Zhou Xingzu kicked the eighth-Taiwanese sidekick.

Flip two times.

The eighth Taibao did not stand up, and several of the Taibao looked at each other and waved his hand to rush up with everyone.

Zhou Xingzu stood firmly in place with his hands on his back.

With just one pair of legs, a storm was set off. Anyone who approached him, without exception, was kicked away.

Powerful King Kong Legs!

Zhou Xingzu silently felt this ability. With the foundation of fighting cows across the mountains and the Nine Yin White Bone Claws, he was not aware of Kung Fu, and he could quickly understand the true meaning of the powerful Vajra legs.

Where he stood, a layer of flying sand gradually rotated.

A pair of straw sandals picked up from the recycling bin on my feet seemed as hard as iron. I took a step and left a footprint on the ground.

A football rolled to Zhou Xingzu's feet, and he was worried that there were too many people on the other side and there was no suitable weapon.

This football was probably brought by a gangster, which can be said to have solved his urgent needs.

"I'm just here to play football today!"

Zhou Xingzu laughed, swayed his legs and kicked it hard, shooting the ball out.

At this time, Mingfeng was standing in a small alley, shaking the bird, and then putting the bird back into his nest.

Although it has not been a long time since I gave the bird a chance to fight, as a man, you must protect it and prepare for battle at all times.

Turning his head, he found that the red brick wall next to him was spraying with words that he would not be allowed to urinate and defecate.

After cutting it, Mingfeng pulled the zipper.

He just wanted to turn his head and leave, but suddenly he turned around because he saw something familiar on the wall.

A can.

A can stuffed with a small note.

Mingfeng didn’t drink today because he could no longer afford to drink. If he remembered correctly, this can was the one kicked away by the trash guy a few days ago.

Times Square is more than a dozen stops away from here.

Kicking the can here with one kick can still hit the wall. Isn't this in the movie?

Mingfeng walked over with the wall, looked at the can in surprise, and took out a small note from the can with his hands. He slowly opened the note and looked at the words written on it.

Dalin authentic, powerful Vajra legs.

That trash guy really kicked the can here!

If this leg strength is used to play football, what kind of game can't be won?

When Mingfeng thought of this, he seemed to have hope to save his life.

He can only form a football team and win the lower level cup. His life is really a turnaround, and it is not a waste of life.

I was excited to pull the can out of the wall, but I didn't expect that the wall, which was already dissatisfied with the crack, collapsed at this moment.

Mingfeng stood in a dusty area, looking at the can, and the garbage man was standing on the street behind the wall. He kicked a football and smashed more than fifty steel pipe muddles to the ground and wailed.

Only ten years later, he was the only one standing.

He picked up the ball: "Call Dad."

"Dad..." Everyone screamed while wailing.

Zhou Xingzu turned around and found Ming Feng standing behind him, looking at him with a dull look on his face.

At this time, the third ring plot task [Hot Blood Street] is completed and the fourth ring plot task [Shaolin Football] is entered.

By establishing the Shaolin football team and awakening the fighting spirit of the senior brothers, you can complete this task.

According to the original plot, the fighting spirit of the brothers has long been abandoned and cannot use their own kung fu.

It takes a transformation to awaken their fighting spirit so that their fellow brothers can return to their position and have the ability to use their kung fu again.

After Zhou Xingzu once again plundered his son's money for filial piety, he found a stall and bought two bottles of soy milk.

Drink one bottle now, and drink one bottle later.

Mingfeng swallowed his saliva on the side, but instead of setting his eyes on the soy milk, he stared at Zhou Xingzu's legs.

"It's really a natural divine power, what a deadly fragrant chicken leg."

"Uhhhh..."

"Stop it and warn you not to spit on my leg, or you will be kicked to death."

Zhou Xingzu kicked Mingfeng aside, and Mingfeng quickly got up again: "Have you ever thought about using your skills to play football?"

"Of course I thought about it, and I also thought about a Shaolin football team in Chengli."

"Shaolin Football Team?" Ming Feng murmured to himself.

In a football team, as long as there is a person like Zhou Xingzu, he will definitely become a strong team.

If every player knows how to do kung fu.

How strong that should be!

Zhou Xingzu seemed to see through his thoughts: "Plus, one has six brothers."

"Invincible Iron Head Trouble, Powerful Vajra Legs, Tornado Legs, Ghost Shadow Grabbing Hands, Lighting Fighting Water Float, and Golden Bell Cover Iron Cloth Shirt."

"Is it enough to set up a team?"

Mingfeng took a breath of air conditioning: "Enough, there are six people in total, and there is one in each key position, which is completely enough."

Although I haven't seen the real person yet, after seeing Zhou Xingzu's powerful Vajra legs, I can imagine how powerful his brothers will be.

As long as the Shaolin football team can be formed, Mingfeng will definitely win the championship of the lower Cup.

When Mingfeng thought of this, he immediately lifted his clothes and revealed his big belly.

On the big belly, the words "golden right foot" are tattooed.

"I am the golden right foot who was the one who was the big shot in the football world back then, and now I am the football coach."

"Are you interested in building a team with me?"

Zhou Xingzu stared at the four words "golden right foot" for a while, and there was no need to show his belly.

"It just so happens that we'll be teaming up."

"I'll call my fellow brothers right away."

"OK."

"But you need at least a pair of sneakers."

Mingfeng's eyes fell on Zhou Xingzu's feet, who is still wearing a pair of straw sandals.

Now Zhou Xingzu has more than 500 yuan in his arms, all of which are filial piety money taken from his sons. This money is enough to buy a new pair of sneakers, but he did not do so.

He made an appointment with Mingfeng to meet tomorrow. In the evening, he came to Tianzaixin Mantou Shop again.

When Amei saw Zhou Xingzu appear, she stopped kneading the dough in her hand and said to him: "Do you have money to redeem your broken shoes?"

Zhou Xingzu spread his hands: "Of course I have money."

"You have money and it's useless. My shoes have been thrown away."

"Take it away?" Zhou Xingzu looked very surprised.

In order to win the love value, now is the time to compete for acting skills.

"Of course, the shoes are so broken that they can't be worn."

"You go quickly. When the boss comes out, you will be scolding again."

Amei lowered her head and urged, hesitating whether she wanted to take out the cleaned sneakers behind her.

Although Zhou Xingzu knew the next plot in his heart, he still showed a disappointed expression on his face. He sighed and turned around and left a lonely back.
Chapter completed!