"After all, these ten 1v1 games are for us to see“

The voice calling for cold is particularly heavy on such an occasion.

The people in the light and shadow Department twisted their eyebrows. The handsome face was raised slightly, and the line of sight fell again. The whole eyes had been occupied by the pictures on the screen.

He is watching, not as careless as before.

But standing there quietly, motionless, eyes deep.

Zhao sanpang standing next to him looked at Feng Yi not far away. They were all refined foxes. Naturally, they could see what each other was thinking.

This friendly match is either destroyed or reborn for the current situation of the team.

The little one is fighting with all his family assets.

Zhao sanpang sighed. Thinking about the situation of public opinion, his smiling face became murderous.

If you were here, the Huaxia team would be folded.

All the mistakes will be put on the little one.

After all, she promised the friendly match.

It\'s spelling. It\'s a little mean.

Little one, this is clearly gambling, gambling on a possibility.

Even if the possibility is very small, only in this way can the children standing here know that international competitions can not be based on domestic competition experience.

If you want to win, you need more things, one of which is... Don\'t take who as God!

Shua!

The observation screen in the training room suddenly lights up!

In this position, you can clearly see the pictures of Mobei and Zai.

Similarly, they all choose the road of confrontation, even the same hero!

Zai\'s eyes were bright at this time. He waved a knife and swept into the grass!

The people of the H national team are shouting: "Wow! Yes, brother Zai is the best!"

"Although the bey God is powerful, he despises the enemy too much. He doesn\'t do any investigation. He chooses other heroes to fight against the road heroes. Maybe there are others. I don\'t think the bey God can hold up with brother Zai“

"Didn\'t the coach say that five minutes is enough, because bey\'s hand seems to have just finished the operation. He can only play for five minutes to win or lose“

"Five minutes? If you have enough time, how about one tower and one blood on both sides?"

"Well... Anyway, bey God won more than 8 games, and we\'ll fight with them."

"In other words, bey God must kill brother Zai or pull up a tower within 5 minutes? Otherwise, it will not be a win“

"Yes“

"That bey God has no hope. Who doesn\'t know that brother Zai is particularly cruel to fight this hero, not to mention being demolished. He can wear it all the way."

"Bey God ignored brother Zai\'s information too much. What he banned was the meat tank that brother Zai used to practice his hands. Brother Zai was really powerful, but she let it out."

"What else can stop brother Zai? No."

The sound of communication came one after another.

As a person who has always regarded Zai as a learning object, Teng Hui knows what they say best.

It is said that there is a golden Buddha on the road of the H national team. No matter how other roads change, the only way to fight will never be broken.

Zai can\'t lose blood.

Over time, it has been known as the strongest meat tan.

But I\'ll understand it only after I really study it.

Zai fought against the road in the early stage, not with meat tanks, but with soldiers.

Two long knives, invincible!

He played routan because no one could attack him against the road for so many years.

In fact, what he is really good at is the single soldier!

Bey let the hero out to fight 1v1... Teng Hui clenched his hand and looked into Mo Bei\'s eyes full of worry