spearow learns the Divine Bird Slam, it still won't be able to erase the huge gap in level between the two elves!"

"Hmph! It's over!"

Zhou Zhisheng smiled proudly, feeling more relaxed than ever before.

In his sight, the two elves collided heavily.

The tearing claw struck the divine bird fiercely, like sparks hitting the earth, creating a very powerful momentum.

In the battlefield, Zhuge Chen still put his hands in his pockets and pulled out a pair of sunglasses from somewhere and placed them on his face.

The two elves collided and produced a dazzling light.

At this time, no one except Zhuge Chen, who was wearing sunglasses, knew the final result of this battle.

"Alas! What a failure!"

"Originally, I was quite optimistic about this guy. The spirit of the Spearow is obviously different from other elves."

Uncle Wang shook his head and glanced at Nan Mengli.

"Hey! Look!"

"This... how is this possible?"

At this moment, two exclamations suddenly came from his ears.

Uncle Wang suddenly raised his head and saw the most surprising scene in his life.

In mid-air, the Spearow flapped its wings, its eyes full of disdain.

On the contrary, Chuanshan King was beaten until his whole body was covered in blood. He fell heavily on the battlefield and had already passed out.

"That year I had my hands in my pockets, and I didn't know what an opponent was!"

Zhuge Chen shook his head helplessly and glanced at Zhou Zhisheng, whose eyes were dull.

Whistle and look at the referee on the side.

"Referee, it's time to announce the result of the battle!"

Hearing Zhuge Chen's urging, the referee was stunned for a moment, and then blew the whistle in his hand.

"Beep—the battle is over!"

"All of Zhou Zhisheng's elves have lost their ability to fight!"

"I declare that the final winner of this battle is-Zhuge Chen!"

"The Spearow is gone!"

Zhuge Chen waved his hand indifferently.

The Spearow circled around and landed on his arm.

One person and one bird walked towards the auditorium with everyone watching in astonishment.

After a while, everyone reluctantly accepted the result.

"Damn it! This... this kid is a bit strong!"

"Strong? What's the point of being strong! This guy is simply ridiculously strong!"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Is this still a human being?"

"When I signed up, I was standing behind that kid. If I remember correctly, that Spearow should only be level 6!"

"You...what did you say? What level is that Spearow? Are you sure you read it correctly 1?"

"Level 6, I'm very sure, I must have read it correctly!"

"Holy shit! How is this possible? Zhou Zhisheng's Sand Mountain King must have been at over 20 levels!"

"No matter how powerful a level 6 elf is, there is such a huge level gap..."

At this point, the man's voice suddenly stopped.

His eyes widened, and his right hand pointed at Zhuge Chen and trembled.

Everyone didn't know what happened and followed his gaze.

Zhuge Chen came to Nan Mengli with his hands in his pockets and an affectionate look on his face.

He raised the corner of his mouth and took off his sunglasses.

"This beautiful lady, could you please do me a favor and have dinner with me?"

What surprised everyone even more was that the ridiculously beautiful woman nodded slightly.

Agree to Zhuge Chen's request!