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"Next, the double-playing competition is made by the Youth Academy of Jujie, the river, the river, the Battle of Bigjia Middle School, and the enlightenment group!" The referee was announced.

"Alon, explode them as soon as possible!" Said that the bamboo leaves on the chair said faintly.

"Yes!" The river village headdown.

"It's really arrogant! Qing Dynasty!" Mado Yongshi Lang did not look at the bamboo leaves. "I want to defeat them, they are not so easy!"

"Let them see it, we are the strength of Jia Middle School! Ping ancient court, knowing wide!"

"Reassured, wooden hand, can we not be Tianren, will lose to the furd kid ..." said the ancient scene.

"What do you say!" Tian Rongzhi Hui was violently starred in the ancient scene, and he can't wait to give a big explosion in the Baigufu now!

"Tianren, the person lost, you should lose, you will look at our performances well under the scene!" Ping ancient scene shot the face of Tian Rong Zhihui.

"you……"

"Tianren!" Just when Tian Rino is ready to do it, the wood hand Yongshi Lang directly pinched the arm of Tian Rongzhihui. "There is nothing wrong with the Ping ancient field, and the person who is lost, there should be a look!"

Looking at the Wooden Hand Yong Silang's cold eyes, Tian Rongzhi Hui is like a discivous balloon, and it will be sluggish.

The title of Wooden Man Yong Silang killer, but not only for the opponent, even the companion, if it is contrary to the rules of the wooden hand Yongshi Lang, the wood hand Yongshi Lang will not hesitate to shoot!

"One game, winning by youth, serve!"

With the river villages, four people stepped into the stadium, the two-playing game was also officially started.

"Burning the serve!" After the river village was gently throwing, the arm was suddenly waved!

boom!

With a roar, tennis rosted a sharp arc in the air, and went towards the birds!

The tennis returned to the stadium behind the flat ancient scene, flying out of the field.

"Youth Academy score, score 15: 0!"

"Hey, feed, not! This kind of serve!" The face of the face of the Pinggu Square and the enlightenment group changed, and the power of the river in the river is far more than their imagination.

"Burning the serve!"

"Youth Academy score, score 30: 0!"

"Burning the serve!"

"Youth Academy score, score 40: 0!"

"Burning the serve!"

"Youth Academy wins, total score 1: 0! Youth Academy leads!"

With the burn of burning, the river, the river, the river, the four ACE balls, took the lead in winning the victory of the first game.

"Strong! White stone I also want to play with this guy!" Yuanshan Jin Taro's eyes stared sharply at the river.

"Xiaojin, did you still want to have a few proud games before?" Said the white stone Tibetan.

"I changed my mind! This guy's strength is stronger than the guy before." Yuanshan Jinteng said. "Since it is necessary to play, of course, it will be hit with the strongest people!"

"Small gold, the strongest people in the Qing Dynasty can have not played yet!" White stone tibble turned his gaze to the feather bamboo leaves sitting in the seating area.

......

"By Bijia Middle School!"

"The guy of evil, youth!" Ping ancient scenes looked at the river in the river, but when prepared to serve, it was noted that the eyelix number of the ethnasic women's fine coaches made.

"Coach, I can't wait!" The foot of the ancient scene reveals a vicious smile, and the racket in the hand pumped the tennis.

Tennis with whistling, directly rushing to the face of dry !

However, it is also good to react in time, and put the rack in a timely manner, block the tennis!

"The tee mistake! Re-serve!" After the referee announced, he left, and he said seriously to the Ping ancient scene. "Classmates, your serve is very dangerous!"

"Sorry, sorry, I am too nervous, so I am too nervous, so I am very busy with the player!"

Although the flat ancient scenes are deliberately rushing to the face of dry chastity, but how can it be said so.

"Then pay attention!" After the referee repeatedly, he returned to the referee chair.

After all, there is no evidence that the ancient scene is to rush, and the ancient scene is also good.

However, how can the Ping ancient scenes can deceive the referee, and how can I defraud it to the feather bamboo leaves?

"That habits are just rushing at Diqi!" Not two weeks helped the original squint eyes opened, for the practice of Middle School, even when it was warm, such as water, not two weeks.

This is like this, not to say, don't say, the feather bamboo leaves!

"Alon, give me a lot of money!" Yu Shengzhu Ye shouted.

The feather bamboo leaves are ready to entertain the players who are better than those in the back game!

"Yes!" The river Village has cleared the ball in his hand, no need for the bamboo leaves, the river, the river, will also explode a flat ancient scene!

"Hello, what do you do so? Just me just a tee!" Ping ancient sites continued to provoke two people in the river village.

Ping ancient scenes shot tennis, struggling to wavily waving rackets in his hand.

Since it has just been displayed once, this time, this ancient scene has not continued to use the servant who is going to hurt!

"The fifty-style wild fluctuation ball!"

In an instant of tennis, the arm of the river in the river bully turned highfully, faintly filled with red color, and the racket was in an instant, and the tennis didn't seem like a burst of meteorite. A horrible gas stream is brought in the air.

boom!

"What is this?" I sent a horror shout in the mouth of the Ping ancient scene.

In the eyes of the ancient scene, it is not tennis in the eyes, but an angry brown bear!

boom!

The brown bears of the barbaric sprint were like a chariot, and the evils hit the footstead, and they directly hit the Pinggui to fly a few meters away!

With the landing of the stuff, this course has fallen into the quietness of terror.

"Youth Academy score, score 15: 0!" The referee was shocked.

"Tennis is tennis! If you dare to get a bad mind, this guy is your end!" One goal flew out the River Village of Pingguang, and stared at the wooden hand Yongshiro, hegemony shouted. "You guys! Listen to it!"

"Qingxue! Qingxue! Qingxue!"

"Evaluating! Grip! Wrath!"

With the overbearing declaration of River Village, the entire venue sounded in a huge cheer.

"Long Jun's volatility is not on my one hundred wave!" Shi Tian silver complicated.

"Is this really Alon? Will it be a jam?" Chrysanthemum Yingqi did not believe in the river village.

In the eye of Jiegu, I'm so honest and honest, how can I say such an overbearing?

"Because Alon he is really angry! Honest people are angry, but the most terrible!" Dashi Xiuyi Lang explained. "So English II, you can not jeopardize Alon in the future!"

"I know!" Kani Pill said whispered.

If the river Village will also give himself such a way of wave play, Chrysanthemum Yingqi can't stand it.

......

Under the river volatility of the river, the two people did not dare to continue to use.

Then, it was easily sent by the fluctuations in the river village!

"Youth Academy wins, score 6: 0, total score 2: 0! Youth Academy leads!"

"The next thing to do is the game No. 2, from the Youth Academy of Academy to help the Battle Jia Middle School, Jiafu Yuro!"

"The game is over, youth academies are not winning, score 6: 0, total score 3: 0! Youth Academy leads!"

Although the Qing Dynasty has been won, but because the national contest is full of five games, even if you have won the game, the double-play one and the single-play one will still need to continue!

"The next thing to do is the double-one game, from the Youth Academy of Dashi Xiu Xiulang, Xiang Ji Yingqi Battle Bijia Middle School New Yahao, I don't know the fire!"

"The game is over, the youth academy wins, score 6: 0, total score 4: 0! Youth Academy leads!"

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"Damn!" Wooden Hand Yongshi Lang uncomfortably looked at the feather bamboo leaves, etc. Original Wood Hand Yongshiiro also wants to defeat the younger, starting the name of Bejia Middle School, but how can I have learned it so much to be awarded 4: 0, and all the scores of all competitions are still 6: 0, and their ambitions before they are now like a joke.

The last game, no matter what, you must win!

"The next thing to do is the game of the single, from the Youth Academy of Juji Yongzhu, Battle, Battle Jia Middle School, Yongshiro!"

"When he is, he is so fast?" Said the white stone crumpled and said.

"Bamboo leaves?" Yuanshan Jin Taro looked at the white stone.

Yuanshan Jinteng is from this spring, under the guidance of Sugarmo, it can be said to be a selection of players in the country's tennis world.

"Well, don't you want to play tennis? He is the strongest tennis player in the country, the minister of the bamboo leaves, and the minister of youth! It is known as the unveiled tiger of the empire!" The word said in a word.

"The Empire's unveival tiger! This title is so handsome!" Yuanshan Jin Taihong eyes stared at the feather bamboo leaves in the field.

Looking at Yuanshan Jin Taro, who has become a star eye, smiles helplessly laugh.

"Unfortunately, I don't have you to meet you! Xiaojin!"

Yuanshan Jin Taro can be said to be the most terrible player of Baishi Tibet. Just studying a few months of tennis, with the strength of the king of the Pastoral Academy, and even now it has become the Temple of Temple. The strongest player.

In the opinion of Baishi Tibetan, if Yuanshan Jin Taro can get in touch with tennis early, it is not necessary to defeat the feather bamboo leaves.

However, even now, Yuanshan Jin Tianlang is also the most important ace of the four days of Temple!

......

"The game begins! By Bicjia Middle School, Yongshito, served!"

"Bamboo leaves! Let's see the power of our Okinawa's ancient martial arts!" With the sound of the referee, the arm hand Yongshiro's arm! "

boom!

With the collision of the racket and tennis, a huge roar, the tennis is like a missile, and exploding on the stadium of the bamboo leaves.

This is the big explosion of Tianren Zhihui. However, the power of the big explosion of Wooden Yongshi Lang is that it is too much to be more than that of the Tian Renzhi!

"Is ancient martial arts? I will just be a little bit better?" The bamboo leaves smiled faint.

The racket in the hands of the bamboo leaves suddenly burned the purple flame.

"White stone, white stone, what is it, so handsome!" Yuanshan Jin Taro excitedly pulled the white stone tiben.

Have to say, the feather bamboo leaves in the fire of the power are really handsome.

"Forbidden thousands of hundreds of pieces · Jayu Wu!"

The racket in the hands of the bamboo leaves is suddenly waved!

The moment when the ball shot, the flame of the fire of the fire was spread, and the whole court was dyed into a dark purple!

boom!

A huge roar, with the centered on the bamboo leaves, a bright blood red ray suddenly appeared between the fire of purple, the blood-red rays became more and more strong, directly put all the strength of the fire to swallow a dry Two nets.

Suddenly a blood red smashed from the racket of the feather bamboo leaves, he went to the wooden hand Yongshi Lang, and the blood of the blood was like the big hand, directly flooded the wood hand Yongshi Lang directly!

boom!

As tennis bombards on the court, the gravel cracks.

"Youth Academy of Academy Yuzhu Ye, score 15: 0!" The referee was shocked.

Although the wooden hand Yongshiro also stood above the court, but the team in the wood hand Yongshiro had already been cut by the wind blade that was brought by tennis, and the wood hand Yongshiro also felt his skin. Spicy feeling.

If it is not because the ball is not going to the wood hand, Yongshi Lang, the wood hand has not been able to stand on the court.

Forbidden thousands of · The power of the Eightyt Book will not be poor than the sixth-style wild fluctuating ball in the river.

"Even the root of this warm-up is can't catch up with it?" Said the bamboo leaves of the bamboo leaves. "It's really a headache! What else is it?"

"Continue to serve!"

When you hear the feather bamboo leaves, the homes' Yongshi Lang's face is getting ugly, and the wooden hand Yongshi Lang will not believe such a horrible ackoon, just awkward!

"Less less, this big man said this big story, the feather bamboo leaves!" Wooden hand Yongshi Lang crazy waved the racket in his hand.

Tennis is like a vicious snake that is constantly changing.

Big snocks!

Not only the big bombings of Tian Rino, the big rice spoons of Ji Yulalai, the wooden hand Yongshi Lang also mastered, which is why Mumeri Yongshiro can become the reasons for the Minister of Tennis Babi Middle School.

Because the strength of the wood hand Yongshi Lang is stronger in the Babi Middle School!

"The thousands of thousands of tricks. Eighth!" Faced with crazy wooden hand Yongshi Lang, the bamboo leaves waved his racket faintly.

"Youth Academic Garden Puriforn Leaves Leaves, score 30: 0!"

"The horn of the pirate!"

" . !"

"Youth Academy Yuzheng Bamboo Leaves, score 40: 0!"

......

In front of the feather bamboo leaves of the three artifact family, the Homori Yongshi is proud of the Okinawa Tao Taoji is a Turi Towan.

In the next game, the wooden hand Yongshi Lang even directly scattered with the heart of the bamboo leaves, it is like a puppet!

As the bamboo leaves defeated the wooden hand Yongshiro, Qing Dynasty was also advanced to the top of the 5: 0 score.

The remaining seven entered the top eight teams This is Lihai, mountain blow, no peak, ice emperor, four days of Temple, Nagoya Star, St. Iculas.

The next opponent in the Qing Dynasty is the four-day Temple Middle School!