Almighty Summoner

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

After the end, Maureen's head was so low that it was almost buried in her chest, and the whole person seemed a little lost.

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

"sorry……"

It's okay not to speak, but when she spoke, Maureen couldn't control it anymore, and burst into tears.

Zhang Lin sighed, and after Maureen showed her eagerness for success, he knew what was going on. This girl swore twice that she would not hold him back. This was completely putting pressure on herself, and it also formed an obsession that she had to win, or she couldn't explain it.

This pressure has an upper limit, and if the upper limit is not exceeded, that is the source of power. And once it is crossed, it becomes the root of failure.

Zhang Lin didn't know why Ma Liner was so persistent in thinking about this kind of thing, this girl was still inexperienced in the competition.

Looking at Mo Liner who was crying so much in front of her, Zhang Lin felt a little distressed for her, and reached out and hugged her lightly in his arms.

"My day!"

A person suddenly stood up in the auditorium, raised his hands above his head, beat his chest and feet like a diamond, and let out a roar from the sky, as if the flames could be seen from his mouth.

The people behind are dissatisfied. If it is a beautiful woman, that's all. It's really annoying for this kid to dance in front of him. Is this going crazy?

Young Master Xiao is full of anger, Zhang Lintai is taking advantage of the danger! It should be replaced by him at such a time, how can this kid be able to grab such a bargain? It's a pity that he didn't scold Zhang Lin because of the opinion that friends of friends can't be hacked, but now...

"Destroy Mumu this **** and kill me!"

Not only Master Xiao, but most of the audience began to shout because Zhang Lin was about to play.

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

Maureen had a hard time speaking, she just nodded slightly.

Seeing Zhang Lin walking slowly onto the stage, Teacher Su on the commentary stage was also happy: "Hehe, Mumu will have to defeat two people to see Yiyun. I don't know if he has this chance."

"Mr. Su, what do you think?"

"I'll just sit here and watch." Teacher Su smiled and said, "I hope he won't let everyone down. Even if he wants to fall, he must leave a little life for Yiyun. Otherwise, the championship of Yiyun will be too easy."

Although it sounds supportive, there is 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 audience's emotions.

Zhang Lin walked onto the arena amid the boos from the audience. Although it was impossible for him to see the audience, he raised his hand and greeted all around him. He seemed to think that everyone was not booing, but cheering.

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

"This guy even takes himself as a wrist, a **** who is famous for his hype!"

"Get off!"

The opposite Jianren couldn't help but despise him, 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 speaking, Zhang Lin suddenly rushed towards him.

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

Jianren smiled and greeted him. In my heart, I thought that if Zhang Lin, like Ma Liner, let him take a chance to connect a paragraph, it would be perfect, then he would be domineering even if he died.

But at this moment, he suddenly saw something unusual in Zhang Lin's footsteps.

It seems that he tripped over himself in the process of rushing forward. Zhang Lin's entire body immediately became unbalanced and leaned out to one side, but he didn't fall down, but staggered like drunk. .

"idiot."

Jianren couldn't help laughing out loud, this guy made a bigger mistake, isn't this giving him a chance for nothing? No more words at the moment, hurriedly rushed up excitedly, and picked up his hand.

However, the moment he shot, Zhang Lin's footsteps changed again, and his entire body suddenly turned to the other side. It was tilted to the left before, but at this time it suddenly tilted to the right, and his people also seemed to be driven by this inertia, and quickly circled to the right of Jianren.

Jianren's top pick immediately lost his target and was empty.

"what's the situation?"

Jianren turned his head in horror and wanted to see Zhang Lin's position at this time, but he suddenly felt a heavy blow from the back of his head, and then he lay straight on the ground, unable to get up again.

Attack from behind, kill in seconds!

This game ended too quickly, so fast that everyone didn't react at once. At the moment when Jianren fell to the ground, the audience suddenly became quiet and fell into a dead silence, but then it was like a volcanic eruption, and there was a burst of exclamation.

"Eight Immortals Steps! This guy actually knows the Eight Immortals Steps!"

This is quite a high-end footwork. Not many people in the professional league know it. I didn’t expect to see this kind of footwork in a competition in a new area!

The Eight Immortals Step requires the balance of the body to reach a very perverted level. It must be inclined without falling, and it can also control the force point under its feet at will, so that the body can turn freely, which is not something ordinary people can do. Moreover, the regularity of footwork is also very particular, and it is impossible for anyone who has not studied thoroughly to make it.

This kind of footwork change is quite strange, it can take a lot of advantage in close combat, and it is also very ornamental.

Ma Liner in the viewing area covered her mouth with her hands. She seemed to feel that Zhang Lin had once again broken her original impression. As the game progressed, Zhang Lin showed more and more and became more and more unfathomable.

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

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

The blood-stained killing field stuck out his tongue, and the young ladies behind him also had their eyes lit up. Originally, they didn't care too much about Zhang Lin, the boss, but now they were a little shocked. As expected, they were the boss, at least better than Brother Hao.

"Oh, it's actually the Eight Immortals' Step. This Mumu is quite predictable." Teacher Su also began to evaluate at this time. "As far as I know, this kind of footwork usually appears in the professional league, and the one who does it the most should be Mu Linsen, that footwork makes it unpredictable. However, Mumu's Eight Immortals Step just now is obviously not strong enough, we You can see that he almost lost his balance, if it weren't for Jianren's life left, I'm afraid he would have made a mistake."

"Well, your analysis is correct." The commentators next to him nodded quickly and said, "And he seems to be deliberately seeking performance. Is he trying to cause psychological pressure to the next players?"

"Hehe, it's possible. But with his immature footwork, he has to be extra careful when using it, otherwise he will suffer a big loss."

Zhang Lin on the field looked indifferent, as if he hadn't heard the commentary, he glanced at Jianren on the ground, and said, "You have done a good job for wasting one of my skills."

"..."

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

"Um."

This person's name is Wilderness Little Whore, and he is a sharpshooter. The name is very obscene, Zhang Lin is glad that Mo Liner didn't meet him.

At this time, Yiyun, who was on the side, walked to the side of the young **** in the wilderness and said in a low voice, "Be careful, this guy is very strong."

The young **** in the wilderness glanced at Yiyun and said, "Boss, do you also care about him?"

"Heh, why would I care? It's just that if you can win the game without me playing, doesn't that mean you guys are good enough? Lest others say that you won the championship only because of my light."

"Makes sense."

The young **** in the wilderness nodded and walked onto the stage, while Yiyun, who was behind him, showed a smile.

Seeing his opponent playing, Zhang Lin didn't even look at him, but said loudly to Yiyun: "As a great god, you are so embarrassed to let these little shrimps be cannon fodder to grind my blood? You are not very powerful. Is that right, just watching me take the Eight Immortals Steps and I'm afraid of this?"

"What did you say?" Yiyun's eyes suddenly widened, Zhang Lin heard what he said just now? Not really, his voice is very small, what kind of ears does this guy have?

In fact, where did Zhang Lin hear it? He just saw that Yiyun and the young **** in the wilderness said something, so he had an idea and said it deliberately, trying to provoke him to play, but it was just a crooked fight.

Yiyun was still surprised, but the audience quit. Zhang Lin was provoking the dignity of their idols face to face.

"Fart! You are worthy of making Yunshen scared? Yunshen killed you with a single finger."

"Little hairy child doesn't know the sky is high!"

"The Eight Immortals are a dick, and so can the God of Clouds."

Zhang Lin didn't seem to hear the audience's voice, so he just smiled and continued: "Haha, are you only going to use the fans to show your prestige? If you have the ability to fight with me face to face, it will prove that you are not a great god. Fake name. Of course, if I’m afraid of losing, I don’t care. One fight is a fight, and two fights are also fights, but it’s just a waste of time.”

When the audience heard this, they were even more angry. Isn't this kid too stinky? Simply deceiving! Immediately, someone called out: "What is that **** called, get off! Let the **** of clouds come up!"

"Go up Yiyun! Go up Yiyun!"

The audience went crazy, and the slogan of "Eiyun" resounded throughout the venue, leaving the commentators not knowing what to say.

The young **** in the wilderness was also quite depressed when he stood opposite Zhang Lin. Why did the audience start booing him? He did nothing wrong.

Yiyun looked at Zhang Lin's teeth with a mean smile, and his teeth were almost shattered. Although he would not easily accept this kind of provocation, the audience was simply forced and easily angered. And looking at this trend, if he doesn't play, he will be despised by the audience.

"Damn, it's really cheap."

Yiyun lowered his head and exhaled fiercely, as if trying to vent his dissatisfaction. And then, he suddenly put on a smiling face, and made a gesture to the little wild clientele on the field, which meant to make him admit defeat.

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

"Your analysis is very correct." The commentary next to it also agreed.

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