Chapter 1672: Hidden Murder

  Chapter 1672 Hidden Murder
   Huan Leng retracted his gaze, his eyes pale.
  Apart from them, the most important thing is whether someone can understand after today, what is on their shoulders as the captain of the Huaxia team.
Everyone in the   H country team narrowed their eyes, watching the defeated teammates in the game, and their eyes showed dissatisfaction.
  Han Junxi also realized that playing 10 games of 1v1 is obviously beneficial to them without any harm, but because of bey's approach, it has stimulated the first line of life for the Huaxia team.
  As a coach, he understands in his heart the impact of a team's momentum on the game.
  Han Junxi remembers very clearly that when he ran into each other at the airport, the players of the China Team were not what they are now, now...
  Han Junxi grabbed his hand and smiled again.
  However, the problem is not big.
   momentum, this thing may be useful to other teams.
  But to them...I won't let it play at all!
  Han Junxi changed his posture and glanced at the person next to him: "YUKI, you will be in the next game."
"Ah, coach! Why did you let the second team go again, saying that it was mine!" The player who jumped up was the fifth-ranked player on the personal points ranking list, and he scratched his hair: " You said that, as long as I train for 1 hour a day, you will let me fight bey! You have nothing to believe!"
  This voice is too crisp.
  So that when it sounded, the whole training room was a little quiet.
  Zhao Sanpang followed the voice and looked over.
  Han Junxi smiled with a guilty conscience, and dragged the man behind his back, his voice lowered: "There will be opportunities for you to fight in the future."
   "When is it from now?" The man frowned and said, "You're not lying to me again, coach."
  Han Junxi was so tired, he urged him to persuade him slowly: "Why, bey always has to participate."
   "You said the same in the last individual points match. As a result, she not only failed to sign up, but also disappeared. "That person looked disobedient: "I don't care, I will play now."
  This is really different in the H country team.
  After all, they are notoriously strict in management.
   Mao Maoxiong stroked his chin: "This person?"
  "Looking at Miansheng." Tenghui also looked over.
  Only the cold past has a deep look: "The rookie king of the H country team, refreshed the H server personal points ranking in one month, is good at position, ADC."
   "Ah, this is the one..." Mao Maoxiong coughed hard as he looked at Shanxi's expression.
  Tenghui did not understand: "Which one?"
  Mao Mao Xiong lowered his voice: "Don't ask."
  Tenghui: "No, I have to know the details of the other party."
   Mao Mao Xiong did not lift his head.
The Adolf who    was curious, also wanted to come to ask.
  At this time, Han Xi spoke again: "Before coming to Milan, I met him and went heads-up. I lost."
  The sound is not fast or slow.
   On the contrary, it makes people listen to the back chills.
  Even Adolf, a dull guy, touched the back of his head, and laughed awkwardly: "It turns out to be like this, then, that's all right."
  After speaking, he wanted to slip.
  But their captain opened his mouth: "How is his strength?"
   "Very strong, extremely fast hand speed, first-class consciousness." Han Xi faced Huan Leng's eyes, and his voice was faint as if he was stating a fact: "Endurance is above you and me."
  Called cold to show that I know it.
"I said, you can't call the team." Student Zhao Sanpang applied to join the group chat, and put his hand on Huan Leng. He didn't look like an elder at all, but he sighed: "It's not that Nan Xiaozi is screaming. "
  (End of this chapter)