Chapter 42

The middle-aged man awkwardly escaped from the underground passage. Looking at a large area of forest in front of him, he retreated with lingering fear, and hated the completely collapsed entrance of the underground research room with resentment and sadness.

Pinching the only elf ball left in his hand, the middle-aged man had an unspeakable sadness in his heart. He is just an ordinary trainer. When he was young, he had the dream of becoming the king of heaven champion.

However, when he took the initial elf baby bear and began to collect Taoist hall badges, it took him three years to finally stumble on the silver conference of Chengdu League.

However, only then did he find that he had no background, let alone more talent, and how weak and ignorant he was in front of his peers with a large number of talents and profound knowledge.

Under the guidance of "kind people", he knew for the first time that the elves who once regarded as treasures actually had uneven talents that affected their final achievements.

"Not that I can't, but that you are too weak!"

He disposed of all the gifted elves, either sent them or sold them. After collecting a sum of money, with the help of "kind people", he bought high gifted elves with a clear price tag.

In addition to the bear baby who was originally an elite talent, he has been accompanied by him. He has changed several batches of elves. When he found that the strength of elves has improved on the ground, he was even more out of control.

This time, through his network accumulated over the years, he finally received the high paid task of caring for the secret underground research institute, and obtained the first elves to be the king of heaven!

"As long as I cultivate this wubo who is the talent of the quasi king of heaven, my strength can grow slowly like a snowball like before!"

"The others... Are not important!" The middle-aged man wiped away his nostalgia for the original elf circle bear and turned away firmly.

"Doesn't it matter? Your life doesn't matter?"

Mo Yan leaned wearily against a tree, next to which stood a very rare super power elf.

Hu Di!

"You..." the middle-aged man just wasted a whole set of psychological construction. He didn't expect that the devil like man was not buried alive, but stopped him here leisurely.

Although silent speech is not easy at the moment, with big and small injuries all over the body and ragged clothes, it is leisurely in the eyes of the other party!

"Ghost stone, kill him!"

No more nonsense, the ghost stone with the most complete strength appeared quietly from the shadow of the middle-aged man, licked his lower lip excitedly, and a ghost claw went directly into each other's body.

"No, don't..."

Silent Yan's eyes didn't change at all. He looked at the middle-aged man falling to the ground without resistance. There were no scars on his appearance, but his body had been completely broken by ghost stone's ghost claws.

Ghost stone was a little excited. Now the soul of a middle-aged man can eat it as soon as he licked it, but after looking at silent words, he finally held back.

"Hu!"

Hu Di didn't blink at silent words and ghost stone's actions. He is a super power elf with an IQ of more than 5000 and will never be naive.

"Although I don't know why you live there, it won't be safe around here in a short time. Find a secret place to live well."

"Hu Ke!"

Hu Di nodded to Mo Yan. He saved Mo Yan because Mo Yan let him live and let him take care of his children.

As for active following, an evil spirit is still a little possible. The silent words of evil energy are definitely the least avoided by Hu Di.

"Shu!"

Hu Di moved and left in an instant. He didn't dare to delay. He quickly searched the middle-aged man, took away the cash, elf ball and some valuable props that he could take away, and then skillfully buried them and slipped away.

When he returned to the playing field in the nature park, he looked no different from when he left.

However, the matter in the basement research room will be found when the middle-aged man does not report it for a long time. In order not to expose himself, Mo Yan can only hold on to his injuries and catch a good looking insect elf, so as to minimize his suspicion.

Towards the evening, Mo Yan, like most of the contestants, came out with a park ball and handed in the hunting butterflies he caught.

While waiting for the review, Mo Yan keenly felt a pair of spying eyes and remained silent. Until his eyes were removed, Mo Yan pretended to chat with the trainer around him and turned to look at the source of his sight.

"Are you really from the Alliance..."

Two people dressed in the clothes of the search officer of the elves alliance glanced at a group of contestants with exploratory eyes.

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing. I said the insect catching conference should be sponsored by the alliance."

"Hey, I've attended several insect catching conferences, and I know about it..." a local insect catching teenager beside Mo Yan enthusiastically told the gossip he heard, which attracted a burst of attention around him.

Silent Yan took back his eyes and pretended to be interested. He didn't care about the two searchers looking for a needle in a haystack.

Finally, Mo Yan was told with some amazement that the hunting Phoenix butterfly he captured was the first in the insect catching conference, and the flying mantis, which usually can rank first as long as he received it, has become a foil at the moment.

Silent shook his head secretly. The staff of the insect catching conference made a gimmick to attract more contestants.

Even if you don't catch hunting butterflies, maybe a cocoon can win.

The first prize of this insect catching conference is a dark stone of good quality. In addition, there is no reason why I don't accept it silently.

Silent all night, he got up early from bed, packed his bags, quickly left the nature park and settled down in a nearby town.

With the help of the only stingy doctor in the town, Murdoch broke and reconnected the bent bone. Naturally, there was a lot of pain, but it passed after a little patience.

Back to the resident's home, Mo Yan sorted out the harvest of this period of time.

An ordinary talent, but a rare hunting butterfly in the city capital area, a quasi Uranus wave, a dark stone, thousands of cash and some insect repellent spray similar props.

After a little thought, Mo Yan had no intention of leaving EBO. Although the evolved Marsh King had good resistance, his rigid character was completely incompatible with Mo Yan.

In addition, wubo's water system talent is the quasi Heavenly King level, but the ground talent is only an ordinary level. In fact, the silent words with high vision are not very popular.

Finally, the middle-aged man is a member of the alliance, so the existence of UBO must also be recorded. Taking it out and using it is tantamount to self exposure.