Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

Ruined.

Qian also felt sad.

He closed his eyes and gave up completely.

Whoosh!

But at this moment, a sound of breaking wind came.

Ok?

The tall Maxi looked up, only to see a little yellowish color crossing most of the field in an instant.

"This speed?!!"

His pupils shrank, and the depths of his eyes flashed with unbelievable colors.

too fast!

Bazel's Bamhill missile, fast and powerful, is a famous serving trick in the England team.But in front of this tennis ball, it was as slow as a snail.

boom!

The next moment, under the shocking eyes of countless people.

Bazel's Bamhill missile collided heavily with the tennis ball that flew from nowhere.

Boom!

A violent explosion broke out in front of Qianye, causing his eardrums to ache.The others weren't much better, and only felt their ears buzzing.

"Who?"

The trick was broken, and Bazel bared his teeth like an enraged hound, looking fiercely at the direction where the tennis ball was shot.

"Who is it that dares to disturb Uncle Bazel's interest?"

It was Maxi, with an inexplicable color flashing in his eyes.

Everything happened so fast that with his eyesight, he couldn't see the exact trajectory of the tennis ball.He is not a simple-minded Bazel, and the level of the ball just now is not an ordinary quasi-world-class.

The person who made the shot is by no means idle.

The junior high school students looked at each other in dismay.

Yukimura narrowed his eyes. He knew that the only person on his side who could hit such a serve was not here at all.The ball came too fast, and he didn't know where he was going.

Besides, this is England, this is London.They don't have any friends here at all, and it's hard to say whether the person who shoots is an enemy or a friend.

In just a few short breaths, he had already regained his [-] points of spirit and secretly guarded himself.

"Yo? You guys are so lively here!"

At this moment, a hearty laughter sounded.Everyone looked for the sound, but saw an orange-haired young man wearing a black, red and white coat, walking forward with a smile.

"This……"

Yukimura's pupils shrank, and he looked at each other in disbelief: "Mao, Senior Maori?"

The person who came, was the talented player who used to stand in the sea, Mori Hisaburo.

"Hey."

At this moment, a faint hoarse voice sounded behind Maori: "You just said, do you have to bow your head when you see you in London?"

The voice fell.

A tall, tall young man with hair dyed blue and white, covering the entire left side of his face, stepped forward.

As soon as this person appeared, it brought an indescribable pressure.

Chapter [-] The First Army

"he is……"

Seeing this figure, Ninzu, Xiangri and other Ice Emperor team members were startled.

Shido, who had a Band-Aid on his nose, also frowned and said, "I seem to have seen this person somewhere..."

This figure is very familiar.

But no matter what the three of them thought, they couldn't remember where they had seen this person.

"they are……"

And Maxi and Bazel narrowed their eyes when they saw the two people who suddenly appeared.

"The Japanese team?"

Thinking of this, the two looked around.

In the distance, a few imposing figures with tennis bags could be seen walking towards them.

Did it come?

"That man!"

And seeing the leader, the burly young man in the head of the plane, Maxi's pupils could not help shrinking.