Under the waterfall in the mountain behind the fighting town, Genma is taking his elves to practice with Fan Dou. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the constantly moving sandbag formation, Zoroa and the leaf elves are dodging the sandbags coming from all sides, and in the dense sandbags, they can always find a gap, and then pass through it lightly, which is their newly learned fighting skills to see through the work. On the other side, the giant pincer mantis and Abi Lang are practicing each other with bullet punches, compared to before, the bullet punches of the giant pincer mantis have not only improved in speed and strength, but also grasped the timing a lot better. Of course, the most improved is the Shock Beast.

At the edge of the pool under the waterfall, the Shock Beast was practicing against the bluestone on the shore, which was covered with traces of freezing and fire, which was one of the achievements of the Shock Beast this month - learning the Freezing Fist and the Flame Fist. In addition to these two skills, the electric shock beast also learned a series of skills such as see-through, sonic fist, and burst fist, which completely changed the weakness of poor moves, making Genma feel that his efforts were not in vain.

"Let's take a break, come and drink some soup!" The multi-track voice came from a grass reed not far away, and suddenly, the elves who had been training enthusiastically immediately stopped and ran towards the grass reed.

"Don't worry, don't grab it! One bowl per person!" said Duo Rail with a smile, for a breeder, seeing the food he makes is loved by everyone, which is a happier thing than eating it himself.

Fan Dou picked up a bowl of soup, drank it dry in one gulp, and then looked at Duo Track with a blank eye: "The soup you made is so delicious! I don't want to eat anything else after drinking it." "I didn't say it directly, but the meaning couldn't be more obvious - give me another bowl!

Unmoved, Duo Rail said with a smile: "So I can only give you one bowl!

"Alas, okay!" Seeing that the plan failed, Fan Dou was a little frustrated, but when he thought of dinner, his expression was perked up again: "I must eat more for dinner!"

"No, no, no!" said Duo Track, shaking his head, "It's very important to eat reasonably, don't overeat!"

"You're so ruthless with Multitrack!" Fan Dou accused with a pained face, but he also knew that Multitrack was for his good, and he was just making a fuss about it to relax.

"Daddy can't be willful!" said a young girl next to her. This is Aimi, the daughter of Fan Dou, who was originally very dissatisfied with her father's addiction to fighting tournaments, after all, like most girls, she didn't like these somewhat ferocious fights. But under the persuasion of the three of Genma, Aimi gradually understands Fan Dou's obsession with martial arts, and decides to help her father realize his dream as soon as possible. So, she followed Duo Track to learn some knowledge of breeding, and under the patient teaching of Duo Track, she is now barely getting started!

"Haha, I see! It's just that the multi-track craft is so good that people can't stop at all. Love beauty, you have to learn from the multi-track!"

"Well, I will!" Aimi nodded obediently and began to clean up the utensils left by the elves after drinking the heat-relieving soup.

After drinking the heat-relieving soup, the elves did not immediately devote themselves to training, but rested under the grass and reeds. Genma chatted with Fan Dou: "Thank you Mr. Fan Dou for this time, my elf has made great progress!"

Fan Dou shook his head: "Where, such great progress can be made, and it is inseparable from your efforts. To be honest, I didn't expect you and your elves to hold on. You know, I'm training according to my own standards!"

Genma smiled, he had to endure hardships in order to become a master. If you want to be extraordinary, sweat is a must. However, Genma didn't plan to have a wave of chicken soup, so he changed the subject: "The P1 Fighting Tournament is about to start, and the training is here, so please prepare for the competition with peace of mind!"

Hearing Xuanjian's words, Fan Dou's face changed: "Are you leaving?" Actually, it doesn't matter, I can continue to guide you!"

Genma smiled, understanding Fan Dou's concern. In the past month, there have been many tracks of wholehearted care, and the days of Fan Dou and Abi Lang have been extremely nourishing. Genma can be regarded as witnessing with his own eyes how much a clever breeder can help the elves improve their strength. In the past month, Duo Track has conditioned Ai Lang from the aspects of massage, diet, work and rest, etc., which not only gave him enough energy to complete far more training than before, but also helped him recover from many dark injuries, so that his already stagnant strength rose again. Now that the critical moment has come, Fan Dou, who has tasted the benefits, is naturally unwilling to let the group leave easily.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fan Dou, we won't be leaving for the time being, and we're going to watch the fighting tournament too! We also hope you can win the championship, so Duo Rail will continue to help you in the future!"

Seeing that his careful thinking was recognized, Fan Dou was also a little embarrassed: "Then don't you continue to train in martial arts? I can continue to guide you!"

Genma shook his head: "No, the Shock Beast is not a fighting elf, and I have no intention of competing in the P1 competition, the Shock Beast is only learning to fight to improve its strength while taking into account its own interests, so the next thing we need to do is to integrate the tactics and skills of fighting into the combat mode of the Shock Beast." ”

Fan Dou nodded and sighed: "I see, alas, you and the electric shock beast are both very talented in fighting, it's a pity to give up like this!"

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In the following time, Genma and Fan Dou practiced separately, waiting for the start of the fighting competition. As the time approached, the number of people in the town gradually increased. However, the P1 Fighting Tournament is only a competition organized by folk fighting enthusiasts, which is very niche. Not only did it not receive strong support from the alliance, but there were very few people who were willing to sponsor it, so it was not well-known, and there were very few tourists who came to watch. In such a situation, it is naturally difficult to attract masters to the competition, and the fighting trainers participating in the competition are not only not too high-level, but also very small in number, which is no wonder that Ash was able to easily win the championship in the original book. Although the trio of Team Rockets made trouble, the small number of participants and the low standard were also the main reasons.

"Genma, do you think this P1 fighting tournament has the potential to be invested?" asked Multitrack.

Genma shook his head: "There is not much potential. After all, the advantage of fighting elves in this kind of competition is too great, but the number of fighting elves is too small, and it is difficult to expand the scale of participation. And since only physical attack skills can be used, the contestants' tactics are greatly limited. Fist-to-flesh fights, while exciting, are too savage for some people, and are much less enjoyable to watch than ordinary matches where you can use flashy skills. Except for the die-hard fans of martial arts, ordinary people have little interest in this kind of competition!"

"That's a shame!" exclaims Multitrack, and if the future is good, then this is a good opportunity for the family to expand their business.

Genma understood Duolan's mind and reminded, "There is no future in investing in P1 fighting tournaments, but it's still good to invest in these martial arts trainers. ”

"Huh?"

"Those martial arts trainers, after a long period of training, they and their elves have gained a body that ordinary people envy, but in the process, only a small number of them have been carefully recuperated, and many more have lost their potential and left a dark wound. If there are breeders to help them, then they can heal their dark wounds, they can make up for some potential, and their strength will improve. Won't they become a living sign of your breeder's ability? As long as you win them over, the profession of breeder will be further known and greatly expand the scope of your business! And for these fighters, they will be very happy to get the help of breeders!"

"Good idea!" Multitrack jumped excitedly, in her heart, the family is the first, then the second is the profession of breeder, I heard that I can contribute to this profession, Tracky is very excited, "I'll contact the breeder union right away! They are worried about the lack of influence of breeders recently!"

Multitrack hurried to contact the breeders' union, while Genma and Shota continued to walk towards the tournament venue, where the tournament would be held. On the way, Genma saw Ash and his party from a distance, but Genma didn't go up to say hello. He felt that he was now on the side of Fan Dou, and if he wanted to help him realize his dream of becoming a champion, then Ash would definitely not be able to win the championship. Although he was not wrong, he always felt a little weak, so Genma felt that it was better not to contact him for the time being.

"By the way, there are also those guys from Team Rocket! To prevent them from making trouble!" "Fabi Lang's fan fight is not weak, and after multi-track recuperation, it has been greatly improved, as long as the interference of Team Rocket is eliminated, it is not difficult to win the championship! Thinking so, Genma searched around for the traces of the trio of Team Rocket!

It's a pity that the traces of the trio of Team Rocket are not so easy to find, so Genma went to the lounge to check, but he didn't expect to see a group of martial artists gathered around, and Fan Dou was confronting a teenager in the circle.

"Mr. Fan Dou, what's going on?" asked Genma, who separated the crowd of onlookers, and stepped forward.

Fan Dou looked annoyed, pointed at the young man in front of him and said, "This kid is really hateful! He actually said that our P1 fighting tournament is rubbish! I must teach it a good lesson!"

The young man on the opposite side clasped his hands to his chest, with an arrogant face, and when he heard Fan Dou's accusation, he did not deny it, but said: "This is the truth! I just returned to Guandu from Fangyuan, and I heard that there was a fighting tournament here, and I was very excited to run over to take a look, but I didn't expect the level to be so low, and there were not many people who participated. There's no need for this kind of garbage contest!"

Genma looked at the other party in front of him speechlessly, this guy is really too bad, it's a fact that the level of the P1 fighting competition is not high, you know it in your heart, but actually saying it in front of so many people who love martial arts, it is undoubtedly mocking everyone present to be rubbish, this is really too bad!

Sure enough, after listening to the young man's words, everyone present was in a commotion, and they all wanted to teach the young man a lesson, but fortunately, Fan Dou and the others were still more rational and stopped everyone. Otherwise, unless he is a Heavenly King-level trainer, he will not be able to please him under the siege of so many people.

Genma looked at each other, surrounded by so many people, the young man was not timid at all. In this case, in addition to being strong enough, it may be that the backstage is enough to win. Judging from the family emblem on the other party's back, it should be the latter, so Fan Dou stopped everyone, after all, those who have family emblems are big families, and they are in trouble!

"Boy," Fan Dou said to the boy, "I don't care what you are doing, but since you are so provocative to us, then as a martial artist, I must deal with it, let's have a fight!

The young man looked indifferent: "Yes!"

"Wait," Genma grabbed Fan Dou, "Fan Dou, you still have to participate in the P1 Fighting Tournament, so I'll replace you!"

"You?" the boy glanced at Genma and found that it was a teenager about the same age as himself, his face was full of contempt, as if to say that you were not qualified.

Genma was also a little annoyed and asked, "What, don't you dare?"

"Hmph," the boy hated, and said, "You don't have that qualification yet!"

"Okay, then I'll take you down! By the way, what do you call it? ”

"Shanggong Peng!"