Chapter 79: Im the one you cant mess with (1/2)

”The head and brother are back!”

Calm iron skeleton, with a loud shout, suddenly became boiling.

When many disciples learned from Su Xiaomo's mouth, Xiao Shiji, the young master, not only won the championship, but also several top brothers who won the top three.

As a member of the martial arts, I naturally value this honor!

”Hey.”

Qiu Liuwanshi leaned in front of the dining room and muttered, ”It was so easy to get them conditioned for weight and weight, only a few days before I lost a lot of weight.”

”Head, what is this man to do?” Xiao Xin said, carrying the comatose night star.

Xun Jun often laughed and thought for a moment: ”Place it in the Medicine Pavilion first.”

Xiao Xiao had been ordered to sin and walked into the Medicine Pavilion and left Ye Xingchen on the ward. He was about to leave, and he heard the man almost like a nightmare: ”I will go against the sky ...”

unbelievable?

God owes you money?

Xiao Xiao thought that he was talking in a dream, ignored it, and turned away.

Uh ...

Yan Yan on the field.

Many disciples stared at a black and white sphere with big eyes and small eyes, puzzled: ”Brother, what is this?”

Su Su Xiaomo laughed: ”This is called Happy Football. It was brought out by the manager. It is said that kicking every day can not only cultivate sentiment, but also improve foot strength.”

A disciple leaned over, looked at the small print on the football, and read: ”In the 2018 World Cup final, the China Men ’s Football Team defeated the Brazilian men ’s football team ’s special ball.”

”Brother, what do you mean?”

”I do not know either.”

Wu Su Xiaomo waved and said, ”Everyone goes away, I will give you a kick.”

”it is good!”

Everyone hurried back.

Su Su Xiaomo took a few steps back, run-up, and shot hard, but listening to the sound of “咻”, the ball blasted off and hit the exterior wall severely, showing a sunken crack.

Striking his foot is comparable to the vigorous King Kong foot in Shaolin football!

”Pap.”

Wu Su Xiaomo clapped her hands and said, ”How?”

”Amazing!”

”Brother, you just kicked it, at least you can do it!”

The disciples marveled.

I deserve to be a football of 8018 that withstood such a high level of strength, but was bounced back, without breaking or deforming.

Uh ...

Xun Jun often laughs and spends 10 points to buy a happy football, so that the disciples can kick when they are okay, the purpose is to train tacit understanding.

The next day.

I changed the performance martial arts ground into a simple football field. After telling the disciples, they were divided into two teams and started to compete.

”My face hurts ...” Ye Xingchen, who was lying in the Medicine Pavilion, woke up, touching her face subconsciously, her eyes suddenly became cold.

He faintly remembered that he seemed to be hit by a flying weapon and was unconscious.

I hate it!

Hit me, night stars.

The generation of Wu Emperor who once dominated the mainland would be overshadowed by a hidden weapon!

I took a short break. He got up hard, then looked at the environment, and murmured, ”Is it saved by others?”

”do not care.”

”Leave this place first, find a spiritually rich place of celestial blessing, start practicing, and strive to enter Wudi as soon as possible.”

Ye Yexing opened the door with a creaking sound, but before she got out, she heard the sound of 嘭 ,, the whole face was hit by football, and she fell straight to the ground.

”Li Fei!”

Su Xiaomo on Yan Yan Wu field shouted, ”How do you pass the ball!”

Disciples howling Li Fei scratched their heads and said, ”Brother, the first time I kicked, I haven't found the right head.”

”Go and pick up the ball!”

”Okay!”

飞 Li Fei hurriedly retrieved the ball.

Ironbone disciples kicked off again and again, although it seems that even the amateur team is not worth it, but they have made several pulses and the kick is very strong!

”Yeah ... hate ...” Ye Xingchen stood up, covering her face, indignantly: ”Another secret!”

”嘭!”

Football once again flew into the Medicine Pavilion at a tricky angle, directly banging on his forehead, and the man fell straight again.