Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

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"Oops~~"

At this time, Xiaochun, who was leaning on his shoulders, suddenly twisted his body, two blushing appeared on his face at some point, and looked at Ninzu's eyes, full of stars: "So cute, really manly!"

boom!

As soon as the words fell, Yuji gave a violent shudder to the top of his head.

"No!"

At this moment, Baishi said, "It's not that Renzu was scared, but at that moment, Renzu couldn't do anything."

Hearing this, everyone in Sitianbao Temple was startled.

In particular, Chitose, looking at Qianye, couldn't help but feel a little more solemn.

The other party, the growth is also not slow.

"Qian Ye."

During the running process, Ninja raised his head and glanced at Qianye on the opposite side.

"Yes, that kind of serve is terrifying."

"However, the current score is that I have the lead, as long as I keep the serve, the one who wins is still me!"

Whoosh!

At this time, an attack approached his left.And Qianye's people stayed on the edge of the field.

"Chance!"

Ninja's eyes lit up, and he quickly pulled out the racket in his hand: "F, A, S (flat net swipe)!"

call!

The tennis ball whizzed and hit the corner. …

For this ball, Ninja did not hold back, and his skills were at their peak.

"nice shot!"

The Ice Emperor couldn't help but applaud.

"It was a good shot indeed."

However, Kenya's voice sounded faintly.Then, people saw only a light yellow trace passing by.

"This is……"

The foreign trio's expressions changed slightly, and they looked at each other and saw the vibration in each other's eyes.

"spiral……"

And at that moment, the yellow shadow stretched a little bit, showing the figure of Kenya.I saw him raise the racket and said with a smile, "Sonic Bomb!"

Bang!

The voice fell, and a tinge of blue flashed in front of the stiff, sculptural forbearance feet.

With a bang, it exploded behind him.

"This speed..."

Atobe's pupils shrank slightly, and in just a moment, even his proud eyesight couldn't see Qianye's specific movements.

"ended."

Outside the arena, a stern young man in a black coat wrapped himself up.

The first boss of the Thai team, the former boss Wessego. Zara's... Sera!

Now, for some unknown reason, he appeared at the scene of the Japanese national competition.

If it is known, the Japanese tennis world will set off a lot of earthquakes.

"Have you touched a barrier?"

His eyes fell on Qianye who returned the ball: "As expected of that guy's companion, this strength is enough to play in this year's World Cup."