Mo Bei’s Random Killings (2)

Adolf hadn't said the word "you" yet.

I saw a figure flash in front of me, drew my sword sharply, and then turned my hand back, giving him a sword directly in the jungle area on the top lane, "free return to the city"

Adolf looked at his body lying on the grass on the screen, his expression dull.

Mo Bei's voice was as serious as ever: "It's really good, harvesting is faster."

"..." Adolf cried out, wanting to cry.

Forget about using his best hero, and use his best moves to kill him!

The most disgusting thing is, why is that knife more accurate than mine!

Adolf breathed heavily in his chest, and his next moves became more detailed. He even began to calculate something subconsciously, and every move was extremely accurate.

If the former Adolf was a reckless man who was not afraid of heaven or earth.

Now he is a reckless man with a plan.

If the latter is developed, it can become a sharp sword that lives on the top lane in any team.

Zhao Sanpang looked at this scene with satisfaction.

Feng Yi, who was wearing a straight suit, walked over, glanced up, crossed his hands across his chest, and suddenly smiled, polite and foxy: "This doesn't seem like a tactic that a fat man would have."

"You are still smart as an old fox." Zhao Sanpang did not hide it: "The idea came from Xiao Spade. You should also know that looking at today's competition, no one's calculations can be higher than Xiaofa. With a pair like her With just one hit, you can get a significant improvement in a short period of time.”

Feng Yi pushed up the glasses frame on the bridge of his nose: "Not bad, but it should be more than that."

"Of course, Xiao Spade is a master of his apprentice." Zhao Sanpang's eyes were dark and bright, as if something was on fire: "She said that Beibei hasn't played a good game in a long time. After getting used to intrigues, she may forget some things. Let her find some things in advance. Only when the competition officially starts will she put aside her distracting thoughts and become stronger as she fights.”

Feng Yi pointed his finger: "About this, it is true."

"Feng Hu, we can still win the championship this year." Zhao Sanpang's eyes reflected Mo Bei's game screen: "Just like that year."

Feng Yi also looked over: "I can get it."

Two words weighed heavily on a group of teenagers.

E-sports, what it is, can only be seen on the playing field.

All morning, Mo Bei was engaged in 1v1 battles.

You can imagine what the training room will be like.

I don’t know if it’s more uncomfortable to play solo with Bey, or the diamond game in solo queue, but I’m already wailing.

Even Han Xi, an adc in the national server, played 90% of his output, with 21 kills, 1 death and 9 assists. In the end, he was forced to fight because his teammates were not united.

It is really difficult to win a rank.

Similarly, it is not that simple to escape from Mo Bei's hands.

When Huan Leng went up, people still had hope.

After all, the power of Magic Thorn lies in its explosive power. Coupled with the hero who is good at calling the cold, as long as he is not controlled, he can roam around the entire map at will, mark the target, and directly harvest!

Except for Old K, who was not in any condition, no one could escape.

I really can't tell who will win this one.

Look at the time, it's been so long.

This 1v1 match really lasted a long time.

So it successfully aroused everyone's interest.

It's a pity that they are still in the queue and can't watch the game, they can only wait for it to end.

Here I take off my headphones.

Adolf walked over and asked in a low voice: "Captain, who won?"