Almighty Summoner

The two fought each other, and Jianren only had a trace of blood left, which was really a pity for Mo Lin'er, she should actually be able to win this victory.

After the end, Mo Lin'er's head was lowered very low, almost buried in her chest, and the whole person looked a little lost.

"Don't worry, we haven't lost yet. Zhang Lin stepped forward and comforted.

"I'm sorry..."

It's okay not to speak, but this time she spoke, Mo Lin'er couldn't control it anymore, and cried bitterly.

Zhang Lin sighed, after Mo Lin'er showed a rush mentality, he knew what was going on. The girl swore twice that she would not hold him back, which was completely putting pressure on herself, and also formed an obsession that she had to win, otherwise she could not explain.

There is an upper limit to this pressure, and if you don't cross it, that's where the motivation comes from. And once it is crossed, it becomes the source of failure.

Zhang Lin didn't know why Mo Lin'er was so persistent in thinking about this kind of thing, this girl still lacked experience in the competition.

Looking at Mo Lin'er, who was crying in front of her, Zhang Lin felt a little distressed about her, and stretched out his hand to hug her softly in his arms.

"Oh my god!" suddenly

stood up in the audience, raised his hands above his head, beat his chest like a King Kong, and let out a roar of rage, as if the flames could be seen from his mouth.

The person behind him is not satisfied, if it is a beautiful woman, it is fine, this kid is really an eyesore dancing in front

of him, is this going crazy? Young Master Xiao is full of anger, Zhang Lin is too good to take advantage of people's danger! At this time, it should be replaced by him, how can this kid be allowed to grab this kind of bargain? Before, he was still in line with the view that his friend's friend cannot be black, and he didn't scold Zhang Lin, but now

...

"Kill Mu Mu's garbage, let me die!" Not

only Young Master Xiao, but most of the audience began to shout, because Zhang Lin was about to play.

Zhang Lin gently patted Mo Lin'er on the back, then pushed her away, looked at her and smiled: "Don't think about it, you are much better than a stick, let's see my performance next."

It was hard for Morin to speak, but she nodded slightly.

Watching Zhang Lin slowly walk on the stage, Teacher Su on the commentary stage was also happy: "Hehe, Mu Mu has to defeat two people next to see Yiyun, I don't know if he has this opportunity." "

What do you think, Mr. Su?"

"I'll just sit here and watch. Teacher Su smiled: "I hope he won't disappoint everyone, even if he wants to fall, he must save a little life for Yiyun, otherwise Yiyun's championship will be too easy."

Although it sounded supportive, there was a hint of sarcasm in the words. I don't know if he really looks down on Zhang Lin, or if he wants to cater to the emotions of the audience.

Zhang Lin walked onto the field amid the boos of the audience, and although it was impossible for him to see the audience, he still raised his hand to greet the surroundings, as if he thought that everyone was not boosing, but cheering.

"I've never seen such a shameless person in my fucking life!" "

This thing still takes himself as a wrist, a garbage who is famous for hype

!" "Get down!"

Jian

Ren on the other side couldn't help but despise it, and said: "You feel really good about yourself, but don't worry, although I don't have much blood, I won't let you..."

Before he finished his words, he saw Zhang Lin suddenly rushing towards him.

"Hehe, there is a price to be paid for being anxious, just like the beauty just now.

Jian Ren smiled and greeted him. I thought in my heart that if Zhang Lin was like Mo Lin'er and let him seize a chance to connect for a while, it would be perfect, then he would die domineeringly.

And at this time, he suddenly saw some abnormalities in Zhang Lin's footsteps.

As if he had tripped over himself in the process of rushing forward, Zhang Lin's entire body immediately appeared unbalanced, and he leaned out to the side, but instead of falling, he staggered, like drunk.

"Idiot.

Jian Ren couldn't help laughing, this guy's mistake is even greater, isn't this a chance for nothing?

However, the moment he made a move, Zhang Lin's footsteps changed again, and his whole body suddenly turned to the other side. It was tilted to the left before, but now it suddenly tilted to the right, and his people seemed to be carried away by this inertia, and quickly circled to the right side of Jianren.

Jianren's upward pick immediately lost its target and was empty.

"What's the situation?"

Jian Ren turned his head in horror, wanting to see where Zhang Lin was at this time, but he suddenly felt a heavy blow to the back of his head, and then he lay straight on the ground, unable to get up again.

This game ended so quickly that everyone didn't react at once. At the moment when Jianren fell to the ground, the audience suddenly fell silent, falling into a deathly silence, and then suddenly like a volcanic eruption, there was a burst of exclamations.

"Eight Immortal Steps! This guy actually knows Eight Immortal Steps!" This

is quite a high-end footwork, not many people in the professional league can do it, I didn't expect that this kind of footwork can be seen in an event in a new area!

The Eight Immortal Steps need to reach a very perverted level of balance in the body, to be oblique but not falling, and to be able to control the force points under their feet as they like, so that the body can be flipped freely, which is not something that ordinary people can do. And the regularity of the footwork is also very particular, and it is impossible for people who are not very thorough to make it.

This variation of footwork is quite bizarre, can be a big advantage in melee combat, and is also very ornamental.

Mo Lin'er in the viewing area covered her mouth with her hands, she seemed to feel that Zhang Lin had once again broken the original impression in her heart, as the game gradually progressed, Zhang Lin behaved more and more, and it became more and more unfathomable.

The people in the Mochizuki branch were also surprised, they had heard of the name of the Eight Immortal Steps, but they were played by the boss.

"I didn't expect the boss to be so powerful. The

bloodstained killing field stuck out his tongue, and the young ladies behind him were also bright-eyed. Originally, they didn't pay much attention to Zhang Lin, the boss, but now they are a little shocked, and they really deserve to be the boss, at least better than Brother Hao.

"Oh, it's actually the Eight Immortal Steps, this Mu Mu is still very material. Teacher Su also began to evaluate at this time. "As far as I know, this kind of footwork is usually found in the professional league, and the one who does it the most is Mu Linsen, and that footwork makes it simply unpredictable. However, Mu Mu's Eight Immortal Steps just now were obviously a little powerless, and we can all see that he almost lost his balance, if it weren't for Jian Ren's life left, I'm afraid he would have made a mistake.

"Well, you're right. The commentators next to him nodded hurriedly and said, "And he seems to be deliberately seeking performance, is he trying to cause psychological pressure on the next players?"

However, with his immature footwork, he must be extra careful when using it, otherwise he will suffer a big loss.

Zhang Lin on the field had an indifferent look, as if he hadn't heard the commentary, glanced at Jianren on the ground, and said, "You wasted my skills, and you did a good job."

Jianren

was speechless, and said to the second person of their team: "Dude, it's up to you, try not to let the boss play." "

Hmm. "

This man's name is the little prostitute of the wilderness, and he is a sharpshooter. The name is quite obscene, and Zhang Lin is glad that Mo Lin'er didn't meet him.

And Yiyun on the side walked to the side of the little prostitute in the wilderness at this time, and said in a low voice: "Be careful, this guy is very strong." The

little prostitute in the wilderness glanced at Yiyun and said, "Boss, you also care about him?"

"Heh, how can I care? It's just that if you can win the game without me playing, doesn't that mean that you are good enough? lest others say that you only won the

championship by touching my light." "

Makes sense. The

little prostitute in the

wilderness nodded and walked on, while Yiyun behind him showed a smile.

Seeing the opponent on the field, Zhang Lin didn't even look at it, but said loudly to Yiyun: "As a great god, are you embarrassed to let these little shrimps be used as cannon fodder to grind my blood?

In fact, where did Zhang Lin hear it, he just saw what Yiyun and the little prostitute in the wilderness said, so he deliberately said it in a whim, wanting to provoke him to play, but it was just a crooked beating.

Yiyun was still surprised, but the audience stopped doing it, Zhang Lin was provoking the dignity of their idol in person.

"Fart! You deserve to make Yunshen afraid? Yunshen pinched you to death with one finger. "

The little hairy child doesn't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick!"

"The Eight Immortal Steps are a dick, and so will the cloud god."

Zhang Lin didn't seem to hear the audience's voice, just smiled and continued: "Hehe, will you only use the fans to play prestige, you have the ability to fight with me face to face, so as to prove that you are not a big god." Of course, if you're afraid of losing, I don't care, it's just a waste of time. When

the audience heard this, they became even more angry, this kid is too stinky fart, isn't it? It's just too deceitful! Someone immediately shouted: "What is that prostitute, get down! Let the cloud god go

!" "Shang Yiyun! Shang Yiyun!"

The

audience went crazy, and the slogan of "Shang Yiyun

" resounded throughout the venue, so that the commentator didn't know what to say.

The little prostitute in the wilderness was also very depressed when he stood opposite Zhang Lin, why did the audience start to boo him?

Yiyun looked at Zhang Linya, who was smiling cheaply, and was about to crush, although he would not be easily provoked by this kind of agitation, but the audience was simply forced and easily provoked. And looking at this trend, if he doesn't play, he will be despised by the audience.

"Damn, that's a bargain.

Yiyun lowered his head and exhaled fiercely, as if he was trying to vent the dissatisfaction in his heart. And then, he suddenly put on a smiling face and made a gesture to the wilderness prostitute on the field, which meant that he would admit defeat.

"Oh, it looks like Yiyun is planning to appear in advance!" Teacher Su said excitedly: "This Mu Mu really doesn't know how to speak, I'm afraid he has angered Yiyun, this is not good news for him, Yiyun should not be merciful when he waits, he will be beaten very embarrassed." "

You're very right. The commentary next to him agrees.

When the audience saw that Yiyun was ready to play, they immediately burst into extremely enthusiastic cheers, and the excited and high-pitched voice seemed to collapse the venue.