Chapter 1675: bey. is as strong as you can't imagine

  Chapter 1675 bey. is stronger than you can imagine
The   H country team seems to have made up their minds to consume time. After the players of the second team came on the field, they did not even leave the tower.
  It’s not because of how hard they are, but because what Han Junxi wants is to see where Bey’s endurance and limits are.
  The longer it takes now, the better she will show up when the team fights.
  Three rounds in a row, the H country team used this style of play.
  Mo Bei stopped, raised his eyes and glanced at the watch in the training room, moved his wrist, and then took off the earphones on his head.
  The sixth player who came in saw this and asked in H: "God bey, can you start?"
  Mo Bei held the mouse and swiped: "Yes."
"Then I will choose the hero." Everyone on the H country team is very excited to play against the legendary bey, but they can't help but listen to the coach's words. Before the start, they will deliberately or unintentionally look at Han Junxi .
  Han Jun-seok is an indisputable existence for the second team, which is also related to the last elimination system of the H country team.
  The cruelty of training players is well-known in the world.
  Fear of the coach, the players of the second team have all chosen the same fighting style.
  The same is true for this young player. He shrank under the tower to make up his knife, occasionally giving Mo Bei a probe, guarding the line firmly and preventing the opponent from coming in.
   "The H country team is indeed strict. "Feng Yi, who has not spoken, walked over, and he reached out and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Being able to hold your breath like this really doesn't give you a chance to cross the tower."
Zhao Sanpang looked at him and touched his chin: "The strength of the second team of the country H team is higher than that of many of the shortlisted players. It seems that these years, they have worked hard, operated steadily, and have a good sense of consciousness, not bad. ."
   "Fat God, is it time to praise other teams now?" Mao Maoxiong was crying without tears: "They fight like this again, my brother will be exhausted!"
   Zhao Sanpang raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and then hooked his fingers at Mao Maoxiong and the others, motioning to come over and whisper.
  Tenghui and Adolf took the initiative and squatted down directly.
  Zhao Sanpang’s posture is quite particular, very exaggerated, and he said: "She has little facial paralysis..."
The words    are very high, as if they were afraid that someone would not be able to hear them.
  Next, the whisperer can be as quiet as possible.
  Han Junxiwon himself is not dominant in height, and now he has to cough pretensely, and then stretched his neck to look over here, his ears were straight, and he didn't hear what Zhao Sanpang said.
   But the other party still pops up a word or two from time to time.
  For example, "rest assured", "trick", "back hand".
  Bey is there other things that are not used?
  The more Han Junxi listened, the more anxious he became, and his body strayed, almost falling down!
  But head over here, many players have seen it, it can be described as a complete loss of manners.
Zhao Sanpang was overwhelmed at this time, he helped him up and smiled righteously: "Old Han, why are you doing this? Don't you just want to listen to me? When they are finished, our brothers will drink well. , Opened a chat."
  Who else wants to talk to you! Han Junxi took a deep breath, always feeling fooled.
  But what Zhao Sanpang said just now is decent, and bey is really hiding something behind.
  Han Junxi was muttering in his heart.
  There was a burst of loud sound from the screen over there.
  The player moves north to south and successfully smashes the enemy guard tower in three minutes!
  What, what? !
  Han Junxi suddenly became calm.
  This has just started, their tower is gone?
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