"What a grand team of people, they really have a royal style." Zhang Mu thought to himself, but on the surface he was calm and observing the "Royal" group carefully.
The composition of this team is quite strange. Of course, the weirdness mentioned here does not refer to their dress, but their age.
Generally, the oldest participants in the teams who come to participate in such international events are only in their early forties, but the royal family is different. Among them are old men over 60 years old and young men of fifteen or sixteen years old.
"This is really strange. The old man actually came to participate in such a young man's competition. I wonder if he can see the keyboard clearly." The Northeastern man whispered. Anyway, the royal family is a hostile force, so there is no need to show mercy.
"Shh, don't talk." Zhang Mu raised his hand and stopped the Northeastern man.
At this time, a short-haired woman in the royal team suddenly looked at Zhang Mu, her eyes filled with an indescribable hatred or anger.
The woman's appearance is not as beautiful as the country, but she is of high-end appearance. As for her figure, she is very similar to Tang Xuan, and her body is due to long-term malnutrition.
"Brother, she seems to have fallen in love with you, hurry up and say hello." The fat man also noticed that the royal woman was staring at Zhang Mu, so he leaned over to Zhang Mu's ear and said humbly.
"Don't talk nonsense, she is the 'Butterfly King'." Zhang Mu glared back with his eyes without fear.
"Damn, brother, why do you know everything?" The fat man was surprised. Both sides had obviously had no contact...
"Nonsense, in the royal family, except for the "Butterfly King" and "Shura King", I couldn't imagine that there would be such a deep hatred with anyone. The Shura King was whitewashed by me, but the Butterfly King was rescued. This person, not the Butterfly King, who else could it be?" Zhang Mu curled his lips.
At this time, after the staff recommended, the members of the royal family learned that Zhang Mu's angel team was on the right side, and collectively cast their eyes. A burly young man stared at Zhang Mu and tried his best to slap his fat palms, and his whole body was filled with the smell of provocation.
"This muscular man is the 'beast king', the old man is the 'divine emperor', the young man is the 'sifting emperor', the long-haired man is the 'human emperor', the short-haired man is the 'demon emperor'... The short-haired girl is the 'butterfly king', and the long-haired girl is... They are also collectively called the 'Eight Emperors and Ten Kings' in the royal family, and are the strongest existence in the royal family." Xiaozong seemed to have a very good understanding of the insiders of the royal family, standing behind Zhang Mu, constantly introducing the composition of this most popular team this year.
"Where is that expressionless guy?" Zhang Mu asked with a side face.
"This guy is a naive face... I've never seen him." Xiao Zong shook his head.
Zhang Mu called the 'expressless guy' and seemed to hear this sentence. He grinned his lips, walked out of the royal team, came to Zhang Mu, and whispered: "Hello, Twelve-Winged Angel, my name is Xianyun. Please take care of me when I first met." The tone and expression of his speech were very natural and polite, and it didn't seem like he was pretending.
"Hello." Zhang Mu replied politely, but he secretly strengthened his guard. He didn't believe that if he could enter the royal team by just being polite, this person must have super strength.
"Wow! Angel Squad! Twelve-winged Angel Brother!" Suddenly, a voice came from the door. A young man wearing a blue short-sleeved pullover took off his huge sunglasses and walked in with a smile. Then, more than a dozen men and women in colorful clothes appeared behind him.
"What is this team?" Zhang Mu was slightly stunned.
Hearing Zhang Mu's inquiry, the staff on the side quickly explained: "They are the 'Blue Classic Team', and they are temporarily ranked ninth in the popular rankings for winning the championship."
"Hi, hey! Twelve Brother, I wanted to know you early in the morning. My name is 'Blue Classic'. Just call me 'Classic'. This is, this is slim, right? Big Ben! Sister Yese..." Blue Classic is a completely unborn person. As soon as we met, we pulled Zhang Mu and his group to call each other brothers. The eldest brother was long and the eldest sister called me so enthusiastic. Those who didn't know that thought Zhang Mu had known him before.
When Zhang Mu was dealing with the Blue Classic, he found that the young people in the "Classic Squad" who came in the door all stroked their foreheads with their palms, and their faces were full of depression. He wished he could immediately take out a sign and write five big words "I don't know him."
After the Blue Classic, the atmosphere immediately became lively. The teams either watched the fun or studied tactics. The huge competition venue was as lively as a vegetable market.
As time went by, more and more teams entered the competition field. At 5 pm, all the top ten teams in the championship rankings arrived.
Since the official competition started two days later, Zhang Mu did not stay too much that day. After getting to know the captains of each team, he took Deng Jie back to the hotel for a rest. As for the others, Zhang Mu believed that he did not have the ability to manage it, so he simply asked them to do whatever he wanted.
Two more days passed in a flash. In these two days, Zhang Mu never did anything other than eating and sleeping. He knew that when the team competition began, he would never have a chance to rest. There were too many strong opponents on the court this time, and he had to take it seriously.
Two days later, the Angels team led by Zhang Mu ushered in the first team preliminaries after a lottery draw. The opponent was "Tokel Team". To put it bluntly, this is an unknown small team. Except for the captain "Tokel" who is well-known in the strategic map, no one knows the rest of the team members.
"Team Preliminary, first game, Angels vs Tokel, start now!"
With the commentator's shout, the first team competition of national honor officially started-
In the middle of a barren desert, there is an oasis that has long been forgotten by people. This is the map of the preliminaries - the Oasis of Forgotten.
"Damn, why are we so unlucky? We met the 'Angel Team' in the first game. If I had known this, I might as well not come to participate in this game."
"Oh, don't mention it, only two words can express my mood at this moment."
"Defying, isn't it?"
Several Tokel members whispered, their bosses and the army were hiding in the oasis and scanning the surroundings with vigilance.
"Okay, okay, don't say anything, what's wrong with the Angel Squad? They are like us, all ordinary players! Even if there is a gap in strength, it won't be too big. I will follow my command later and defeat them one by one with them! I don't believe it..."
Chapter completed!