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The conversation in the box was lively.

The performance on the field was also wonderful.

However, the players on both sides had no time to care and appreciate it.

"Master Commander! Why haven't you given the order yet?" A Qilin team member asked Yang Lu.

"Can you afford to end the game prematurely and disturb the emperor's interest?! Wait a minute!" Yang Lu said expressionlessly.

On the other side, Yuanhui team and Liu Yuanhui were arranging tactics.

"Your Majesty is here to watch the game today. I'm afraid these guys from the Kirin team are a little wary. They will definitely take a sinister route in the second half. Please check your protective gear and be careful in the second half! On the premise of protecting yourself, win the Yuanhui Cup again." ! Come!" Liu Yuanhui said and stretched out his hand again.

The Yuanhui team members folded their hands together again.

"One! Two! Three! Damn it!"

As soon as Team Yuanhui finished speaking, the gong sounded for the second half.

It was the Qilin team's turn to kick off. Except for Liu Yuanhui and Xing Ai, the rest of the players struggled to keep an eye on the Qilin team members, while Xingkong was followed by the Qilin team members who he was guarding.

Soon, three or four Qilin players were standing in front of the Yuanhui team's goal, taking turns shooting at Butcher Zheng.

Butcher Zheng had been able to block it easily the first few times, but after all, the inner strength and physical strength of Ouchi's guards were unusual. Butcher Zheng gradually became tired and moved slowly.

I saw a Qilin player on the right take another shot. As soon as the ball was kicked out, the player felt a black shadow pass behind him.

Looking up again, I saw a young monk in front of me, with Cuju already at his feet.

It turned out that Xingkong had been following him, and when he started to shoot, he quickly ran forward, passed Cuju, and then blocked Cuju.

"When did he get there? Why is he faster than Cuju?!" Before the Qilin player could react, Xingkong passed his defense in a flash, and he quickly followed.

Xingkong, who was dribbling the ball, did not directly attack the Kirin team's goal, but went straight to another Kirin player.

He dribbled the ball in front of the player and made a "Marseille spin" and passed the ball. The Kirin player who was passed felt that he was being played by a child, and suddenly became furious and chased Xingkong.

Then Xingkong took the ball and played with several Qilin players.

Gradually, a scene emerged where Xingkong was running with the ball in front and five or six Qilin players behind him were desperately chasing after him.

Although these masters have great martial arts skills, how can they catch up with Xing Kong who is faster than Cuju?

Soon Xingkong arrived in front of the Qilin team.

The goalkeeper took a stance and did not take the hairless boy in front of him seriously.

Xingkong faked a shot in front of the goal, and when the goalkeeper was in the air, he passed Cuju to his senior brother Xingnai who suddenly followed up.

"Shaolin Tornado Kick!" Xing Hei volleyed a powerful shot. The Qilin goalkeeper rushed to the other side of the goal, but it was too late. In a matter of seconds, Cuju passed through the net!

"The goal is valid! One to zero! Yuanhui team is in the lead!" the referee said loudly, banging the gong.

There was a burst of cheers on the field.

"pretty!"

"Well done Xiao Xingkong!"

"Team Yuanhui wins the championship!!"

"..."

Several Qilin players who were following Xing Kong on the field were exhausted and bent over, breathing heavily.

"A bunch of trash! Is it so difficult to kick that broken thing into the opposite goal!" Yang Lu signaled the goalkeeper to kick Cuju over.

When Cuju came to Yang Lu's feet, the field suddenly became quiet.

You must know that this is the first time he has encountered Cuju since the Yuanhui team’s Cuju competition started!

Little did he know that this was the only time Yang Lu encountered Cuju in his life.

Yang Lu didn't say much after catching the ball and went straight to the Yuanhui team's goal!

"Yang Lu is moving!!" Song Huizong shouted in the box.

I saw Yang Lu pass three defensive players in succession with a few unpretentious dribblings. Just after halftime, Yang Lu raised his left foot high and then kicked Cuju with all his strength. Cuju's boot made a semicircle arc. Line, Cuju came out!

"Viper kick!" Yang Lu shouted loudly!

I saw a black flame igniting on the Cuju, which seemed to cut through the space and let out bursts of cold wind. Like a black viper, it vomited a message and headed towards Butcher Zheng in front of the door!

"not good!"

Liu Yuanhui shouted and chased Cuju with 100% of his magical power.

He originally wanted to lift the Cuju up, but the Cuju was moved too fast, and Liu Yuanhui got sidetracked when he accelerated with all his strength.

"Brother Zheng! Get out of the way!" When Liu Yuanhui shouted, Butcher Zheng had already stretched out his hands to push him forward.

I saw the Cuju rolling rapidly in front of Butcher Zheng’s hands, and in an instant Butcher Zheng’s insulating leather gloves were burned to ashes.

His hands were burned by the black fire and he couldn't hold on anymore. He put them down, and then Cuju hit Butcher Zheng directly in the stomach!

The protective gear on his stomach was also burned through, and Zheng Butu, who weighed nearly 400 pounds, was knocked to the ground. Cuju fell into the goal at this moment.

After half a minute of silence, the referee's gong sounded from the sidelines.

"The goal...the goal is valid! One to one draw!" the referee shouted.

Applause and discussion ensued from the field.

"What a simple thing! What a bunch of rubbish!"

Yang Lu, who was in midfield in the distance, turned around and scolded the other members of the Qilin team.

Liu Yuanhui quickly ran towards Zheng Butcher in the goal.

"Brother Zheng! How are you?!" Liu Yuanhui asked.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Butcher Zheng coughed a few times and said, "Brother Liu, I'm fine, but my hands are a little burned. Thanks to your feet, which reduced the intensity of the blow, and the protective gear to protect me, otherwise That shot would have seriously injured me even if I didn’t die!”

Liu Yuanhui and Xing Ai helped Butcher Zheng together.

"Old Zheng! Can you still persist?" Xing Ai asked.

"As I said, it's just a slight burn on my hand, nothing serious!" Butcher Zheng said.

"Thank you, Brother Zheng! If you have that killer kick again, don't take it hard!" Liu Yuanhui said.

Butcher Zheng nodded.

"This man has such a strong internal force, so strong and evil!" Yelu Feixue sighed.

On the field, Liu Yuanhui brought another pair of spare insulated gloves to Butcher Zheng.

The game continues.