The Prince of Tennis Super God System

bang!A generation of kings fell to the ground, and also announced the end of the era of Shiratorizawa.

32 is better than 30!

Wu Ye won the fourth game and won the county championship with a big score of 3 to 1.

"Beep! The game is over, the winner, Wuye High School!" The referee officially announced the result of the game.

"It's over?" The audience was stunned, thinking that the game would go on indefinitely.

However, Ye Changfeng's three-point streak finally ended the peak battle of holding jiu.

"Win! Ye Changfeng defeated Shiratori Ze, Wu Ye defeated the king of Miyagi Prefecture, and a new king was born!" Fujiwara roared repeatedly.

"We did it, we really did it!" Dadi Sawamura and Takayuki Sugawara rushed towards Ye Changfeng first.

They held Ye Changfeng from left to right, and there were actually tears of excitement in their eyes, and many people in Wuye cried.

The National Summer League is a goal that the golden generation of Wuye has not completed.

"Seniors, are you hugging too tightly?" Ye Changfeng pushed Sawamura and Sugawara away in a funny way.

He could understand why the two were so excited, but what Ye Changfeng wanted to hug was not the two seniors.

"Ye! Congratulations!" Shimizu Jiexi hugged Ye Changfeng.

Ruanxiang fell into her arms, Ye Changfeng smiled, and lightly patted Shimizu Jiexi's back.

"Senpai fool, don't cry, you won't be beautiful if you cry."

"Disgusting!" Shimizu Jiexi was coquettish for a while, and buried her head completely into Ye Changfeng's chest.

On the other hand, many people in Shiratorizawa also left painful tears.

Niu Dao Ruoli was still paralyzed. He lay on the floor and didn't get up. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"Everyone gets up, cry no matter what, the strength is not as good as the opponent, there is nothing to say. When I go back to practice, there is still Chungao, I won't just forget it." The old man Jiujiang scolded.

The surface is still the same, but only he himself knows that he is still in shock inside.

After the game, the audience was still reluctant to leave, in order to watch the awards on the spot.

Ye Changfeng swept the mvp of the county competition, the best main attacker and the best block.

The hand of winning the prize was soft, but Ye Changfeng felt sluggish.

Niudao Ruoli, known as the three kings of the country, Ye Changfeng didn't feel any pressure on him at all.

"It's really boring, it seems that high school students are only at this level..." Ye Changfeng suddenly lost any desire to dominate the country and the summer league.

Anyway, there is no mandatory task for the super god system. Ye Changfeng threw the certificate into the corner, ignoring the reporter who wanted an exclusive interview, and all he left for everyone was the black back of a No. [-] jersey.

A master is lonely, a master of loneliness, invincible is the most lonely.

Volume [-] Extra Story: Yitian

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Chapter 001, re-entering the new world

To the north of the Central Plains, there is an unknown town. There is a stream next to the town and a mountain beside the stream. It can be said that it is surrounded by mountains and rivers. ∑ Magazine ∈ Magazine ∈ Bug ∑

The hill has no name, there is a temple in the mountain, and there is naturally an old monk in the temple.

Although the mountain is a nameless mountain, the temple is not a nameless temple. There are not many monks in the temple, only an old monk with a young monk.

At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, from the court to the rivers and lakes, although it could not be called a troubled time, it was by no means peaceful.

But all this does not affect the tranquility here. Although there are many swords and swords in the rivers and lakes, they cannot spread to this too remote town.

Similarly, because it is too remote, this small temple is often unnoticed.

On weekdays, the expenses of the temple are basically supplied by the incense money of the donors. When the number of donors who come to ask the Buddha to solve their doubts on weekdays decreases, as it should be, the survival of the temple becomes more and more difficult.

The name of this small temple is Leiyin, which is an inscription written by the old abbot at the time of its establishment.

The original Leiyin Temple was full of incense. Although it was not a city, there were hundreds of monks cultivating here and there. Dozens of cauldrons were cooked together every day, which was quite lively.

It's just that in recent years, the war has continued, and the donors are running around for their lives only to save their lives. The remaining money is barely enough to provide for their own expenses. Naturally, they are not in the mood to pray to God and worship Buddha.

Even if there is no source of income, the life of the temple will inevitably become simple, and finally even simple. When the youngest monk could not bear such hardships and proposed to take the initiative to return to the secular world, the number of monks in the temple began to decrease day by day.

The g-beds of hundreds of people were gradually shortened, and dozens of cauldrons were also sold. The old abbot sat in the first place and calmly invited the monks to eat the last meal. After the meal, he huddled on the futon and faced the Buddha alone. The bronze statue stared blankly all night, when dawn dawned, the old abbot finally sat down, and I don't know whether it was starvation or the end of the deadline.

The monks felt a lot more relaxed without the so-called abbot. They sold all the valuable items in the temple and left, including the Buddha statue that they revered like a god on weekdays, and even the old man. The remains of the abbot also had some ideas, and they were thinking about whether there would really be relics in the ancient books.

But in the end, their idea was not realized. A young monk guarded the remains of the old abbot. He was the only disciple of the old abbot. If there were no such accidents, he would be the next abbot of Leiyin Temple. He has never been proud of this, and usually treats people gently with a smile on his face, but that day his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he looked like a devil in front of his brothers.

The monks thought about it for a long time, and seemed to think that doing so would inevitably add karmic obstacles. In addition, when the old abbot was cremated and buried, there was no so-called Buddha's light shining in the remaining ashes. Naturally, no one believed in the so-called relic. 's rumors.

The old abbot's disciple became the last monk on the mountain, and naturally, he became the new abbot.

The new abbot quietly cleaned up the temple alone, opened a few plots of land in the courtyard, planted some small vegetables, chopped trees and chopped firewood on weekdays and went to the town to exchange some rice grains. Although life was hard, it was clean.

The days are neither salty nor light, spring and autumn come, some things have not changed, some things have changed.

The little monk at the beginning gradually grew up, grew old and became an old monk, and the originally bright temple walls began to gradually become mottled, and large pieces of paint dried and cracked from the walls. The plaque of 'Leiyin Temple' also became a cracked wooden plaque.

However, there was one more person in this decaying temple, a little novice.