Calm, calm... They have potions! Not to mention anything else, how many people can practice like this if they swallow more than 100,000 euros of potions a day? It would be strange if they don’t make progress! So the facts prove that Rose’s potions are really good! It’s so fragrant! As for the true level of the ghost class, etc.... Let’s talk about it later!

Fantesey's team started well, and there was endless applause. Although the showdown was short, it was full of practical information. The reporters in the stands were desperately writing, and celebrities from all walks of life whispered.

Xue Zhiyu looked pretty good here. The notes waited for the woman to hang around and chattered, and she didn't look disappointed, but Kola enjoyed a heroic welcome.

"Sister Kola is awesome! The ice coffin just now looked so big, it can be broken!"

"Sister Kela, can that ice coffin really freeze to the internal organs?"

Kela smiled slightly, and before she could answer, Su Meir next to her smiled and said, "Yes, Sister Kela was frozen by her good sister, and her heart was cold!"

Everyone laughed. Although Kola is not the strongest in Fantesey, he is the oldest "old man" in the team. He has always had a good reputation. Su Meier is a newcomer and has not been in the ghost class for much time. However, she is beautiful and lively. Such a girl is definitely popular wherever she goes.

Mo Tong looked around and was very excited. He wanted to interrupt but felt a little unable to penetrate. He was worthy of being the woman he admired, and he won so neatly!

"Okay, okay, come here." The captain Fantesey next to him was getting more and more interesting. He was wearing a black suit and had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He was called pretending to be gentle and had no taste, but Fantesey called it growth... In fact, it was because Famir also wore glasses, which was a couple style.

It’s true that the fat man was wearing eyes and his gentle aura came to his face. It was a bit hard to imagine the violent appearance of him when he turned into a Tai Chi tiger.

"We should have someone in the next game. The main force on the opposite side has notes left, Gina, Valaroca, and Chai Jing must also count them." At this time, Fantesey was holding the tactical board with only a few names written on it. Although it was only an internal game, no one wanted to lose. The main force on the opposite side had too complete professions, and they had long known each other's strength. Among the remaining main force on his side, anyone on the side could be targeted, which means danger.

Who is better to go to?

Fantesey was pondering.

"If you still have to worry about this situation?" Mo Tong said with a patted her chest, "Don't worry about whether you let me go or not. If you want to win safely, of course you will be the strongest directly, absolutely safe!"

While he said, he couldn't wait for Fantersey to agree, but he couldn't wait to jump onto the field.

There is no doubt that in Mo Tong's heart, he is the strongest boy in this team!

"It's Motong, Fantesi's team is Motong of the Eight Tribes."

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, I've heard that even the eight tribes are teaching in our Rose Temple, but it's still comfortable to see with your own eyes... I instantly feel that our Rose Temple is even taller and older, are there any?"

"So handsome! I like this kind of active man the most."

"The men of the eight tribes are so handsome, with clear outlines, high and straight noses, just like mixed-race... Heiwukai, Motong, I love you!"

"Mom, I'm not pretending anymore. I'm showing off. I'm just a handsome guy from the Eight Tribes who came to Rose to go to school! Ma Tong, look at me!"

There is no shortage of flower scammers anywhere, and the Eight Tribes themselves carry a "sacred" halo on the Nine Heavens Continent. The faint aristocratic style circulated from ancient bloodlines, coupled with the tall, rich and handsome appearance, have always been the standard protagonists in various folk love legends. How can one show off? The flower scammers have no resistance at all. Moreover, Mo Tong's appearance is actually quite online. According to Wang Feng, if you dig the shit in your mind, you will still have a chance to become a male god.

The stands were filled with joy and lively, and the cheers, screams, and the sounds of flowers infatuated, Mo Tong's feeling became very exciting in an instant.

I have been in Rose for a long time and have been to Longcheng, but I have never been to such a popular stadium. Look at the excited crowds around me and listen to the deafening screams around me. What is this? This is the stage I have always dreamed of!

He wanted to pat his chest hard and let out a manly roar to vent his restless heart, but when his eyes swept to Wang Feng who was standing under the court and whispering to Heiwukai, Mo Tong remained steady.

To be honest, Mo Tong is not interested in this guy's strength or wisdom, nor is he attracted to the cold, but Mo Tong admires that guy's slight pretentious style from the bottom of his heart every time he is, that is really quite stylish, handsome, and pretentious.

Mo Tong always wanted to do this once. At this moment, he recalled Wang Feng's appearance when he was pretending. Mo Tong put away the pride on his face and did not urge the opponent to play. Instead, he looked up at the sky with a calm face with a light wind and a faint angle of 45 degrees...

"I look so melancholy... Are you worried that you will lose the game after a while? I feel sorry for Mo Tong! Touch it!"

"Speaking of this, Mo Tong looks so thin. Is it not suitable for our Aurora City? It must be that he doesn't eat well and sleeps well. I really want to take care of him personally!"
Chapter completed!