I understand. I understand.

Don’t you understand it instantly?

Look at the evolved War Blood Lion King.

Are you envious? Do you want it? Well, then you know what it is!

Think about it, I still have to cling to Qiao Bai's thigh and beg Qiao Bai to continue his research.

It would be best if this evolutionary path could be promoted to other beastmasters in their Fourth Legion...

Zhao Yan, who needed help from others, saw the situation clearly and decisively shifted the target of the booing away from Qiao Bai and continued to roll up his sleeves.

Lin Wentian, who had clearly seen the PY transaction between Qiao Bai and Zhao Yan, asked: "?"

Good job.

Zhao Yan can also understand what people say, right?

Even read eyes.

Thinking of how much worry he had had for Zhao Yan and how much hair he had lost, Lin Wentian's fists hardened.

"hehe."

Lin Wentian sneered, looking at Zhao Yan with murderous eyes.

"All right."

"But before that, let's have a one-on-one duel."

Zhao Yan: “Ah?”

Zhao Yan was confused, not knowing why the commotion ended up targeting him.

"I think it's okay." Zhang Fanshan, who was watching the fun, nodded in agreement, looking like he was very supportive of Lin Wentian's idea.

Zhao Yan: “…I don’t think so.”

"It's not about what you think, it's about what I think." Lin Wentian directly rejected it.

soon.

Upon learning that the regiment commander and the deputy commander were going to have a battle, the soldiers gathered around them.

There were three layers of people inside and outside, and the training ground was almost bursting with people.

"The deputy leader's little lion beast evolved?"

"Fuck! So domineering!"

"This is the legendary aura of kingship emanating from the whole body!"

"Look here, look here! The deputy captain's evolved little lionmon is looking here! The look in his eyes is amazing!"

"Damn it! I can do it even if Professor Qiao Bai chooses me!"

"Those guys who are just occupying the toilet without doing anything have not evolved yet! They really let down Professor Qiao Bai's trust when he selected them!"

"Professor Qiao Bai, look at us! Choose us! We can do it too!"

The soldiers who gathered around were noisy.

After all, this is an activity time, and it is not as serious as the usual formation training. The overall atmosphere is relatively relaxed.

There was a constant buzz of discussion.

Most of them were discussing the little lion beast that Lin Wentian evolved into.

Expressing all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred, wishing to replace someone.

If it weren't for the mobile phone.

They were already starting to take photos crazily.

Don’t say that men have no desire to take photos or share them. It depends on the situation.

The mood when taking photos of being forced to pose for your girlfriend and when taking photos of catching a one-meter-long fish are definitely different.

The feeling they had now when they looked at the Battle Blood Lion King and wanted to take a photo was the latter.

However, in all the discussions, there was no doubt about one point -

What? Beat up the leader?

Okay, okay.

The deputy leader is awesome! Come on, deputy leader! You can do it! Qiao Bai: “…”

Qiao Bai looked at Zhao Yan and Lin Wentian who were fighting on the field, and his eyes were speechless. He had known for a long time that Zhao Yan was not very reliable, but how unreliable was his image to make so many people excitedly run over after learning that Lin Wentian was going to beat Zhao Yan up? Lin Wentian fought side by side with the Blood Lion King. He looked at the calm and composed Zhao Yan on the opposite side.

"Are you ready to be beaten by me?"

"Old Lin, you can't be too confident! You're talking big in front of so many people. What if I kill you by accident?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yan said with a serious and earnest expression: "Usually, our battles are 50-50, or more often 40-60. I'll take 60 and you..."

“Roar—”

Before Zhao Yan could finish his words, he was interrupted by the fighting roar of the evolved Blood Lion King.

Bah! Shameless! What's the point of a round-robin battle! "Lion." Zhao Yan touched his messed up hair and the faint saliva that seemed to be sprayed out by the hurricane brought by the roar of the Battle Blood Lion King (?).

Although he was not the beastmaster of the War Blood Lion King, Zhao Yan accurately responded to the War Blood Lion King's words due to his many years of experience in fighting.

"Tactics, these are all tactics, understand?"

"You can only blame your father for only having you. This is the downside of being an only child."

"But fortunately, you are grown up now. In a few days, your father can prepare for the second child."

Fighting Blood Lion King: "..."

Lin Wentian: “…”

Veins throbbing on the heads of the man and the lion.

hateful!

What is this guy talking about!

"Stop talking nonsense, or you'll get beaten!"

“Roar—!”

The voices of Lin Wentian and the Battle Blood Lion King rang out at the same time.

A lot of booing voices suddenly arose nearby.

"Take the beating, take the beating! Don't be a coward, Captain! Fight head-on!"

Qiao Bai and Zhang Fanshan stood side by side, looking at the lively scene, and couldn't help but be infected.

"What is Captain Zhao's pet?" Qiao Bai asked curiously.

Zhang Fanshan calmly introduced Qiao Bai:

"The captain has three pets, one speed leopard and two fighting blood lion kings. Although their strength is a little weaker than Lao Lin's little lion beast, the average strength of the three pets is also level seven. As long as it is not a 1vs1 battle, they are still very advantageous."

Qiao Bai discovered that these people in the legion did not seem to have very many contracted pets.

This hasn't even reached the threshold of a first-level beastmaster.

Although the average strength is very strong.

But in terms of requirements, a first-level beastmaster must contract at least four pets.

Thinking of this, Qiao Bai asked.

Hearing this, Zhang Fanshan took a look and there was a look in his eyes behind the lenses that Qiao Bai couldn't understand. The lenses flashed, and Qiao Bai couldn't see clearly because of the reflection.

“Human energy is limited.”

Zhang Fanshan explained to Qiao Bai.

"Professor Qiao Bai is very talented in pet research, and he is also very talented as a beastmaster. You should be able to feel that the more pets you have, the less time you can allocate to each pet."

"If the time for training and cultivation is not enough, the ability and strength will not be able to keep up."

"So the requirements for beastmasters in the army are slightly different from those outside."

In general, it would be - only look at the strongest! It is better to spend a little more time to train a pet, rather than evenly distribute the time to each pet every day.

"Generally speaking, we will only allow the beastmaster to contract the next pet when the pet's strength reaches the sixth level."

Level six...

Qiao Bai couldn't help but sigh subconsciously, this standard is quite high.

The strongest pet of a third-level beastmaster is only level six.

However, what Zhang Fanshan said is not without reason. The standards for training pets and requiring beastmasters to meet different goals are naturally different.

This request does not sound excessive, and it is more for the good of the beastmaster and the pet.

Qiao Bai nodded.

Thinking of Zhao Yan's three pets with an average strength of level seven, the little lion beasts he could use to fight Lin Wentian in a round-robin battle...

Forehead.

That may not work now.

Two.

Thinking of the innate skills of the Battle Blood Lion King... Qiao Bai was hesitant to speak.

After opening his mouth, Qiao Bai said nothing in the end.

Qiao Bai felt that no matter how much he said, it would not be as practical as letting them see and observe with their own eyes.

Then……

"Come out and fight the Blood Lion King!"

Zhao Yan struck a handsome pose with one hand on his waist and one pointing to the sky, releasing a fighting blood lion king from the beast-controlling space in his spiritual sea.

Next second.

“Ouch—”

The War Blood Lion King, who was more than a circle smaller than the evolved War Blood Lion King, had no intention of fighting and lay obediently on the ground like a stone lion statue.

Zhao Yan: “?”

All kinds of cheering and dancing soldiers: "?"

What happened? "...Huh?"

Zhao Yan also blinked, looking confused.

"Fight the Blood Lion King!"

"See? That's your opponent, Shishi! Don't you remember the Shishi you beat up since he was a kid?"

Hearing Zhao Yan's words, his War Blood Lion King showed no expression.

Instead, the War Blood Lion King on the opposite side rubbed his claws and stared at Zhao Yan with an unfriendly face.

Fighting the Blood Lion King: Playing badly.jpg I can't beat him, not even a little bit.

“Tsk!”

Zhao Yan smacked his lips in displeasure, and then released another fighting blood lion king.

Similar scenes were repeated.

Two war blood lion kings were crawling on Zhao Yan's left and right, like two guarding lions at the gate of a mansion.

That's so steady.

As still as a mountain.

No matter how Zhao Yan urged them, they didn't move.

“Roar—”

At this moment, Lin Wentian's Battle Blood Lion King roared again - listen to me, beat him! The two Battle Blood Lion Kings: "..."

I'm afraid you are making things difficult for us.jpg On the one hand, the bloodline has been awakened.

An emperor that suppresses them all in both ability and strength.

On one side is the beastmaster.

Give up.

It's a mess.

Whatever happens to me.

The two war blood lion kings lowered their heads, covered their ears with their claws with difficulty, and buried their heads tightly in their forelimbs.

Pretend you can't see or hear anything.

Zhao Yan, who suddenly lost two reliable fighting partners: "..."

"Ah... that is to say... this..."

Zhao Yan's voice was a little halting.

Looking at the situation of his own battle with the Blood Lion King, and then looking at the evolved little lion beast on the opposite side that was ready to fight in his direction, Zhao Yan finally realized that the development of things seemed to be not going well.

The evolved Little Lionmon seems to have an overwhelming advantage over the War Blood Lion King of the same species.

Zhao Yan had only heard of this situation in some extraordinary creatures with dragon attributes.

This evolutionary form newly researched by the Blood Lion King and Qiao Bai...

"Captain, your two pets can't fight, don't you still have one?"

Before Zhao Yan could figure out what was going on, Lin Wentian's devilish voice rang out on the training ground.

Thinking that he only had the low-level strength of the seventh level and had no teammates to help him consume his energy, and could only fight the Jaguar alone, Zhao Yan finally began to sweat profusely.

"Lao Lin, looking at this situation, I think we can still discuss it."

As he spoke, a bitter taste appeared in Zhao Yan's mouth.

Why.

Level 7 vs. Level 8, isn't that too difficult for him? "I promised you that I would definitely not let you get away if I let you get beaten today." Lin Wentian smiled calmly, not wanting to leave Zhao Yan any chance of survival.

Zhao Yan: “…”

OK.

There's really no way to escape this beating.

After being shocked by the suppressive blood of the Battle Blood Lion King, the people nearby quickly came back to their senses from their silence, and became even more excited.

This evolutionary route is so strong!

They want it too! They might be able to use it too!

Who wouldn't be excited? What? Still want something? That's not a big deal!

As long as there is hope, they will charge! "Hahaha! You deserve this, Captain!"

"Deputy Captain, charge!"

"Lion charge! Today is your home court!"

…

"Senior Cheng."

Cheng Liang received a call from a foreign number. He looked a little confused when he picked up the phone. But when he heard the voice and the other party's address, Cheng Liang reacted instantly.

"It's you, An Xuemei! What's the matter with calling me?"

"Well... Senior, you said last time that there have been quite a lot of changes in the country, right?"

Cheng Liang was stunned when he heard this.

Hmm? Why does this sound a bit... "School girl, do you want to go back to your country?!"

There was a hint of surprise in Cheng Liang's surprised voice.

Xuemei An's full name is An Qing. She is one grade younger than Cheng Liang, but she is four years younger than Cheng Liang. She is a well-known little genius in the school.

Before graduating, An Qing had already received internship invitations from several top laboratories.

The last time Cheng Liang called those international students, An Qing was among them, but the other party didn't say much throughout the process, and Cheng Liang didn't think An Qing would choose to come back.

Stay in Bulu country.

It is visible to the naked eye.

It has been favored by major top laboratories.

The future and financial prospects are bright.

The most important thing is that her relationship with her parents is very bad, very bad, so bad that outsiders don't recommend her to go back.

Cheng Liang had thought about persuading one or two classmates to come back and join Qiao Bai's research institute with him, but the candidate of An Qing... Cheng Liang had never even thought of it.

“Yes, I have this idea.”

Unexpectedly, An Qing himself came up with this idea.

"ah……"

Cheng Liang opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

It could be An Qing’s poor family background and parents and brothers, or it could be An Qing’s bright future...Finally, Cheng Liang sighed.

"The changes in China are indeed huge. I think it is better and more worthwhile for me to come back to develop myself than to stay."

"You won't regret it when you come back and learn about the changes in this school year in China."

"But you have to think it through."

At the end, Cheng Liang couldn't help but add this sentence.

"Thank you, Senior Cheng. I am indeed a little hesitant, but I probably still want to return to my homeland... I'm thinking about it."

The two chatted for a few more sentences before hanging up the phone.

An Qing stood at the door of the psychological clinic for a while, as if thinking about something, and finally left without looking back.

(End of this chapter)