Chen Xiaodong couldn't find the answer.

Because he didn't know how lonely the person who sometimes became more dissatisfied with the carnival of a group of people was.

The first stop of the resurrection race.

This day means the last chance for all the team members of the Emperor League.

The boy was skating on the skateboard, like the wind, passing through the long alley.

Outside the arena, fans are already looking forward to it.

The support you can hear is no less than in the semi-finals.

Because everyone knows that this time there is the Emperor League who participates in the resurrection competition!

More than that.

What made the fans even more excited was that the person’s return!

With a swish!

The car door was pulled open.

The first thing I saw was the pure black war uniform, which was blown by the wind.

Many female fans can't help but cover their mouths.

Some media once said that the effect caused by Qin Mo's appearance is no less than that of first-line superstars.

Even more so at this time.

He stood in front of the car regularly, with a tall figure, handsome face on his side, and a white bandage wrapped in his left hand, spreading like a thousand-layer petal, and was cold and careless.

The two words "Emperor Alliance" are flying dragons and phoenixes floating in the wind.

Some teams next to them have seen it, but it is not easy for them to win this time.

Because Qin Mo is back.'

Qin Mo's return also brought some teams that didn't have to participate in the resurrection competition, but they were sitting in the audience, just to see how powerful Qin Mo, who was cured, could be.

In the lounge.

Lin Feng bent down and tied his shoelaces, raised his hand again, and naturally put his arm on Yun Hu's shoulder: "Are you worried?"

"How could it be?" Yun Hu turned his head, with arrogance on his lips.

The two of them are wearing the same battle uniforms, and they always match them very well when they stand together.

The resurrection match actually tests not just the technology, but the team members' ability to withstand pressure and physical strength.

That's right, it's physical strength.

High-intensity chain competition.

Five consecutive games a day.

It will take two hours to play anyway.

Such intensity is a kind of training for the participants' own eyes, not to mention that they have to consider tactics and how to restore their hand speed.

Each team must measure the physical fitness and tolerance of their players, and then arrange the order of appearance.

It is different from other teams about strategies.

Qin Mo had a cigarette on his slender finger, so handsome that he was like a star player: "Fast battle and quick decision, no time spent."

Eight words: no more or less.

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows, turned his head and said to Bo Jiu, who was wearing a battle uniform with his eyes down, "Little Spade, the captain's sentence translated into: Don't talk, just do it."

"I also think it's better to win faster." The boy raised his eyes, his white tiger teeth held the zipper in his mouth, and pulled it out. After putting on the battle uniform, the smile at the corner of his mouth did not subside: "Otherwise, how can we show our level."

Lin Feng said, these two people are really the same way and are very shameless.

Also consider the feelings of other teams.

People are still discussing strategies, but these two people are thinking about how to save the duration of the game.

"You, you can kill people quickly, and the baby Yao girl, monk, can't keep up." Lin Feng opened a bottle of water and winked at Bo Jiu.

Bo Jiu looked back and smiled, but didn't say much, but rolled up the cuffs of the battle uniform, held the lollipop, stretched his legs calmly, loosely, and unrestrained.
Chapter completed!