"Brother Xiao, are you here next?" Zhongjun, who was standing by, cut the ball from the foot of a general, tilted his toes, and with a little force, the ball reached Xiao Yun's feet.

Xiao Yun turned his right foot and gently blocked the red ball into the inside of his right foot. He stepped on the ball under his feet, breathed a sigh of relief, touched the sweat beads on his forehead, and said, "Brother Zhong, Brother Zhang, you know

Is there a story about the Three Musketeers in our hometown, which tells the story of three people fighting side by side. Today we also fight side by side, so that they know how powerful our Three Musketeers are?”

Zhongjun laughed and said, "Three Musketeers, this name is good, very good, very good, it's interesting to play the ball like this. OK, just follow Brother Xiao's words and fight side by side, let them see our Three Musketeers.

Awesome!"

"Yes, look at the power of my three musketeers, let them know that we literati can also cuju and join the army, which is not as powerful as having no power to tie a chicken!" Zhang Zishan said gasping.

The three of them didn't speak loudly, but they had already arrived at Yang Yong's stadium, so Yang Yong also heard this clearly, laughed and said, "Three Musketeers, OK, today Yang will see the power of your Three Musketeers!

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Xiao Yun said, "Okay, then I'm not polite?" After saying that, his right foot gently turned on the red ball. The red ball was forced by force and whirred around. Xiao Yun moved his toes and turned with the ball.

From later generations, where did Beckham learn the footwork, and his figures accelerated, and the wind passed through the two generals and players like a wind.

"It's not that easy to beat us?" Yang Hu gritted his teeth and rushed up.

Xiao Yun turned his feet and the red ball quickly sank into his feet. When Yang Hu rushed over, Xiao Yun turned his body to the side, and when the red ball landed on the moment when the red ball landed, he hooked slightly, and the red ball flashed. Yang Hu only felt his eyes.

With a flower, the red ball fell in front of Xiao Yun.

"Dribbing the ball on the heel? This kid's ball skills are really superb?" Yang Hu was stunned. When he remembered to intercept, Xiao Yun had already run far away.

After getting rid of Yang Hu, Xiao Yun felt happy and said to himself: "The opportunity is here!" Just as he was about to fly towards him, a gust of cold wind swept across his face, followed by a flash of figure, and a figure blocked Xiao Yun like a mountain.

In front of me, I don’t have to look at it and know that the person coming was Yang Yong.

Yang Yong spread his hands and blocked Xiao Yun's way with his feet, and sneered: "Brother Xiao, I have to say that your football skills are very good, but it's a pity that you are a little tender. It's not that easy to score a goal. You have to pass me first.

This level!”

Xiao Yun smiled and said, "I'm worried that this ball will come too easily. Since Brother Yang is here, I'm not polite?"

"Hmph, stop talking big, use any skills, right?" Yang Yong said.

Xiao Yun stopped answering, dribbled the ball around and went around, and followed the fake moves of later generations, and did several things, but unfortunately he could not deceive Yang Yong.

"A trick!" Yang Yong said this with disdain.

"Damn, so arrogant? It seems that I have to use a trick?" Xiao Yun murmured in his heart. Although he is a novice for Cuju, this thing that has been developed for thousands of years has also been passed down to later generations, and the rules are

The methods are similar. Xiao Yun has more people than this era. The experience of football stars is the ones. Beckham, Kaka, Barcelona, ​​Ronaldo's footwork is flexible and changeable. Yang Yong has no face at all.

After seeing this, I was secretly surprised and didn't dare to relax at all. I knew that everything would change. As long as I kept Xiao Yun's feet, what if I didn't care about his changes?

So he was extremely stable in the lower plate, and his body followed Xiao Yun and left and right, as if he was his shadow, always blocking Xiao Yun, not giving him any chance.

"Damn it, don't stick it so tightly, right?" Xiao Yun murmured. Seeing Yang Yong's posture, this ball was probably difficult to break through, so he could only look for an opportunity. He saw Zhang Zishan squintly, but he didn't know what he had eaten.

Shi actually jumped over and ran over, his pace was not slow at all.

Xiao Yun knew that human potential was infinite. A scholar with no power to tie a chicken was sometimes able to lift a thousand pounds. Zhang Zishan's behavior was a bit extraordinary now, and it was not surprising that he could not break through. Since he could not break through, then he would attack him.

Bar.

With a thought, he shouted at Zhang Zishan: "Brother Zhang, catch the ball!"

With a toe, the red ball flew up quickly. Xiao Yun was afraid that Yang Yong would fly to grab the ball. This ball was very careful when he moved the ball. The red ball was pushed high by him and flew over his head.

In this way, it would not be so easy for Yang Yong to come and grab the red ball.

After the ball fell almost the same, Xiao Yun snatched his feet and flew away. The ball whirred twice, and with a strong wind, he fell straight towards Zhang Zishan.

Zhang Zishan also knew the importance of this ball. Although he was panting, he did not stop at all. Instead, he ran wildly. In the end, he ran faster and faster. With his right foot stretched out, he hooked up the red red ball.

A "inverted gold hook" suddenly came, and suddenly a figure flew over, extremely quickly and barely blocked Zhang Zishan's presence.

"You can't think about it with me, Yang Yong," Yang Yong said gasping. He used almost all his strength in one step just now, and was very tired at this moment.

"Brother Zhang, the Three Musketeers!" Xiao Yun shouted.

"I understand?" Zhang Zishan responded and kicked hard. The red ball suddenly flew over his head and flew directly towards Zhongjun. He landed ten feet away from Zhongjun. Zhongjun accelerated his pace and grabbed the red ball in front of him.

Seeing that there was no one in front of him, Zhongjun shouted a good opportunity, and raised his right foot and was about to fly, when at this moment, a figure flew over and flew over, holding his breath and shouted: "You have three musketeers, we can

There are two tigers? If you have any skills, just use them, but I can tell you that the time for an incense stick is coming!”

The person who came was none other than Yang Hu, who stood in front of Zhongjun and gasped.

Zhongjun kicked and before the ball landed, a "Swallow returns to the nest" flew out and said to Xiao Yun: "The Three Musketeers are here!"

The red ball "huhuhuhuhuhu" passed through Zhang Zishan and was falling at Xiao Yun's feet. Xiao Yun put his right foot on the red ball. Taking advantage of Yang Yong's lack of physical strength because of his previous running, Xiao Yun changed his posture and took the lead.

He rushed forward with the ball, and two players rushed over to block the generals. He quickly waved over and rushed towards Yang Yong.

Because he had tried his best to intercept Zhang Zishan just now, Yang Yong was very tired now. Seeing that Xiao Yun was about to rush towards the goal, he didn't even take a breath and pulled out his feet to meet him.

After two people passed, they could already see the goal. Xiao Yun stabilized the red ball under his feet, but his eyes swept towards Yang Yong. Yang Yong's burly body was blocking in front of him, like a mountain. Xiao Yun couldn't help but smile bitterly.

, Is this person really holding on to the green mountains and not relaxing?

"No, I have to think of a way, otherwise, with Yang Yong holding the goal in this game, he will lose until the end?" Xiao Yun's eyes rolled, but he used several types of stars in his later generations just now.

If you pretend to move, this person can see through it. It can be seen that ordinary methods may not be effective?"

"My surname is Xiao, what are you doing? One stick of incense is coming soon?" Zhang Zishan looked at the incense burner in the midfield and it will be burned in a while. If this goal cannot be scored, the Literary Team will lose.

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"So fast!" Xiao Yun murmured, and shook his head and said, "There is no way, I can only use some despicable means!"

The mind was determined, his feet were flying, and he rushed straight towards Yang Yong with the ball. The two were still a distance away, but Yang Yong did not meet him immediately. He just used all his strength to intercept Zhang Zishan. His physical strength had not recovered yet. It would be best to wait for his work.

It's right.

The two were getting closer and closer, and they were about to showdown, but suddenly they heard "Ouch!" Xiao Yun was suddenly tripped by something at his feet, and he flew towards Yang Yong.

Everyone was shocked, and Zhang Zishan exclaimed: "Brother Xiao—?"

Several players chasing the generals behind him were also shocked and said to himself: "I'm afraid I'll fall down so hard?" I wanted to save someone, but the two were too far apart.

Yang Yong was trying his best to guard the "Red Eyes" and saw Xiao Yun rushing towards him. Without thinking too much, he hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out his hands, and firmly held Xiao Yun's arm.

"Haha, Brother Yang, you're fooled!" Xiao Yun laughed, and with his hands, he flew over with the force of Yang Yong's arms, let go of his hands, and to the side of his body, facing the red ball flying in the air "huhhuh"

, a volley!

"Oh, what a cunning guy!" Yang Yong screamed in shock, trying to make up for it, but it was too late.

The red ball, carrying a strong wind, turned into a terrifying robe, and entered the net and penetrated into the "romantic eyes".

"I'm in!" With a shout, tens of thousands of troops outside the field immediately started to shout, cheering like thunder.

"when!"

The bell to end the game rang, and the incense stick of Cuju competition was over.

The military generals scored four goals, while the literary team scored one goal smoothly with Xiao Yun's last trick, but scored four goals, four-on-four. Of course, on the whole

The strength is still higher in the military generals. After a game, the other literati team, except for Xiao Yunzhongjun, Zhang Zishan, could not run, but the other party only lies down and only five people, and there are six more.

If a person is on the court, if he continues to compete, the loser will definitely be the literati team.

Furthermore, except for Yang Yong's four goals scored, the other three goals scored by other generals. In addition to Xiao Yun's two goals scored by Xiao Yun alone, Zhang Zishan and Zhong

Jun is one goal per person, which means that the literary team relies on Xiao Yun and Zhang Zishan to get it. This is not a little bit or two.

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Chapter completed!