A three-foot-wide tree was broken by a ball!

A hole was blasted out of a foot-thick wall, and the hole was covered with dense spider web cracks, shaking!

If you are more careful, you can vaguely see several sunken footprints on the cement floor!

The powerful force, through the medium of football, has formed a strong and shocking visual effect...

Yang Mingwan's eyes were fixed, and he looked at the opposite side blankly, motionless. Although Xing Chongchong had already walked into the alley and his figure disappeared from his sight, he was still reluctant to withdraw his gaze. The picture just now was repeated in his mind, and his heart was still in a strong shock. For a moment, he was breathing heavily and unable to calm down.

The same is true for the fashionable beauty next to her, but what shocked this beauty was the inhuman power, not the football.

Soon the beauty reacted and couldn't help but exclaim: "I actually forgot to take a photo, what a pity!" The eyebrows were full of annoyance and regret.

But that doesn't matter, because someone appeared again, and it was still a girl and a football player.

This time, Ling Ling appeared. Compared with Xing Chongchong, she was less heroic and agile, but more youthful and energetic, as if she was tall and noble, and of course, she was a young version of the queen.

"High!"

Ling Ling shouted.

The legs were carrying the power of thunder and bombarding the football.

"boom!"

The deafening collision sound radiated from the place where the side of his feet contacted the football, as if something had exploded.

That really heavy sense of power makes people feel that the ground is shaking and trembling.

Under her foot, the football was like a missile, smashing a pit on the cement road and suddenly pushed through the cement. A flash of fire suddenly flashed, and the football had reached four or five feet away in the blink of an eye.

It was not until this time that all kinds of soil and cement slags flew into the air and flew in all directions, with the ground in a mess, potholes and a ditch.

"Bang!"

Ling Ling's figure almost followed the moment the football stopped. She didn't give the football a chance to rest and breathe. She gently buckled the football with her other foot and flew in the air. She rotated 180°. At the moment when her head was facing down and her feet were facing up, she pressed against the football, and the huge force was sent forward, and the football hit the big water tank.

"Click!"

"Boom~~~!"

The big water tank was directly bombarded by the football. But the football continued to cast its momentum, and it pierced through the wall with that remaining force.

The wall shook gently, and one-third of the area was covered with cracks, and many of the bricks, cement, etc. turned into scattered slags.

"Football Superman!" The beauty shouted excitedly while holding her cell phone to shoot the scene.

Unfortunately, the camera pixels of the phone are limited, and it is impossible to see clearly objects that move too fast. The video taken looks very blurry. Except for the first moment, you can see Ling Ling's appearance clearly, you can almost only see a figure flashing, just like a video that has been deliberately cut. At the last moment, Ling Ling was still here, and at the next moment, she appeared on the other side.

It is very difficult for the human eye to barely capture Ling Ling's movements. Can a mobile phone compare to the human eye?

Unless you use a professional camera, there is basically no possibility of shooting.

Unlike her, Yang Mingwan's eyes were gradually hotter, and an emotion called "desire" was growing and sprouting in his heart. After being closed for twelve years, he was exposed to football again, but it was such an amazing scene. However, this also made him have the awareness of "football should be played like this". He suddenly felt that playing football in the past was like a child playing house in a mud, and he could not enter the elegant hall at all. This is the case for real football!

"This kind of football is satisfying! This kind of football is worthy of becoming the world's number one sport!" Yang Mingwan shouted in his heart.

The performance continues!

Next are Mo Yan, Yan Gui, and Long Tao!

Everyone has their own unique skills, and everyone's signatures are different, but everyone's movements are full of power, which makes people instantly understand the true meaning of "violent aesthetics"! That kind of visual shock and enjoyment can't be described by word.

The fashionable beauty who was repairing shoes kept crying, unknowingly clenched her fists, waved her hand and shouted hard, although she didn't know why she called for cheering, and what effect would have on those people, she just shouted like that, for no other reason, but instinctively, that's all.

"Happy, enjoyable!" A very quiet beauty was awakened by them.

It can be foreseen that after today, there will be a delicate and quiet beauty in the world and a domineering and mighty female Han paper!

The culprit Zhou Xing, at this moment, had a smile on his lips and smiled sly: "It's my turn to go on stage!"

I remember that our Stephen Chow was also a substitute for a high school football team back then... one of the cheerleaders! Ahem, the rough idea is that the substitute for the football team was Zhou Xing's loyal friend, so Zhou Xing shamelessly joined the Cheerleaders Detachment Army.

"Hehe, look at me!"

When Zhou Xing plays football, he has a very good deed of playing the game. His aura is really shocking. Before the tiger's back is shocked, he has calmed down Yang Mingwan and the fashionable beauty.

The football was pulled up and sent out high. When the football fell, Zhou Xing turned and rubbed the football with his toes.

"Bang!"

An explosion sounded.

Yes, this time it was a real explosion, not a collision, nor a friction.

Zhou Xing was stunned and had the urge to shout three times: "My sister, I didn't use much strength!"

He actually kicked the football ball with one kick, is it true? Is it true that he lost his chain at a critical moment? Is it true that he was embarrassed in front of a beautiful woman?

Unfortunately, the cracks on the ground were too small and Zhou Xing could not enter.

"Ahem..."

There was no way, Zhou Xing could only pretend to be nothing. He glanced at Mo Yan and the group of people leaning over from the side, and vaguely felt that they wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh. Zhou Xing finally understood the meaning of a sentence, what does it mean to be "it is to do something by yourself and not live." Isn't this?

Forget it, Zhou Xing feels that he really has no fate with it. Despite his super memory skills, Zhou Xing still doesn't understand how this thing is played, just as if it has a grudge against Zhou Xing. Even if Zhou Xing strictly follows the movements explained in the textbook, he still doesn't play this thing. Zhou Xing originally wanted to try it again, but the facts prove that Zhou Xing really has an incomprehensible grudge with football.

Zhou Xing felt quite regretful about this: "It's a pity that there is another essential skill to pick up girls!"

Then Zhou Xing glared at Mo Yan and the others, his eyes full of threats, as if saying: "Don't laugh! If anyone laughs, I can't spare him!"

After that, Zhou Xing led several people to Yang Mingwan. It was still the same person, and the same look, without any change!

But... they became different in Yang Mingwan's eyes!

Zhou Xing asked: "Mr. Yang, how do you think you play football like this? In other words, do you like kung fu football?"

"Kung Fu Football?" Yang Mingwan chewed this fresh word and his eyes gradually lit up. "No, it's the most suitable way to describe it with Kung Fu Football!"

The fashionable beauty on the side said excitedly: "You, are you the legendary martial arts masters?"

He glanced at her and it was a beauty. The beauty spoke, but Zhou Xing couldn't ignore it and said, "It can be understood so."

But the matter is important, he turned his head to look at Yang Mingwan and talked: "Mr. Yang, whether you agree or not, in my opinion, Kung Fu football is a real football sport! Those in the past were too petty! However, Kung Fu football has not yet appeared in the eyes of everyone, because we still lack a coach, a head coach who is in charge of the overall situation! Without the cooperation of you, the great coach, Kung Fu football will lose a lot even if it is born. No, I will never want to see such a big flaw in the emerging football sport I planned. If you are unwilling to join my plan, then I would rather stop the whole plan!" Zhou Xing looked at him and paused: "Because, what I pursue is perfection! The ultimate perfection!"

These words have fully expressed Zhou Xing’s determination! At the same time, it also expresses his importance and confidence in Yang Mingwan!

Of course, the words may be a bit exaggerated, but if it is not an exaggeration, how can we impress the other party's rock-solid heart?

Seeing that Yang Mingwan wanted to speak but stopped, Zhou Xing was a little moved: "Mr. Yang, as a coach who was forced to fall on football, don't you want to stand up again in a more shocking manner? Don't you want to wash away the shame that does not belong to you but is imposed on you? The most important thing is to join this plan and personally promote this plan to make Kung Fu football popular all over the world. Don't you feel that it is very fulfilling to complete this with your own hands?"

It was not until this time that Zhou Xing stopped and waited for Yang Mingwan to express his opinion.

"Actually, I just wanted to say that I accept your invitation!" Yang Mingwan said leisurely.

Zhou Xing choked and had the urge to beat Yang Mingwan. It turned out that he had said a lot of nonsense just now?

Well, since the final goal has been achieved, there is no need to pursue the process. Zhou Xing comforted himself so much.

"Handsome guy, what do you mean is that you are like..." The fashionable beauty gestured twice, "A martial arts master like you want to play football? Kung Fu football like the same as before?" Her tone was full of excitement, so happy that she wanted to cry, and she was looking forward to jumping into the river!

Even people like her who are not very interested in football are so expecting it, and the reactions of those football fans will probably be even more exaggerated.

Zhou Xing did not admit it or deny it, but raised his index finger and whispered: "Shhh... Sigh it down, don't spread it, otherwise everyone will not feel the surprise!"

"Don't worry, I, I, I will never tell anyone!" the fashionable beauty promised with a smile.

But her promise is not effective, only she herself knows. (To be continued...)

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