Ultra-intelligent football: Tianlong dominates

Chapter 152 The Barefoot Team's Biggest Variable Qianlong
Next, Ouyang Long obtained the latest data of the five Qianlong players through the video data of the Barefoot team's recent games.

Compared with before, he found that Qianlong and the others have greatly improved their attributes in all aspects, and they are already catching up with Taiji and the others, which cannot be underestimated.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you are indeed a seventh-generation super-intelligent football player."

"It would be great if Qianlong was mine."

Ouyang Long's face was full of envy, and he sighed in his heart, wishing he could take the Qianlong of the barefoot team as his own.

"It doesn't matter, I need the help of heaven and hell for this game. It seems that I need to go to the venue of the national competition in a few days and record the two of them as substitute players."

Ouyang Long looked at the running Qianlong on the screen of his mobile phone, and he began to plan in his heart.

"Xiaolong, are you alright?"

At this moment, Sima Yu'er moved her delicate face closer, hinting not to be too obvious.

This move is clearly to tell Ouyang Long that the time is almost up, if he wants to use it again, it's time to kiss him.

"Boom~"

When Sima Yuer was caught off guard, Ouyang Long kissed her, and then continued to concentrate on looking at the phone, while she stayed by his side the whole time, like a caring and virtuous wife.

It didn't take long for Ouyang Long to fully understand the overall situation of the Barefoot team. The current Barefoot team is like a rising star.

In recent few games of the Barefoot team, although we can't see the overall detailed information, the key every time is Qianlong. He can change according to Gao Xun's mood. It can be said that he is a war machine.

"This Qianlong is really troublesome. The rest of the players are not worth mentioning at all. I don't know if Heaven and Hell will be able to do it. It's God's will."

"I want to beat the Barefoot team, become the national champion, and participate in the Asian and World Series."

With a firm face all over Ouyang Long's heart, he thought silently.

"Uh?"

Sima Yuer noticed that Ouyang Long's mood swings were abnormal, and quickly grabbed his hand tightly.

"Sister Yu'er, I'm fine, you don't have to worry."

With a smile all over his face, Ouyang Long shook his head and said.

"Xiaolong, your opponent in the next game is the Barefoot team. This team is said to be very powerful. Their general leader, Gao Xun, and Jian Oni have a tacit understanding of one attack and one assist. You have to be careful in dealing with it."

Sima Yuer said with a worried tone on her face.

"Sister Yu'er, you don't have to worry. Now I think they should be worried. We don't need to worry."

"them?"

"Of course, it's Gao Xun and the others. We don't need to worry at all."

Ouyang Long said with a confident tone on his face.

"My little dragon is the most powerful and must be encouraged."

"Boom~"

After finishing speaking, Sima Yuer involuntarily kissed Ouyang Long's face, a blush suddenly appeared on her face, her eyes were hot, obviously emotional.

"Sister Yu'er, don't mess around, I'm still young, and besides, we're not suitable."

Ouyang Long's face was full of tension, his heart was full of uneasiness, his throat was extremely dry, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Hey!!!"

"To scare you, if you are still afraid, I will not eat you again."

Seeing Ouyang Long's embarrassment, Sima Yuer covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

"Okay, Sister Yu'er, I'll go back first if I have nothing to do."

Ouyang Long wiped off his cold sweat, and slipped away under control of the wheelchair as if fleeing.

"Sooner or later, boy, you will be my favorite, and no one can take you away."

Sima Yuer smiled charmingly, and thought silently while watching Ouyang Long leave.

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At the same time, in a villa in a group of villas, Gao Xun, Jian Oni and others were all there, and they were all sitting and training actively.

And the smart big screen hanging on the wall is playing the recent video of the Tianlong team and all the teams.

"This Tianlong team is really too strong. Even the Wolves, the last champion team, lost. Are we sure we can win?"

Fei Bao, who was sitting on the sofa, took a bite of the hot dog.

"Snapped!"

"What do you say to be discouraged, with Oni and Gaoxun we can definitely win."

Mao Mao slapped Fei Bao directly, and said with his arms akimbo.

"Uh?"

Jian Oni, Gao Xun, and Kao were all nervous. They were afraid that Mao Mao would spread their anger to them, but it was too scary for her to get angry.

"In the first place, the Army Wolves can't beat the Tianlong team. What are we going to fight with? There is also the Devil's Name team. These two teams are simply terrible."

Fei Bao scratched his head with pain on his face and said.

"Say it again, and I'll kill you."

Mao Mao was full of anger, and when he wanted to hit Fei Bao again, he was indeed stopped by Jian Ao Ni.

"Maomao, it's alright, don't fight Fei Bao, he is right, these two teams are indeed too strong."

"With our current strength, we are not sure that we can win, but if we rely on Qianlong, there is still hope for victory, which means that the key lies in Gaoxun and Qianlong."

Jianoni said calmly, with a calm face.

"Me and Qianlong?"

Gao Xun's face was full of doubts, and he didn't understand what Jian Oni meant.

"Yes, the key to winning or losing is Qianlong. Didn't you find that Qianlong is different from other players, Gao Xun?"

"Think about it, Qianlong can completely determine the amount of energy according to your emotions. His flame shot is very powerful whenever your emotions change greatly."

Jian Oni nodded seriously, and talked eloquently.

"Oni, you are right, I seem to have discovered this too."

Kao looked dignified and nodded solemnly.

"Now the market is full of sixth-generation super-intelligent football players. How could Qianlong be the seventh-generation super-intelligent football player? This is absolutely impossible."

Gao Xun shook his head, saying that he couldn't believe and understand at all. He couldn't believe that the Qianlong he dug out in the warehouse back then would be the seventh generation.

"Okay, let's not talk so much, tell us what you think about the five players of the Tianlong team."

Jian Oni looked at Gao Xun and the others around with a serious face and asked.

"I think their defender Haotian is much stronger than my iron armor."

With a sad face, Fei Bao took a bite of the hot dog and said.

"You are a foodie, and you don't know anything except eating every day."

With a gloomy face, Kao said in a disdainful tone.

"Oni, Gao Xun, I think the five players of the Tianlong team have all reached world-class level. The level of tacit understanding between them is very high. The energy seems to be several times that of ordinary players, and their tricks are powerful."

With a smile on his face, Mao Mao proudly stood up to express his point of view, and at the same time secretly observed Jian Oni's expression, as if waiting for a compliment.

"Well, what Maomao said is good, everything is on point."

Jian Oni smiled, and immediately gave the cat in front of him a thumbs up to show his appreciation.

"Maomao is indeed right, but the battle formation they formed is also very powerful and their variables are not small."

"Their goalkeeper Dragon King has not conceded a few goals in the national competition, and the other four players are all at their peak."

Gao Xun nodded in agreement, and then began to talk about his own point of view, and what he said was straightforward.

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