Net King: God-level player

The above one army, it is difficult to defeat the smart light.

"One day later, this uncle will see the dead end of your Mach hair!"

The trace department is a bit uncomfortable, but it must also be admitted that Mah, the smoosome, the smoother, is indeed very strong.

"The more Issue of the Chief School, there is no second result at all."

The Yuehu gods looked at the smart moonlight on the court, secretly sighed.

"More Small Moonlight"

On the other hand, Dracova has some uncomfortable, "this guy serves, maybe my art tennis will have a way."

"You also said it is perhaps, the more you are the moon, not so easy to deal with it!"

Said, then looked down at the racket in the hand: "Dear, this time, get a victory with me."

at the same time.

Court on the court.

", The neon team is smart, Mao Li Shou Sanlang, score 1: 0!"

The sound of the referee sounded, and the high public announced.

"Neon !! Neon !! Team !!"

"More than the smart light !! More than the smart light !! More than the smart light !!"

Almost, the referee will come to the venue, and a sound of high-rise sounds came.

The first game, less solved less than two minutes.

This is the Mach of the Yue Yue Ling !! This result, the expression of Tristan and Dimodi is not a change.

The smoosome of Macho, I am really too strong !! The second game starts, exchange the right to send the ball and venues.

Tristan serve.

Standing on the bottom line serve, Tristein looks.

But very fast, his face appears

A smile.

"Ready, neon!"

!! One moment, Tristan arm, tennis flying out from his fingertips.

At the top of the tennis arrived in the air, Trishan did not hesitate, and immediately waved the racket.

"Paris Show !!"

In action, every move of Tristan is beautiful.

Boom !! The sound of the loud sound sounded, and the powerful power made the air pushed the air and rolled up a waves.

Hey! Next, tennis is like a stream, a beautiful curvature is drawn in the air.

Suddenly the audience is slightly turning.

"Regardless of

How many times, Tristan's tennis is really very good! "

"Just like a general, Tristan's tennis route, it should be idol tennis."

Some viewers can't help but say anything.

In the field.

"Secretary, come or come"

Mao Lishu Sanlang looked at the smart light.

"you."

The more smart, the smart, the smart, said.

Wen said, Mao Li Shou Sanlang showerped and shot, and his whole person closed his eyes.

Yes, close your eyes !! All the audience is stunned, what is doing! Not just the audience, even tennis reporters and referees are all stunned !! Neon teams.

"Ok"

The

Xingcun Jingshi, the expression of a few people in the true fields is slightly changed.

It is also from the players from the Hai Da, which is the most understanding of Maori Sanlang.

This state, could not be, Mao Li Shou Sanlang wants to enter his own depth sleep mode! Tight.

Stadium.

The incredible scene appeared at this moment.

That is, Mao Lishu Sanlang, he asleep !! Yes, on the court, under the public, Maori Sanlang fell asleep! "What is this?"

"It's just in the court, what is the player of the neon team?"

"Yeah, I want to sleep, I have to take a look at the occasion !!"

Some viewers are angry that can't help but sleep, I am thinking about what I am thinking, "Sleeping"

In the French team, plus, Trio, Draclowous and others were stunned.

Now Mao Li Shou Sanlang, it is actually sleeping on the court, and it is really asleep! "He is sleeping and sleeping!"

Tristan and Dimodi have seen a look at each other's eyes.

What is this, sleep on the court "However, he is sleeping, this kind, our opponent, only more than the smart light!"

Tristan said very quickly. "The victory of this game is completely the kid of the neon team personally gives us!" "The seniors are right."

Dimodi said tightly.

But the next moment, the expressions of their two people have changed.