"Okay! OK, General Yang is so good?" This beautiful "Dragon Waving Tail" immediately made the players of the generals on the court applaud repeatedly.

Those who watched tens of thousands of soldiers outside the field, including those who loved Cuju. Seeing everyone on the field, the balls came and went, and the people were surging. The joy in their hearts was naturally indescribable. Whether it was the literati team or the military general team, they all shouted.

Okay, the sound is higher and higher, which is no less than the fanaticism of football in later generations!

There are also a few people who don’t like this Cuju, but when they see every move and every move of the literati and military generals on the field, they are all very excited. They are not inferior to the battle on the battlefield, and they also see them in their eyes.

I feel relaxed and happy, and occasionally shout a few times.

"Haha-ha--?" The general on the field laughed and looked very proud.

"Everyone is here to me, there's nothing to be afraid of. Didn't we score a goal just now?" Xiao Yun said with great fear that the literary man would lose his aura.

Although he was not very concerned about the winning or losing of this game, he didn't want to win a good goal when he went to the court, so he shouted very hard.

Zhang Zishan was a little scared at first, but he scored a goal just now, and felt that these military generals who had shown their power in the past were nothing scary. After hearing Xiao Yun's words, he cheered up and said loudly: "Brother Xiao is right. Everyone should do their best,

Whether it is a literati or a military general, we are all the same people. We have nothing to be afraid of. Come on, let them see our football skills too!”

"Okay! Let them see our football skills!" The literati team shouted.

The red ball has a literati team serving again, Xiao Yun returned to his old career, and hit the ball at Zhongjun with a leap. Although Zhongjun is a literati, he has been in the army for many years and is very fond of Cuju on weekdays. He received the red ball

The ball was about to drive forward, and several opponents immediately surrounded him. Yang Hu laughed, but he didn't know what method he used. He changed his left and right feet slightly, and quickly hooked the red ball away from Zhongjun's feet.

, looked up at the goal of the literati team, and laughed: "Brother, it's my turn this time!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yun rushed out and did not dare to be careless and hurriedly returned to siege Zhang Zishan who was rushing over.

The two of them had the first time to work together, but they had a very tacit understanding. They met each other, one left and one right, and their feet were shoveled out at the same time. Their footwork was very fast. Although Yang Hu's footwork was considered good, they were not Xiao.

The opponents of the two masters Yun and Zhang Zishan, swiped each other left and right, and the ball rolled out from under Yang Hu's feet.

Xiao Yun turned sideways and gently taps his toes. The red ball falls accurately under his control.

"Brother Xiao, come on! Give them another goal!" The other players on the court shouted when they saw Xiao Yun get the ball.

There were endless applause outside the venue.

Xiao Yun was not in a hurry. Since the ball was at his feet, he was not afraid. His football skills were first-class and good in the army back then. He had also received a lot of training and was more than enough to deal with these soldiers, so he was not worried about anyone.

Will take the ball away again.

Seeing the ball in Xiao Yun's hand, Yang Yong gave a wink at the three players around him. The three of them understood and rushed over. Xiao Yun smiled cunningly, and suddenly his feet slipped, and he turned sideways, stepped on the ball in the soles of his feet, and walked from the three people like a gust of wind.

A man suddenly passed by in the middle, then got up and kicked for the front foot. His movements were extremely rapid. He looked at the gap and acted deliberately, and he passed through the three defenses like a ball.

The three of them were stunned and looked at each other. There was no trace of a person there. They were already half a foot away, and it was too late to stop them.

With such a ball skills, the audience outside the court only felt that they were amazing and there were endless praises.

"Damn it, it's so wonderful, so wonderful. I didn't expect that this scholar also has such skills, so he underestimated them on weekdays?" said a young general.

Another said: "Yes, this Cuju is no worse than General Yang?"

At this time, Xiao Yun ran wildly on the court. Most of the players of the military were entangled by a nimble literati. No one could escape the dozens of people except the three people just now.

"Haha, the chance is great?" Xiao Yun rushed to the door, and laughed to the sky.

"The surname of Xiao, don't look down on others? If you have the ability, try it!" As soon as Xiao Yun finished speaking, Yang Yong's voice sounded in front of the door.

"Ah, a civil and military showdown!" Among the hundreds of thousands of troops, someone shouted, and the shouting sound immediately started.

"Hehe——?" Xiao Yun laughed dryly, "It's time for me to show off?"

Lifting his right foot, his body leaned forward quickly, and he made an action to take action. Anyone on the field would see that the person named Xiao was about to take action. The literati team shouted in anticipation, and the generals also shouted, but they shouted.

It was just to let Yang Yong stop Xiao's goal.

Of course, Xiao Yun knew Yang Yong's power. In terms of strength, except for himself, I was afraid that no one could break through and shoot the ball from him. He was waiting for an opportunity to wait for an opportunity that Yang Yong took the initiative to deliver it to the door.

"What the hell is Brother Xiao doing? Why don't you take action?" Zhang Zishan, who was running, looked at Xiao Yun sideways, and saw that he just raised his right foot and made a shooting move, but he didn't take action for most of the day.

It's easy to see the ball fall, and it's easy to take action.

Xiao Yun was patient and slowly waved his right foot with his raised. The red ball he had once again thrown into the air. The whirring whirlpool was dazzled.

"This guy is quite calm?" Xiao Yun glanced at Yang Yong and saw that his tall body was just blocking the Fengliuyan. He was quite a man in front of him, and he could not exert his power.

"If this guy doesn't leave, he really can't score this goal?" Xiao Yun murmured.

The goal of this era is not like the goal of later generations. Just use two Optimus Primes and pull a big net. The goal of this era "Wenxian Tongkao" "The goal of this era begins in the Tang Dynasty, planting two bamboos, which are several meters high, and are connected by the net.

The net is on the top, and the ball is used to measure the ball; the ball is two points and the winner is at the corner. Isn’t it a change in Shiju?” This goal is similar to the goal in the 21st century. After the Song Dynasty, Cuju’s goal was not that simple

The shape of the goal is rectangular. The goal is made of red painted wood, with cloud-patterned eaves on both sides, and a pointed ball at the top of the middle. The goal is below the ball. The goal height is the goal of the future generations.

The height is similar, and the goal above the goal is not like the goal of later generations. There is a horizontal bar, but two red horizontal bars. Between the two red horizontal bars, there is a closet in the building now, but the scale is much smaller, and

A round hole, and this hole is called "Fengliu Eye", which is the goal of this era.

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Chapter completed!