Looking at Jiang Yan, and his hands were drawing, it seemed that they were a move to deal with Lan, but... Lan had already tried his best? Don't joke. If Shura stopped here, he would have been eliminated long ago.
, I'm not a member of the seven colors ~
"Um!"
Nodded, Lan closed her eyes and rested, Leng Shiyue didn't say anything, after all... Lan had his own opinions, don't disturb her thoughts.
"Did I see it wrong? General Mo Zhan can't beat that Lan Yanjie?"
"Ah... Seven colors, seven colors~ the color of the overlord~"
The excited fans naturally pulled their throats and shouted for their idols!
"So handsome~"
The girls' eyes were red, and they looked excited and seemed to have won by themselves~ but it was only 1:0, and it was still early in the future~
"We don't fight and let you do it~"
The supporters of Yanhuang were unhappy and started a war of saliva ~
You go back and forth, and you almost started fighting gangs~
"The game begins~ Mo Jinwen serves!"
The two returned to the competition venue again, with their eyes facing each other...Mo Jinwen's worries disappeared completely, he felt as confident as he was at the beginning! With a confident smile~
Lan stood at the bottom line holding the racket, bowed her back slightly, and looked at Mo Jinwen with a torch. His serving movements and gorgeous moves were full of confusion. The corners of his smiling mouth were cold and sharp at this moment, and it was as if he was unsheathed.
The sword is so cold!
"Bang--"
No matter how many fancy ones are, it is useless. The most important thing is the moment of hitting the ball. Lan moved forward again and again, and the two began to compete for each other, and the score began to change~
Mo Jinwen, who responded very quickly, scored 30:15. If he wins another goal, he will draw ~
The clean and neat vs moves are dazzling and cannot capture the whole audience~
The party who only knows that the winning team will be excited and cheer and shout non-stop~ It seems that his voice is not his own, and he just wants to shout out the excitement in his heart and vent his hot chest.
Both of them were sweating profusely, and Mo Jinwen was gasping for breath. The more moves he had, the greater his physical overdraft. However, because Mo Jinwen hit the ball on both sides of the bottom line, he asked him to catch the ball back and forth, with a span too much
It's a lot of energy consumption~
The score is already 5:4, and this game is already 30:30. If Blue can win one goal, then the game will be over~
But...bang-
ah--
The blue knees of the ball were trembling slightly, but they were still unable to hit the ball back~
The score tied ~ 5:5, which made Yanhuang's support team ecstatic, excited them ~ tied ~ finally tied ~
The bending movement that Lan maintained for too long. This high-profile ball, due to the memory of the muscles, made the ball red and fruity in front of him. The feeling of powerlessness was deeply slapped on the face~
"Very good! Do you know the consequences of angering me?"
Lan supported her knees and stood straight, Shura was angry and mourned everywhere.
His gentle smile became deeper, but the chill in his eyes became heavier.
Murong Jun gritted his teeth and saw Lan like this for the second time.
"Do you want to stop it?"
Cheng was a little worried, her jumping expression became serious, Lan rarely got angry, but this time he couldn't suppress him~
"Do you think you can stop it? Let the blue vent ~ maybe it will be better!"
Zi pulled Cheng and refused to let her disturb Leng Shiyue. At this moment, she was lying on the rest chair, her hat covered her face and seemed to be sleeping heavily~
"Too!"
Orange puts her heart in mind. If it were her, someone would ask her to leave, she would definitely be even more angry~