When Zhao Yang said this, he couldn't help feeling a sense of pleasure.

Indeed, from the beginning to now, it has been nearly twenty minutes. He has been extremely frustrated until the mid-term of this qualifying match. His ADC Obama has never found a chance to play, and his KDA data is also quite bleak. Instead, the limelight has been being seized by the damn assist Nami.

This made him, who was already extremely arrogant and arrogant, unable to bear it.

More importantly, his identity is a senior of Feng Tao, Lin Feng and others, and he is also a main ADC player of the team of Shangcai E-sports Club. He originally said that he would show off his black rankings to the Internet Cafe.

Oh yes, by the way, you can also show your skills in drilling 2-segment in front of two girls to win a lot of worship.

What's the result now?

The current situation is completely different from what he expected!

That damn assist Nami has been showing off all the time. She stole so many heads from the bottom lane and then joined the jungler wine barrel to join forces with the jungler, and she actually brought the rhythm up inexplicably!

Zhao Yang is not without eyesight.

He could naturally see that someone's assistant Nami was indeed playing very well.

But the more this happens, the more unhappy he feels, even annoyed, and he has a vague attitude of jealousy.

And now...

Finally, he found an opportunity to vent.

“Eh?”

"Am I?"

Lin Feng, who suddenly became the target of the spearhead for no reason, looked confused and pointed at himself.

Zhao Yang curled up a sarcastic curve: "Yes, you, Nami's rhythm is very good, you have played 6 times in the assist. Now the situation is stiff, so you can't think of any more solutions?"

Shen Zhuang couldn't help but speak for Lin Feng:

"Senior Zhao, what you said is unreasonable."

"Fengko, a supporter of Nami, was originally used to protect and fight back. How could she take the lead?"

Even Shen Zhuang, who was in the golden section, knew this truth, so Zhao Yang naturally would not be unclear, but at this time he was going to deliberately make things difficult for Lin Feng, looking at someone with a bit of playful and provocative look, and continued:

"It may not be possible for ordinary people."

"But the 6-year-old Nami of Lin Feng is definitely different from the general assistant, right?"

"Tsk tsk, is there really nothing we can do?"

Tang Bingyao couldn't help it anymore, and looked at Zhao Yang like a weirdo, only to think that such a guy was really unreasonable.

It’s obvious that everyone is playing the rankings together.

There is no good solution when you are in a deadlock. Shouldn’t you work harder to come up with a solution?

Why did this person even provoke Fengzi? It seemed that if Fengzi had no solution, it would make his face shine...

Can you be proud of this?

Shaking her head, Tang Bingyao felt that she could not understand the mentality and thoughts of such a person at all, but then she looked at Lin Feng, her eyes filled with unreasonable trust.

Anyway, at least she knows one thing

That is, in the League of Legends game, there is absolutely no problem that Fengzi cannot solve!

...

"Um."

"Then I'll look for opportunities."

Finally, Lin Feng grabbed his hair and said this.

The tone was still very casual, but it fell into Zhao Yang's ears, but it only made him sneer without any concealment and sarcasm:

Looking for opportunities?

OK, then wait for you to "find an opportunity".

He was sure that Lin Feng's answer was just an excuse to maintain his good looks. After all, it would be unrealistic for a supporting hero like Nami to start a beautiful team battle in such a situation.

Not to mention those passers-by king assists from the National Telecommunications First National Server, even the top professional assist players may not be able to easily break this deadlock!

The game time is over 20 minutes.

The purple party legion began to push back in the middle, and the soldiers slowly pressed in front of the blue party's second defense tower.

The opponent's jungler blind monk and support Thresh stood in the front row of their own legion formation, constantly looking for opportunities to try to get one first. Riven, the top laner, held a [Telection] in her hand, so she kept leading the line on the road.

With four-one point push, now solo, Shen Zhuang Alchemy still has no chance of winning between the top-lane heroes of both sides, especially the Alchemy's [Telection] has not cooled down yet, so she can only follow the large army to defend the tower in the middle.

So the situation seems a bit passive for the Blue Army.

Qiu Le was a little anxious:

"Grass, this won't work!"

"We will be taken away by Riven on the other side of the road."

"The 5V4 in our middle lane is still being restrained, so we must take the initiative to find an opportunity to start a group!"

Feng Tao frowned tightly:

"If I can't cut the rear mouse and can't drop their ADC in seconds, the team battle of the mouse will start to run in such a back seat, and we will all explode."

Zhao Yang spoke quietly and seriously next to him:

"I said I was looking for an opportunity, isn't Nami, a junior Lin Feng, looking for an opportunity to take the lead?"

"I have been searching for so long, but haven't found it yet?"

Qiu Le is too lazy to pay attention to Zhao Yang at this moment. He still has to mock him at this time. He has no brains. After thinking about it, he grits his teeth:

"Damn it, I can't hold on like this anyway!"

"I will take my ultimate move first to see if I can blow up the opponent's formation and find an opportunity."

But this is not safe.

Suddenly, Lin Feng, who was quiet beside him, spoke up and gave a little suggestion that everyone was a little surprised:

"Taozi, please stand forward a little later."

Feng Tao frowned at the first time: "I'm still standing forward? The opposite demon can come up and beat me up. If my health is poor, it will be even more impossible to cut the opposite back row."

Zhao Yang immediately seized the opportunity to mock him: "Why, Brother Lin Feng, the solution, you are thinking of is to let our mid laner send it on purpose? Tsk tsk, this idea doesn't seem to be very good."

Lin Feng still had a happy expression:

"It's fine."

"Come on what I said, I should have a chance."

If it were before this qualifying match, Feng Tao would never have bought into Lin Feng's proposal, but after about twenty minutes of side-by-side cooperation, he had already gained a new understanding of Lin Feng's strength and even began to admire him.

So, Feng Tao nodded after hesitating for a moment:

"good."

...

Summoner's Canyon, middle lane, in front of the second tower of blue square defense.

A new wave of soldiers was once again pushed up from a distance by several heroes from the purple party legion. At this time, the mid-lane male sword controlled by Feng Tao followed Lin Feng's advice and walked forward cautiously from the back of the tower.

Almost at the same time, the Q skill "Tianyin Wave" of the jungler of the purple side on the opposite side and the Q skill "Death Verdict" of the auxiliary Thresh shot at the male knife.

Fortunately, Feng Tao reacted quickly and immediately controlled his male sword, Tailong, and moved to the left in one step, avoiding the Q skills of the Blind Monk and Thresh incredibly.

But it's just at this moment

The mid lane Aoji in the purple square opposite, a W skill "Demon Movie Trace" was handed over quickly, and his body pulled out a illusion of afterimage and instantly rushed over.

Bang!

Strike the target man's knife directly!

The blood strips on Tyron's head fell apart!

The auxiliary Nami controlled by Lin Feng, with a lightning-fire backhanded, hitting the Q skill "Bibo Prison" towards the target Ancestor who was moving forward.

The translucent bubble drew an arc in the air and fell towards Leflan. The directional landing point was calculated accurately, and it was about to control the purple square mid-sized single Ancestor.

"Have it!?"

Qiu Le was almost surprised to scream.

But the next second, just as Nami's Q skill bubble was about to control Adam Ji, the mid laner of the purple square, Levlan, immediately opened the second W, and flashed back to the original position hundreds of yards away.

Bang.

The bubbles fell out and splashed on the ground.

Lin Feng shook his head, feeling a little regretful:

"Um."

"It's a little worse."

Updates are available. I went out tonight and came back late... I'm sorry, all my friends.
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