At night, Mu Qingyun, who couldn't sleep, stood on the balcony of the room, looking at the starry sky and was silent, and now he and Wang Xinlin both felt that they were faintly beaten by Mu Yang.

"Hey~ Forget it, I don't want to."

After a long time, Mu Qingyun let out a long sigh and walked back to the room.

……

On the balcony of another room, Wang Xinlin did not rest, she looked ahead distractedly, silent, and the words of Muyang faintly poked her heart, making her a little uncomfortable.

After a moment, a long sigh came from the room.

"Whatever."

……

In a hotel, a young man who looked to be in his early twenties was looking at a thick book under the light, and the pen in his hand was constantly recording something. There was a stinky flower beside him, but she was already asleep, and she looked like she was sleeping very sweetly.

This person is Muyang who came back from the 688 training ground.

"Today's is not straightforward enough, it shouldn't wake them up, but the rest is left to me, some things are too straightforward and not good."

Suddenly, Muyang's hand taking notes stopped, he closed the book, shook his head and said.

Today, Muyang watched the training of Mu Qingyun and Wang Xinlin, and he smiled, it is no wonder that the strength of the elves is not good with such a training method.

Wang Xinlin said goodbye, this is not allowed to be done by the elves, and the elves are not allowed to do it, and the amount of training is not even half of that of Bibi Bird, and the intensity of the training project is not particularly high.

Although Muyang has to admit that Wang Xinlin's method is very reasonable and unique, it is obviously a training method for laying the foundation stage, and it is still used until now, which is no longer suitable.

In fact, Wang Xinlin may not know that Ibu has already passed the stage of laying the foundation, but he still insists on using this training method, and there must be thoughts of not wanting Yibu to suffer.

But if it's just this kind of thinking, Muyang can teach Wang Xinlin a lesson, what really makes Muyang take care of is the power behind Wang Xinlin, the people behind Wang Xinlin may not want Wang Xinlin to understand this truth so quickly, since the people behind him mean this, Muyang is naturally not good.

As for Mu Qingyun, he didn't work hard enough, he would be complacent with a little achievement, not enough endowment, insufficient resources, poor training methods, if he didn't have a big chance in the future, plus a few head-on attacks, the peak of the elite would be his limit, and it would be difficult to become a big weapon.

"That's it, everyone has their own way, and there are some things that can't be forced."

Mu Yang sighed, put the notes in his safe, and put them away, and in the process, he also picked up the skill CD and put it in the space backpack.

……

Second, Mu Yang did not go to the training ground to train, and came to the audience seat of the Sun and Moon Battlefield with Mu Qingyun and Wang Xinlin early to watch the game.

"Big brother, is this the latest intelligence?"

Mu Qingyun looked at Mu Yang staring at the book in his hand and asked him.

"That's the latest information, I just paid for a Poké Ball."

Mu Yang glanced at him, and then said to him.

Time flies, and between Muyang's pages of books, this morning's game is gradually approaching.

"It's almost time."

Seeing that the time was about the same, Mu Yang closed the book and began to look at the playing field.

Not long after Muyang looked at the arena, the host Li Hui came to the ring, which also announced that the first game was about to start.

"Hello everyone, I'm the host Li Hui, we meet again, did the eighteen matches of the top 64 of yesterday's Sun and Moon Youth Championship make you enjoy watching it?"

At this time, Li Hui suddenly stopped his voice and began to look at the audience with his eyes.

"Not enough!"

"Not enough!"

"Not enough!"

There were bursts of deafening voices from the audience, and they were basically not enough.

"Haha~ It seems that everyone's mood is still high today, well, the last eighteen games of the round of 64 of today's Youth Championship are about to start, and the players are invited to take their places."

"Player Wu Gaoli VS player Ling Ding plays."

After the host Li Hui finished saying this, the two trainers in the preparation room quickly got up and walked towards the battlefield.

After the two trainers walked through the long aisle, their appearance finally appeared in the audience's field of vision

The appearance of these two trainers is not bad, Wu Gaoli's figure is stronger, his body is also taller, and the muscles of his body can be felt even through his clothes, and the macho man is the best interpretation of him.

And Ling Ding's black and vertical hair, oblique and heroic sword eyebrows, slender and sharp black eyes, thin and lightly pursed lips, angular outline, slender and tall but not rough figure, like an eagle in the night, cold and arrogant but grandiose, more in line with people's aesthetics of handsome guys.

"Please come forward and draw lots to decide the priority."

The referee shouted at Wu Gaoli and Ling Feng.

Wu Gaoli and Ling Ding walked up to the referee and grabbed a bamboo stick.

When both sides drew the bamboo sticks, the result was born, and it was Wu Gaoli who took the lead.

"That's bad luck."

Wu Gaoli shook his head and said helplessly.

His team is not a qi team, the first hand is useless to him, but it will be more than the other party to send an elf to restrain himself, very uncomfortable, but the smoke is all drawn, no matter how uncomfortable it is, you have to put it.

When Wu Gaoli returned to his position, he took out a poke ball from his body and released the elf in it, the elf was basically blue, with extremely strong arms and well-developed muscles, plus the mosquito coil-like pattern on his stomach, all of which showed his identity.

"Fast swimmer?"

Ling Feng saw the elf released by the other party, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

"That's the case, then it's for you."

……

"Hey~"

The special invitation was tied, and Wu Zhanfan, the owner of the Wrist Power Dao Pavilion, suddenly sighed.

"Huh? King Wu sighed. ”

Liu Mujing, the owner of the Baicao Daoist Pavilion next to him, saw him sigh suddenly, so he asked him with some doubts.

"Call me the master of the martial arts hall, now my identity is a hall master."

Wu Zhanfan said quietly to Liu Mu.

"Get up and be ashamed, the one in the arena is that Wu Gaoli is my nephew."

"What!?"

After hearing this, everyone at the special invitation table was shocked, and Dugu Ming, the owner of the Sun Moon Daoist Pavilion who was also the king, couldn't help but glance at Wu Zhanfan in surprise.

"Is it your nephew, the master of the martial arts? I see. ”

Liu Mujing, the owner of the Baicao Daoist Hall, looked at Wu Gaoli on the competition field, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.

are all surnamed Wu, and it is not impossible to add that the first one is a fast swimming frog with water and fighting, but they didn't think about it in that direction before.