boyutpedia Chapter 212: The Team Leader Goes Off To Beat People In Person
Chapter 212: The Team Leader Goes Off To Beat People In Person
Chapter 212
Especially the elder brother, second only to Zhou Xing's enjoyment, being held up by four people, and knocked unconscious by the leader of the opposite team with a wrench.
Then, holding it up to the sky, one knee fell down, and the spine was about to break.
If it hadn't been for the lack of effort in these years, this knee would have to lie in the hospital for ten days and a half months at least, and serious hemiplegia would not be a problem.
It is estimated that he will have to rely on a wheelchair for the rest of his life.
There were shouts of killing everywhere, a flying ball hit the second senior brother's hand, he just threw it away without even thinking about it.
It's a pity that it's still a step too late. The gangsters of the Tofu team will catch and beat anyone who touches the ball now.
Crawling and crawling all the way, Zhou Xing touched the back of the sixth junior brother. He wanted to pull him up, but after turning his foaming head around, he made a wise decision not to disturb his rest.
When he was about to leave, a figure fell from the sky and landed on the back of the Sixth Junior Brother's body.
"Third Senior Brother!"
Zhou Xing's rescue was ineffective and he gave up decisively.
Crawling in the yellow sand, Zhou Xing felt that what he was staying in was not the stadium, but the battlefield, and everyone would use any means to beat people.
The referee was nowhere to be seen, and the team leader actually went off the field to beat someone himself. This is a kick with a hammer.
Think about it first, think about it, and then talk about how to survive!
Above his head, there was a hail of bullets everywhere, and Zhou Xing was crawling around aimlessly, asking for nothing but to linger here for a while longer.
"Get up, what are you doing here!"
There was a vibration from the back of his hand, as if the illusion of the battlefield dissipated, Ming Feng was holding a stick and beating Zhou Xing's arm.
After finally seeing the referee, Zhou Xing quickly stood up:
"Coach, they made a foul and beat someone like this, why don't you blow the whistle?"
"I don't blow!"
"Heaven! Oh earth! Why have you become theirs? Is there still justice? Is there still a king?"
This time, Ming Feng finally blew his whistle.
However, he blew it for Zhou Xing.
After giving a red card, Ming Feng said coldly, "You, go out `◀!"
"You're crazy!"
Zhou Xing couldn't bear it anymore, he didn't know what was the point of Mingfeng doing this, playing a game that wasn't football at all, or playing a game called a football game?
What's the use of these things?
Mingfeng shouted loudly:
"This is a test. If they can't even pass this test, they will never play football again!"
"This is not playing football, this is fighting. You keep your eyes open. Now on the field, does it have anything to do with football?"
Zhou Xing pointed to the cluttered football field. It was mainly his seniors who were being beaten, and the entire Tofu team was the perpetrator.
Not to be outdone, Ming Feng grabbed Zhou Xing's collar and shouted angrily:
"The real game is to fight! It's even more cruel than fighting!"
Tens of millions of people cross the single-plank bridge, and no one is a good stubble.
This is just an amateur team, and their brothers and sisters played like that, even the tofu team, a small role that can't be ranked well.
They can all play the Shaolin team like monkeys. When it comes to the official court, the situation will only get worse.
As Mingfeng said before, football cannot be played by one person. Among the six seniors, the only one who can make a shot is actually Zhou Xing.
And this one, he just knows how to shoot.
In such a short period of time, it is impossible for Mingfeng to teach him too much. To be able to practice one well is enough for Zhou Xing to stand out from the crowd. The only flaw is his teammates.
If the teammates are unqualified, or unable to provide Zhou Xing with a good shooting opportunity, even the best shooting skills are useless.
In this friendly match, the important thing is not how well the ball is played, but whether the big brothers and others can value themselves.
The six brothers from Shaolin all have special skills, but except for Zhou Xing who has been practicing diligently, the other five have almost forgotten their housekeeping skills.
Today, Mingfeng deliberately found an amateur team, the notorious Xishan Tofu team, in order to squeeze out the potential of the big brothers and others. If they don't become dragons, they become adults.
The means are a bit extreme, but it is also the last resort.
Amidst the waves of ridicule from the crowd, the eldest brother gradually raised his lowered head. He had already had enough of all this, and he just endured it for the sake of his family and children!
"What's up with him?"
Outside the arena, Ming Feng was puzzled when he saw the senior brother who started to stand on his head after a disagreement.
"Brother is back!"
Zhou Xing's eyes were shining brightly, he hadn't seen the senior brother practicing kung fu for a long time.
For a long time, Zhou Xing thought that the brothers had forgotten the past and the kung fu he practiced.
Now it seems that I am narrow-minded.
No one has ever forgotten, just don't want to remember.
"What?"
Eldest brother put his hands together and put his head on his head and forget it, but even you are starting to become abnormal.
I can feel it all coming back, all coming back!"
With legs crossed on the ground, Zhou Xing closed his eyes, his hands were hanging down between his legs, and his five fingers were in a state of pinching flowers.
On the court, following the senior brother, the second senior brother put his left hand on the ground, split a horse, put his right hand in front of him, and saluted.
The sixth junior brother was the most exaggerated, with his huge body standing in a slanted posture, firmly fixed in place, saluting with one hand, and dragging the sky with the other.
The third senior brother was in the posture of a sleeping Arhat, with his body leaned back, parallel to the ground, and after clasping his hands together, he fell asleep peacefully.
The fourth senior brother grabbed the goal rail with one hand, hovered his legs in the air, and saluted silently.
Zhou Xing would not let go of any opportunity, and corresponded with his seniors. He stood on the spot, with one foot on the ground, and his left leg raised above his head.
It's back, it's all back!
Needless to say, the leader of the tofu team watched their battle and asked the people in his hands to test first.
Swiping out with his feet, the senior brother listened to the sound and argued for position, and only relying on his head to push himself into the air, while avoiding the attack, he flipped back to the ground.
Tight (Wang Zhao's) followed behind, and another gangster shoveled the ground.
Eldest brother unhurriedly leaped like a fish, and turned back!
When the shoveler slid over, he hit his belly with one head.
The person screamed in pain, the limbs and head, under the impact of the huge force, the body contracted involuntarily, bent like a big bow, and then quickly smashed back to the ground.
Turning over a few times and nodding to the ground, the elder brother quickly cleared the way and came to the football parked on the ground.
He sent the ball to the top of his head, turned his head slightly, and then slammed it at his second junior brother.
The second senior brother was inspired and opened his eyes.
The legs pinch the ball precisely, the whirlwind sweeps the legs with full firepower, and the autumn wind sweeps the speed of fallen leaves, kicking all the intruders away.
After several rounds, wind and waves swept the audience, Qiu and his wife, Huangsha, swept up into the sky, and with one kick, they passed to the sixth junior brother!
The sixth junior brother opened his eyes, stepped heavily on the sand, and then his footsteps became lighter and lighter, and the dust no longer caused the slightest waves. .