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Four hundred and thirtieth sixth provocation of the imperial alliance

Once a person stands at a high position, he will be proud.

The Yunzhong Team is the best example.

After registration is completed.

The people from the organizing committee took the form to the top floor.

The major teams will return to the hotel to rest in order to welcome tomorrow's game in the best condition.

However, as soon as the members of the Imperial League team stood up, they happened to meet the returned Yunzhong team.

Meet on a narrow road.

The atmosphere in the venue also changed.

The people from other teams looked at this scene with different eyes.

The sounds around suddenly became quiet.

Everyone seemed to be looking at Ling Xiao and Qin Mo's side faces.

His eyes were between the two captains, looking back and forth, as if he was evaluating who was better.

One road, two teams, no one wants to give in.

The difference is that the team members on Yunzhong had obvious pride on their faces.

The people in the Imperial Alliance team are no different from usual.

The reporter looked at the picture in the camera and couldn't help but say to himself: "So handsome."

He is indeed handsome.

Regardless of whether the Imperial League team's skills are better than the Yunzhong team.

Judging from the appearance alone, the Emperor League team is a bit like a handsome concentration camp.

Needless to say, Qin Mo and Fu Jiu were all taken out, and they were all the materials that could be popular idol superstars. The nobleness of ordinary people was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Let’s look at Lin Feng and Yun Hu again. The former has been praised for being good-looking more times than some girls in the team, while the latter has a military compound and is tall and tall, as if he is a strong gun.

Yin Wuyao was holding a cigarette in his mouth, his nose was straight, and his face looked handsome like a middle-aged uncle.

He was holding a plush rabbit in his hand and standing next to Feng Shang, who was of the same temperament. His youthfulness could make a lot of aunties scream.

All of these people were wearing the same battle uniforms, led by Qin Mo, and had surpassed the Yunzhong Team in terms of appearance.

Or it's because of this.

Only the members of the Yunzhong Team would dislike the Emperor League Team.

They are obviously the regional champions, so why is the Emperor League team more concerned than them?

This dissatisfaction became more and more obvious as the two teams passed by.

Especially when a tall man touched Lin Feng's shoulder, he sneered and said, "The defeated general under his command."

Qin Mo was not there in that game back then.

As the temporary captain, Yun Hu missed the top four national competitions due to Lin Feng's defeat.

This incident has always been a joke in Lin Feng's heart.

The person who spoke was the player who killed Lin Feng back then.

Lin Feng paused.

The man laughed with his teammate next to him: "Don't be angry if you are angry, there is no game yet. You will be even more angry when you are tomorrow."

Such laughter was obvious mockery.

Two teams with full gunpowder like this are originally an absolute headline.

In addition to the current situation, the camera will not leave.

Because all the members of the Imperial League team stopped their long legs that were about to move away after hearing the laughter.

The tall player of the Yunzhong Team was still smiling at Lin Feng: "Go back and practice again. Don't be like last time. Before I could exert my strength, you will die. It's boring to win too quickly."

Lin Feng didn't say anything. He knew that he had a bad temper. He was afraid that as soon as he spoke, he would pounce on him and scratch his body to death.

The contestant obviously understood his personality and was about to say something.
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