Leng Shiyue's face turned sideways, letting the sharp ball pass by her face quickly... The corners of her mouth curled, and the indifferent touch turned into sarcasm and ridicule in Yang Huihua's eyes.
With red eyes, Yang Huihua immediately served another ball...
The ball is very fast, and the light cyan track passes by...
The track bent and went directly behind the cold. Yang Huihua's proud smile had not yet bloomed...
"Second goal!!"
Leng Shiyue was already standing in front of the fast tennis ball, and the three words that were as if nothing had happened were shot down in Yang Huihua's heart like a heavy blow...
"hateful!!"
He served the third ball and used all his strength. The speed has to be said to have broken through the limit. People can break through themselves in humiliation, and Yang Huihua also broke through the speed that he could not break through, but so what...
Leng Shiyue felt that the wind that was passing through her cheeks was not fierce enough, and his ball speed had not reached the standard of defeating him.
The explosive power was extremely strong. At the short-distance ball speed, light and shadow flashed by, and it was actually a short ball. The short ball was very powerful and its speed was extremely high, causing Leng Shengyue's racket to keep spinning.
"Third ball!"
She lifted the tennis ball high and just landed outside the sideline...
Yang Huihua gritted his teeth... The other party's indifference was ridiculous and sarcastic in his eyes.
"Please serve!"
Mo Jinwen raised his eyebrows as if nothing had happened, and everyone was upset. Leng Shiyue really gave up three balls casually. Is she not able to get it? It's impossible!!
In the end, I still received a random out-of-bounds ball. Many people were pretending to be fat because Leng Shiyue was slapping and pretending to be fat. They couldn't win. However, more people believed Leng Shiyue because of her relaxed and unrestrained appearance. On the contrary, Yang Hui
Her face was covered in sweat and her eyes were red.
"Do you think that's my strength?"
Yang Huihua narrowed his eyes, and the cold light wanted to penetrate Leng Shengyue, as if he had penetrated thousands of holes, and he wanted to make him kneel down and beg for mercy.
"oh!"
Leng Shiyue tidied up her hat, raised her head, looked at her eyes, sparkling, but it was cold and bone-bone-bone.
"Phantom serve!!"
Feng Qingxu, as Feng Wuxin's cousin, naturally knew that Phantom serve was a skilled player. He did not expect that the Phantom serve would actually exude a trace of purple light.
"Let you see my phantom electric serve!"
No one knows the speed of lightning, Huan Dian serves... Feeling the strangeness of this ball, Leng Shiyue took a step back, bent over halfway, and looked up at the tennis ball with a trace of purple light.
The ball was instantly shot out, and someone saw a flash of lightning passing by, and the tennis ball was gone.
"Ha ha--"
Yang Huihua laughed, but he stiffened his smile and then there...
"No... impossible!!"
Everyone's eyes were focused on Leng Shiyue. I don't know when Leng Shiyue was at the corner at the edge. Everyone was attracted by Yang Huihua's lightning-style serve, while Mo Jinwen smiled with his lips.
I can actually change my feet in an instant, and my reaction speed is proportional to my brain.
"Speed serve, the strength is not good!"
Leng Shiyue easily received the tennis ball and fought back with the power of thunder...
Although the speed is not very fast, it contains the power to destroy the world.
Yang Huihua sneered, "Do you dare to be arrogant in front of me with such speed?"
He quickly came to the tennis ball, holding up the racket...