The Prince of Tennis Super God System

Dang! A generation of kings fell to the ground, and also announced the end of the era of white bird.

32 to 30!

Wushou won the fourth game and won the champion of the county contest with a big score of 3 to 1.

"Hey! The game is over, winner, and wild high school!" The referee officially announced the results of the game.

"Is it over?" The audience of the audience stunned, they thought that this game would be unlimited.

However, the night-catching wind rolls of the clouds, and finally ended this battle of Jiu's top peaks.

"Win! Night wind defeated the white bird, the wild in the wild, the king of Miyagi County, the birth of the new king!" Fujiwu snales.

"Dive, we really did it!" Ze Village and Naigang filial piety are the first to rush to the night.

They left the night with a night, and in the eyes, they had a exciting tears, and many people in Wuye cried.

The National Competition Summer League, this is the goal that is not completed in the golden generation of Wuye.

"Secretary, are you holding too tight?" Night windmares laughed into Ze Village and Nauda.

He can understand why the two are so excited, but the night's long-lasting wind is now not two seniors.

"Night! Congratulations!" Qingshui Jiezi hugged the night.

The soft fragrance, the night is laughing, and the back of the water is gently patted.

"Fools, don't cry, cry is not beautiful."

"I hate!" Qingshui's wise is a fragrant XIU, buried his head into the chest of the night.

On the other hand, Many people in Bai Bird also left a painful tear.

When Niu Island is still facial paralysis, he did not climb up on the floor. I don't know what I am thinking.

"Get up, cry, cry, strength is not as good as the opponent, nothing to say. Go back and practice, there is spring high, I will not be so much." The old man was embarrassed.

The surface is still as often, but only himself knows himself in the middle of it.

After the game, the audience is still unwilling to leave, in order to see the awards of the scene.

Night long wind bags the MVP of the county contest, the best master attack, the best block.

After the prize, I got soft, and the night long wind felt the peace.

Known as the Kiu Island of the three kings of the country, the night long wind pressure does not feel any pressure on him.

"It's really boring. It seems that high school students only have this level ..." Night wind, the country and the summer league did not have any desire.

An anti-hyperincidence system does not have a mandatory task, and the night cost is thrown into the corner. I don't pay attention to the reporter who wants an interview, and it is a black back of a piece of jersey.

Master is lonely, lonely master, invincible is the most lonely.

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Chapter 001, enter the new world

Northern China, there is a unknown town, there is a hill next to the town, and there is a mountain, which can be said to be the mountain water. Σ ∈ ∈

There is no name in the hill, there is temple in the mountains, and there is natural monk in the temple.

Although the mountain is unnamed mountain, the temple is not anonymous. There are not many monks in the temple. There is only one old man with a little.

The end of the Yuan Dynasty, up to the chartering, although it is not a chaos, but it is not too peaceful.

But all this does not affect the tranquility here. Although the rivers and lakes have many swords, but they are unable to have this too remote town.

Similarly, because it is too remote, this small temple is often unattended.

In the weekdays, the spending of the temple is basically supplying by the incense money of the donor. When the donor of the Buddha is getting more and more, the survival of the temple becomes more and more difficult.

This small temple is named Lei Yin. It is the inscription that is written in the old man at the time of the original. It is said that this is the meaning of 'if it is thunder, and the world'.

At the beginning, the Lei Yin Temple is constantly, although it is said that it is not in the door of the city, but the temple has hundreds of monks in this practice. There are dozens of cars in the large day, and they are lively.

However, in recent years, the war is constantly, the donor is escaped, and the remaining financial supply is already boring. Naturally, there is no mood to ask God.

Even if there is no source of income, the life of the temple will inevitably become simple, and finally even simple, the least small monk can't stand the pain, and the number of monks in the temple began to decrease.

A hundred people have a shortening, and dozens of cars are also sold out. At the beginning, they were sitting in the first place. After calm down, they took the last meal, and one person contracted in the futon. The bronze statue stayed in a night. When dawn dawn, the old people held the way, nor did it hungry or the limit.

There was no such thing as the so-called housing, I feel much relaxed. Everyone sells all the money in the temple, and the items of some money are all left, including the statue of the sacred sacred sacred sacred, even old. The remains of the household also have ideas, and the hearts of the ancient books are really relics.

However, their thoughts have not been achieved, a little monk protects the remains of the old household, he is the only disciple of the old, if he can't, he is the last household in the Lei Yin Temple, but he Also from this, it is gentle, smiles in peace, but smiles, but that day is a glimpse, facing his brothers, .

The public is still a long time, it seems to be that it is inevitable that it is inevitably adding, and then the residual ashes does not have the so-called Buddha light when they have been buried, and naturally, no one will believe that the so-called relic. Rumors.

The disciple of the old house has become the last monk on the mountain, naturally, he has become a new residence.

The new house is silently packed clean temple. I have opened a few land in the hospital. I plant some small dishes. I chopped the trees in the small town and changed some rice grains. Although the days were bitter, it was also clean.

The days are not salty, spring is coming to autumn, some things have not changed, and some things have changed.

At the beginning, Xiaoyu gradually grow, gradually became old, became an old monk, and the original light and bright temple wall began to gradually mottle, the bulk paint offset from the wall, even the original gold paint written The plaque of the 'Lei Yin Temple' is also a cracking wood.

However, in the temple that gradually declined, there were more people, and it was a small sand.

He is the old and Shangshan Xiantian to change the rice grain.

The old monk saw him a young age, but the end of the weak crowned, it was brought back to the temple. Let him sweep the temple in the day, but he also for him to eat.

Xiaosha material is also simple, knowing the old man is not to fight him, but do not be lazy, the two are not good, there is nothing to say, the days are like this.

......

The night's wind opened his eyes, and his eyes were confused.

The forehead came up and wild, and the night long-term wind reached out, and it was actually a smooth.

One of the whole body, the night is standing immediately, a probe in the water chamber outside the house, the water is reflecting a bright head, a silk hair is not, even if there are a few arms, and then touch the wealthy The monk is satisfied, and the night is long and sigh.

"I kao! Where is the pothole system? I actually became bald monk, Scorpio, is it that I have become a rhythm?"

The night-long wind has not remembered how he came here. He is just tired of the world of volleyball teenagers. He is really too strong in high school volleyball, and he has no opponent, and he chose to push the system only. One of the door.

When he consciously, he appeared on the scene.