Chapter 739

Chen Xiaodong couldn't find the answer.

Because he didn't know that sometimes, the carnival of a group of people would make the incompatible person even more lonely.

The first leg of the Easter.

This day means the last chance for all the team members of the Imperial League.

The boy was skating on his skateboard, passing the long alley like the wind.

Outside the arena, fans are already looking forward to it.

The cheers that can be heard are not lower than those in the semifinals.

Because, everyone knows that this year's resurrection match has the Emperor League!

More than that.

What makes the fans even more excited is that that person is back!

Swish!

The door was pulled open.

The first thing that catches the eye is the pure black battle uniform, which is blown by the wind.

Many girl fans couldn't help covering their mouths.

Some media once said that the effect of Qin Mo's appearance is no less than that of a first-line superstar.

This time even worse.

He stood regularly in front of the car, with a tall and straight figure, a handsome profile, and a white bandage wrapped around his left hand, spreading like a thousand-layered flower petals, and he was indifferent and careless.

The word Dimeng fluttered in the wind like flying dragons and phoenixes.

Some teams nearby looked at it and found that it is not easy for them to win this time.

Because Qin Mo is back. '

Qin Mo's return brought some teams that didn't have to participate in the rematch to come, but they sat in the audience seats, just to see how good Qin Mo can be after healed his hand.

In the lounge.

Lin Feng bent down and tied his shoelaces, and then raised his hand, and put his arm on Yunhu's shoulder naturally: "Are you worried?"

"How could it be?" Yunhu tilted his head, the corners of his mouth still showing arrogance.

The two are wearing the same combat uniform, and when they stand together, they will always match each other in a special way.

In fact, the resurrection test is not purely technical, but the ability to withstand pressure and physical strength of the team members.

That's right, physical strength.

High-intensity series.

Five consecutive games a day.

No matter what, a game should last more than two hours.

This kind of intensity is a kind of training for the eyes of the contestants themselves, not to mention the consideration of tactics and how to restore hand speed.

Each team has to measure the physical fitness and endurance of its players, and then arrange the order of appearance.

It is different from other teams talking about a lot of strategies.

With a cigarette between his slender fingers, Qin Mo looked handsome like a star player: "Quick battle, no time consuming."

No more, no less, eight characters.

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows, turned his head to look down at Bo Jiu who was wearing a battle uniform, and said, "Little Spade, the translation of the captain's sentence means, don't talk too much, just do it."

"I also think it's better to win faster." The young man raised his eyes, his porcelain white tiger teeth were holding the zipper, and he tore it, and the uniform was put on, but the evil smile on his mouth did not retreat: "Otherwise, how can we show our level. "

Lin Feng let out a hey, these two people are really in the same way, very shameless.

Also consider how other teams feel.

People are still discussing strategies, these two people are actually thinking about how to save the game time.

"Yu, you kill people so fast, sister Yao and baby monk can't keep up." Lin Feng opened a bottle of water and winked at Bo Jiu.

Bo Jiu looked back, smiled, and didn't say much, just rolled up the cuffs of his battle uniform at one elbow, held a lollipop in his mouth, and stretched his legs calmly, in a loose and unrestrained manner.

"It's almost time." Yin Wuyao leaned against the wall, raised his hand and glanced at the time on his watch.