Chapter 1707: The first spray of national clothes, thin (1.2)

   Chapter 1707 The first spray of national clothes, thin (1.2)
   I saw that Huan Leng didn't stop after pressing the flash, but backhanded a skill to control the Tip in the air.
  He is this? Predicted the location of the Tip? !
  The people watching the fight were a little bit in disbelief.
   After all, the common hero of the Huaxia team is not in the middle.
   But he can even predict the tip, and his hand speed is very fast. It is a skill that can be thrown without thinking.
   "Huaxia's mid laner player this time is really unexpected."
   While people were talking about it.
  The team control Ling of the H country team raised his eyebrows, without any hesitation, waved his long sleeves, and swept in the direction of Huan Leng.
  This time, he appeared out of nowhere.
   When Huan Leng raised his hand, the other party had already come to him.
   If it is one-on-one, there may be some fights.
   But the cooperation between Tip and Ling is too tacit.
   They also deserve to be the starters of the H country team.
   Years of fighting side by side have made them very clear what the other party wants to do.
   So at the moment when Ling waved his long sleeves.
  Tip pressed the ultimate move again, stealthily swept in, the first skill was throwing the knife, the second skill was explosive, and it was a sharp weapon when you raised your hand.
   called cold and fell.
   Adolf was too late to help.
   Panda and Panda have no way to get down on the road.
  Tip is still fighting towers.
   It's just a sliver of blood, and it can be changed one by one.
   But Ling waved his long sleeves and blocked the last tower!
   Less than five minutes.
   Huaxia has lost two heads.
  What is not optimistic is that the army line in the middle has also arrived.
   against the jungler of the H country team.
   The jungler on Huaxia's side couldn't keep up with the rhythm at all.
   "This game, if Huaxia can't find a breakthrough, it will end soon."
   Finding a breakthrough is easier said than done.
   There is ZAI in the top lane, Wu in the bottom lane, Ling in the middle lane, and Tip in the wild area.
   These four people, just picking one out, can give the entire team a headache.
   Now there are all four of them, with an assistant who can add blood at any time. It is like a well-trained "army", lurking and hunting, and returning with blood.
   The entire jungle seems to be in the hands of Tip.
   When Adolf wanted to play red, the red was gone, and when he wanted to play blue, ZAI was there.
Under the vicious circle of   , his economy was so low that he could not break out at all.
   In fact, no one has ever played such a difficult game.
   Not to mention Adolf and Panda Bear, even calling the cold feels difficult.
   It is not because of the position of the play, but the speed and thinking of the opponent, too fast, so fast that they will not give you time to think, and they will come again.
  The spectators watched the battle.
   shook his head and sighed.
   "Completely crushing the game, there is nothing to watch."
   "Huaxia is too delicious."
   "Thank you, Huaxia, it's someone's own opinion and insists on playing a friendly match with the H country team."
   "If you don't play in a friendly match, can you know the gap? It means you just wait until the first round of the World Series, right?"
  
I mean, give them time to grow.

   "Playing games is the best way to grow. Playing with the strongest team, when you are in the official game, you can only count in your heart. For someone like you who doesn't count, you really don't understand."
   "Speak as you speak, spray anyone."
   "If you are allowed to spray, you won't be allowed to spray? There are so many words, why don't you come?"
   "I...Fuck, if I can play, why do I want them to be professional players."
   "It's okay to know your own dishes, and dishes are also morally kidnapping people. You mean that professional players must win when they play, and if they don't win, I'm sorry for you?"
   "I've already played professionally, but I can't win? What about playing?"
"The people we really like about esports are not because of the teams we like, they can win every game. The reason we like them is because sometimes, they know that the strength of the enemy and me is very different, and it is difficult to win again. Now, they are still working hard in the face of adversity, even if there is a little bit of hope, they will stand up again after falling down, and use all their strength to fight for a 1 in 10,000 chance!"
   "I'm very proud to be a Chinese. The players of our Huaxia team didn't have the slightest bit of timidity because the opponent was the world's No. 1 team, and they didn't give up because they were in adversity."
   "As for you who are hiding on the other end of the network? What's the use of a mouth? Garbage."
   "I, I...you, you scold me!"
   "To say that you are trash is to state the facts, not to curse."
"you!"
   Obviously, the opponent's typing speed can't keep up with a certain young master outside the training room.
   Moreover, a certain young master was not polite at all.
   "What am I? With your speed and the courage to complain about professional players, find a class, you haven't passed the level of computer application."
  This is it, who suffers? He didn't say anything decisively over there, and the direction of his speech became a lot fresher.
   is mainly because of the sentence posted by this netizen called "One Punch One Child".
   They love e-sports because of those teenagers, they never gave up.
   He is right. As Chinese people, they are very proud. The players of their Huaxia team come from a great country. They are not afraid, not arrogant, not timid or abandoned!
   It doesn't matter if the game is win or lose.
   They are all worthy of the word career!
   I swiped the screen, and I actually swiped the screen?
Assistant    looked beside him, somewhat stunned: "Master Qin..."
   "My surname is Bo." The little devil raised his eyes, his little face was noble and cold.
Assistant    coughed twice and said again: "Young Master Bo, do you usually do this too? There are too many trolls on the Internet, pay attention and protect yourself."
"No need." The little man stood up, with one hand in his trouser pocket, somewhat lazily: "I've sprayed too many people these days, and now others are called my country's No. 1 sprayer, no one dares to Annoy me. Today, this is just the catch of quality education."
  Assistant:...the number one troll in the national service...are you so proud? Also, how old are you!
  The little man didn't look at him, his eyes looked at the screen, his brows were twisted into small woolly threads: "Feng Nai, this guy is really useless."
The assistant reminded him: "You were still calling the boss, Young Master Feng."
   "I thought everyone could see that, but I was being polite." The little man took out the computer again, pulled the game map back and dragged it, and finally settled on Feng Nai's body.
   Sister Bei is a jungler.
   This game will not be like this.
   Fat Master won't let Sister Bei play wild.
   is because Ye Bing hasn't arrived yet.
  If they were here, they would have been beaten into a crushing game, with no ability to resist at all, and the opponent would not send Ye Bing on the field.
   The jungle economy is too bad.
   On the road, walking and hand speed, the possibility of wanting to pull back the situation is too low.
   Now the only thing that can still find a breakthrough is the bottom road!
   Just look, what did the young master of the Feng family, who eats soft rice, think?
   The thin little devil narrowed his eyes...
   (end of this chapter)