Five Hundred and Forty-Two: Deathly Arrogant VS Barbarian

Estelle decided to participate in the competition on the spur of the moment. He didn't know that he needed to register online to participate. Carrying a schoolbag filled with roasted potatoes and roasted sweet potatoes, he went to the Devil's Cave alone.

That day, there were more than 200,000 beast masters near the Demonic Cave. Estelle was among them, and no one noticed that there was an extra night elf here.

Estelle stood on the top of the mountain with other beast masters at the Demon Cave. When he saw that the man who was as handsome as a god dropped all the beast masters into the Demon Cave but spared him alone, he At that time, I felt extremely disappointed, thinking that the night elves were not qualified to compete.

Perhaps he was too ugly, so ugly that no one could ignore his presence. The handsome man who looked like an immortal noticed his presence, and raised his eyebrows and asked him in Elvish language: "Who are you?"

Estelle heard those light elves discussing this person's identity privately.

It is said that he is the great national master of Shenyue Kingdom and an imperial master with very advanced cultivation. He seems to be the chief principal of Holy Spirit Academy.

When questioned by the Grand Master, Estelle looked nervous. He stammered, "I am, I am Estelle."

The Grand Master noticed that he was not wearing a survival ring on his hand and asked: "Are you going to participate in the competition? How old are you this year?"

Estelle said: "28 years old."

"Where's your cultivation?"

Estelle was stunned for a moment, then shook her head honestly and said, "I don't know what kind of cultivation I am." Very few night elves can awaken the beast state, because their status is humble and they live in poverty. There isn't even a decent school in the north, let alone a beast master academy.

Estelle, who has not received formal education as a beast master, has no idea what kind of cultivation she is.

He thought for a while and added very seriously: "I can kill five Lulu beasts in one breath."

Mo Xiao: "..."

Good guy, here comes a contestant who can’t even figure out his own cultivation level.

Lurumon is a unique species of monsters in the Bright Sea. It is a level four monster. They usually eat vegetarian food, but they will eat people when they are very hungry. They are a ferocious monster.

The opponent could kill 5 Lulu beasts in one breath, so he must have a few brushes.

Mo Xiao suddenly pushed him, and Estelle subconsciously resisted with both hands. At that moment, two halos of spiritual power appeared on his head. Mo Xiao stared at the halo above his head with clarity in his eyes.

Mo Xiao told him: "You are Junshi." Mo Xiao could tell at a glance how humble Estelle was born. It was very special for an elf like him to have the cultivation of Junshi at the age of 28. A rare thing.

Mo Xiao felt some compassion for Estelle and made an exception by giving him a survival ring. "I hope your performance will be worthy of the exception I made." After that, Mo Xiao pressed his finger lightly, and Estelle was pushed into the Demon Cave by an extremely powerful force and entered the Doomsday battlefield.

After recalling this past event, Estelle was extremely grateful for the help the Grand Master had given him.

He thought: If I become successful in the future, I must send the most expensive phone to the Great Master’s family as a token of my gratitude.

The phone is a very luxurious electronic product for the villages where the night elves live. Estelle thought that since there was no telephone in her hometown, there were no telephones in the whole world.

His idea was very innocent and simple. He wanted to use his own hands to earn a state-of-the-art phone and give it to the Grand Master whom he respected and was most grateful to.

At this time, Estelle found herself in a square with a huge statue standing on it. The statue had a pair of holy white wings, and he looked like an angel had descended.

Estelle stared at the angel, fascinated.

At this moment, Estelle heard a cold and noble voice saying from the side: "He is the most powerful war god of the elves, Moldo, and we all respectfully call him the Elf King."

Hearing this, Estelle turned to look to her right side in surprise, and saw a bright elf with blond hair over her shoulders standing on her right side. The white wings were meekly hidden behind the light elf. His side face faced Estelle, and the outline of his eyebrows, nose, and lips were all exquisite and perfect.

Estelle and the old carpenters who are the best at carving in the village cannot carve such a beautiful appearance as the man in front of them.

Estelle swore to God that in all his years of living, this was the first time he had met such a beautiful elf.

He is more than a thousand or ten thousand times more beautiful than Kasuo's daughter-in-law from the next village!

Estelle's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

If he is brought back to the village, he will definitely crush Kasuo's wife in the next village!

Donor noticed that the other person had been looking at his face blankly. He frowned slightly, pretended to be angry, and asked the other person fiercely: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen anyone good-looking?"

Unexpectedly, Estelle actually nodded her head obediently.

Donor: "..."

Depend on.

Who is this person who came out of nowhere to be so, so discerning!

Donor clicked his tongue, and suddenly handed a shirt hanging on his right arm to Estelle, and said impatiently: "There is a trash can over there, please help me throw out the trash."

Estelle took the shirt and felt the soft and delicate touch of the shirt's tentacles, her eyes filled with love and reluctance. This shirt looked very soft and precious at first glance. Estelle had never touched such good clothes in her life.

"You don't want such fine clothes?" City people are indeed extravagant.

Donor looked at the golden sea of ​​light in the distance and said indifferently: "Well, red wine was spilled on it. I never wear dirty clothes."

Estelle doesn't know what red wine is.

There is no such thing as high-end in their village.

Estelle picked up the shirt and took a look, and found that there was indeed some red stuff on the hem of the shirt.

Although the shirt is dirty, it can definitely be worn for a few more years.

Astor lowered his head, hiding his crimson cheeks, and asked in a very soft voice: "Since you don't want to take this dress, can you give it to me?"

Donore rolled his eyes in feigned disgust, and said the most compromising answer in the most ferocious tone: "I'll give it to you if you want it."

Estelle smiled. "Thank you, thank you."

Donor stared at Estelle deeply, and suddenly asked: "Don't you know me?" In this sea of ​​light, there are still people who don't know him, Prince Donor?

Estelle was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said: "I don't know him." After a pause, he asked again: "Should I know him?" He did know His Royal Highness the King on the coin.

Donore said with an unpredictable expression: "You haven't seen me on TV?"

Estelle immediately showed a sad and lonely expression. He shook his head and said, "There is no TV in our village yet."

Donor: "..."

The night elves are indeed a group of backward barbarians!