The infinite journey starting from Net King

You can search for "Unlimited Tour Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" started from the network "in Baidu!

"Haixun, Tiantian, how come you?" Mao Lishu Sanlang, which was opened, looked at Xingcun, and others asked.

"We listen to the coach, Mao Li predecessors, you have received the invitation to the U-17 training camp in advance, so everyone will give our seniors to congratulate gifts!" The face of Haixun exposed a mild smile. "This is a little bit of everyone in our tennis!"

Maori Sanlang is also in the list of the preceding summons prepared by the black.

Because the U-17 is called in advance, Mao Li Shou Sanlang directly got the qualifications of the promotion, and there was no last semester in the last semester of the sea.

"Thank you, Xingcun, Tiantian." Mao Li Shou Sanlang took a gift box that Haixun is handed over.

"Mao Li predecessors, I wish you Wu Yun Changlong!" Zhenfei Strings seriously gave birth to Maori Sanlang.

"Thank you, Tiantian."

"Right, Haixun, Tri! Next year, the national contest, you must refuel!" Mao Lishu Sanlang said seriously. "I will cheer you!"

"Reassured, Maori predecessors! Next year, we will win!"

"So, you will say this!" Mao Li Shou Sanlang took the arm of Haixun.

......

"Is this the training camp of U-17?" 20 of the twentieth binches of Mao Li Shou Sanglang, and some shocking facilities in front of the training facilities in front of them.

After all, the U-17 training camp can be compared to any one of the schools.

"Welcome everyone to come to the U-17 training camp, I am your tactical coach's black, I know that all the games present are the top of the country, but you are all new people here, so I hope that you can get out of your arrogance, after all, is more powerful than you than you! "

When I heard the black, these students who were recruited in advance were in a strange silence.

The strongest player, even if the strength of Maori Sanlang, the strongest Puri Sanlang, the stronger of the contenders, can not accept this name.

Qingxue's feather bamboo leaves, handcuffs Guoguang, not two weeks; the love of the Ice Diwu; the mountain blowing Yubijin Ren; Li Hai Dafa's lucky Village ... Which of these players are not a monster level player.

"Okay, now you have completed the original five-dimensional test with Saoto coach!" The black part quickly thought of why Maori Sanlang and others would fall into silence, after all, U-17 is the current No.1. It is a country.

"Let's come with me!" The hands of the hands of the pockets and said, while got the test center.

"Yes!" At this time, Maori Sanlang and others barely played the spirit.

In the training ground.

"What is going on, why do you have so many seniors of so many training camps here?" Mao Li Shou Sanlang, who is doing the body, looks at the predecessors of the test site, and I think about it.

After completing the test.

"The data of these little ghosts and the feathers are far away!" Looking at the side of the hand, Saito is somewhat lamented.

"The players like the feathers can have one, and if you want to have a few!" The black is shaken by the husband. "However, in this player, there are also some good seedlings, just like Maori Sanlang, his body side data has been unlimited close to the five-dimensional data of the 5th player, if the training is trained again There is a big opportunity to become a member of the team. "

"Well, what is it too!" Saito laughed. "I blame the little ghost, pull our expectation value too high!"

......

"Maori, you have received the invitation letter from the U-17!"

"Hahaha, after all, gross profit is our original ace, how can I receive U-17 invitation?"

"Pingpei, the original predecessors! Do you have joined U-17?" Looking at the peace and the original Zhei, Mao Lishu Sanlang said something surprised.

How did Maori Sanlang think that there will be two people in goodness here.

"Hello, feed, Maori, you can't look down on us?" The original grievous arm directly hooked the neck of Maori Sanlang, and said. "What's more, we can also be the triumph of the four Temple!"

"I, I am wrong, flat forehead!" Mao Lishu Sanlang took the original Zhe's arm, and said that his breathing did not speak.

"Look, you are wrong, then I am very compassionate!" After listening to Mao Li Shou Sanlang, the original species also released their arm.

"That flat, just on the body side, why there will be some verses of so many training camps." Mao Li Shou Sanlang made his own question.

"This is what the monster of youth is caused!" The face of the face showed a bitter smile.

Still in the country, the bamboo leaves have become NO.1 of the U-17 training camp, but they are still staying at the 3rd courses.

"Qing Dynasty's monster!" Mao Li Shou Sanlang's eyes suddenly became sharp. "Pingpei, what are you talking about?"

Qingxue's players can almost be said to be a monster, but when mentioning the monster of the Qing Dynasty, Mao Lishi Sanlang thought that it was a feather bamboo leaves.

"In addition to the little ghost, who else?" The original species did not say good.

"Yusheng actually entered U-17? However, joining U-17 is justified by the strength of the feathers!" I don't know why, after I heard the original species, Mao Li Shou Sanlang's heart suddenly became a lucky city. A breath.

"Mao Lei, you know why you will be called in advance?"

"Why? Original predecessors."

"Because the feathers have done through the entire U-17, the feathers are now NO.1 in our U-17, so the coaches will be joined in advance." The original species also said.

"One person smashes throughout the training camp!" Mao Li Shou Sanlang did not believe it.

Although I haven't seen the strength of U-17 other seniors, it is only two people in front of the peace. How power can be imagined to imagine other players from the U-17 training camp.

"Yes, it is precisely because of the feathers, so the entire U-17 players are staring at your country!" Zhezhe also means a deep long.

"Mao Lei, in the days of U-17, but far more difficult than you think!" Ping Zhe also took a look at Mao Lishi Sanlang's shoulder.

"Right, Maori, black coach points you to that stadium?"

"No. 5 Stadium." Mao Li Shou Sanlang is old and the real reply.

"No. 5 Stadium? It seems that the black coach is very optimistic, Mao Lei!" The two of the goodness said some emotions, and the two have joined U-17, but they were separated from the 12th course.

"However, I was divided into No. 5 stadium. For you, I don't know if I have a good thing, or a bad thing, after all, the goalkeeper of the stadium can be a ghost predecessor!" The original should also said slowly.

Although the ghost Ten Lang has already won the medal of NO.3, but because the expedition has ended, the ghost ten la la is still in the 5th course, and it will replace the Great and You Da becomes the panel of the 10th. Dechuan and also promoted from the 6th course to the 3rd course and became the panel of the 3rd course.

"Ghost seniors?"

"Yes, the predecessors are the third player in U-17, and the relationship with the feather is quite good? It is because of this reason, the ghost predecessors are the biggest for you!" Mao Lishu Sanlang Cop Road.

Have to say, this is the benefits of predecessors.

Other selected national students have also been pulled by their school's predecessors to a science that they need to pay attention to in the training camp.

"Is the ghost predecessor ranked No.3?" Mao Li Shou Sanlang's eyes burned the flame.

Through the ghost ten times, they may be able to see the real gap between themselves and the feather bamboo leaves.

......

In the afternoon, Mao Lishu Sanlang went to the 5th racket.

"Little ghost, are you a black coach to arrange the newcomers in our stadium?" The ghost ten times and Lang looked at Mao Li Shou Sanlang.

"Yes, ghost predecessors!" Mao Lishu Sanlang replied.

In the morning, it has described Ghost Ten Lang to Mao Lishi Sanlang.

"In this case, then I will play a game with me! Little ghost!" The ghost ten lancunned mouth and laughed.

"Yes, ghost predecessors!" Mao Li Shou Sanlang did not hesitate to agree, this is also a scene that Maori Sanlang hopped.

"Nice eyes, little ghost! I hope you can give me some surprises like a feathers!" The ghost ten times praised.

"Is the ghost to shoot so soon?"

"Who let the feathers are also a country in a country?"

"You said that this little ghost will not be the same as the feathers!"

"What is joke, like the little ghost, how can there be a second!"

Other high school students on the 5th course are whispering.

......

"Ghost seniors, your racket?" Looking at the racket of the opposite ghosts, the racket of the two balls, Mao Lishu Sanlang said.

Although the ghost ten lang is the player of the team No.3, it is unpredictable to use this racket!

"Little ghost, the ghost boss, he has always used this racket." I have a ghost ten times, and other high school students explain.

"Little ghost, if your strength is strong enough, the ghost boss will change the normal racket."

"Come on! Little ghost, we are very optimistic!"

"Is this the test of entry?" After hearing the high school students, Maori Sanlang stared at the ghost ten ladies.

"In this case, then I will not be welcome!" Holding the tennis Mao Lishi Sanlang, the body broke out in the body, and the rack in his hand suddenly waved. The tennis turned into a golden meteor toward the ghost ten times Fly over.

"Thousands of hammers is the limit!" Looking at the light of Mao Lishu Sanlang, the ghost ten times laughed. "Little ghost, you have given me a big surprise!"

"However, you are still too tender!" Although the racket only has two ball lines, but the ghost ten la la is still easy to pay back the hair of Maori Sanlang.

boom!

With the collision of the racket and tennis, a huge roar sounds through the entire course, the tennis is like a meteorite, and the past is in the past.

"Heavy! Although it is just a normal ackoon, this kind of power is simply terrible than the power of the feathers. This is the strength of No.3!" When holding the ghost ten times, Mao Li Shou Sanlang felt himself. It seems that I have hit the front of a train, and the racket will go out.

However, Maori Sanlang, or hard to hold this ball back.

"Hahaha, good, little ghost, then try again, this is good!" The racket in the hands of the ghosts like a war ax in the hike, and the tennis instant.

The tennis rosted the side of Maori Sanlang, bombarded on the court, and pulled a deep pothole.

Looking at this scene in front of the scene, Ma Li Shou Sanlang has fallen into the silence, and the attack of the ghosts, and even can't see it. Don't say a coming.

"Why don't you talk! Little ghost!" The ghost ten times asked with Mao Li Shou Sanlang with the racket. "It won't be scared by my ball!"

"Call!" Mao Li Shou Sanlang took a deep breath.

After seeing the ball of the Ghost Ten Lang, Mao Li Shou Sanlang is profound understanding how huge gaps and ghost ten gaps.

"String!" With the serve of Maori Sanlang.

The tennis rosted a arc in the air, falling on the feet of the ghost, playing the tennis playing directly through the body of the ghost ten la carte.

After deeply feeling that the gap between the ghosts and the ghosts, Mao Lishu Sanlang is preparing to divide the victory in the skill.

"I have to do it!" But I haven't waited Mao Lishu Sanlang. The ghost ten lang's figure appeared in front of tennis, and the racket directly blocked this ball.

boom!

Tennis is like a shell, in an instant explosion in the foot of Maori Sanlang, gravel.

"Little ghost, you are still far! This kind of lightly serve, even if it is one thousand times, there is no use!"

Laughing ghost ten launches in the eyes of Maori Sanlang, just like a magic.

......

"The game is over, the ghost ten launches will win, score 6: 0!"

Until the end of the game, Maori Sanlang did not let the ghost ten grooms into normal rackets.

"Little ghost, you can stay in my 5th course." He looked at the front of the grievances that stand on the court on the court, and the ghost ten times said.

Although Mao Li Shou Sanlang's strength is weak, this perseverance is enough to let the ghost ten times look at them.

"This is the strength of U-17NO.3, then the strength of the feathers will be horrible to have a horror!" When he heard the ghost ten launches, Mao Li Shou Sanlang finally became coma.

"Send this little ghost to the medical room!"

"Yes, the ghost boss!" After hearing the ghost ten launches, the high school students on the side quickly sent Mao Li Shou Sanlang to the medical room.

Today's U-17 training camp's medical room is particularly lively, and there is a non-fallen all of the 20 countries that have been reported to report into the medical room.

On the first day of the report, the ghosts gave these predecessors left a uninexpected memory of Maori Shou Shou, and they also made them clearly realized how terrible of the feather bamboo leaves.