Because this romantic eye is just a hole, it is considered a goal to penetrate it, so it is not something that ordinary people can do to shoot into this hole. This is also a technical job, which is more difficult than a goal in the 21st century.

Although Xiao Yun is quite good at football, he is still very good at football after all, it is modern football. Compared to this Cuju, it is not easy to get started with shooting.

Seeing that Yang Yong blocked the goal, Xiao Yun had no choice. Although he was experienced, it was the first time he played such an ancient football. Shooting this goal was like a beer bottle with the later Gun God. He couldn't help but want to find a better one, and

A more stable position.

Now is the best position. If Yang Yong can be successfully attracted, Xiao Yun will be nine points sure and be able to get started with one shot.

But Yang Yong seemed to see through his thoughts. When he saw him waving his right foot, he was unmoved and stood in front of Fengliu, as stable as Mount Tai.

In this way, if Xiao Yun wants to shoot, he can only get a banana ball with a red ball, and he will also have to make a turn. This is not very difficult, and Xiao Yun is naturally not very good if he is not sure. Seeing that the other party doesn't move, he knows the opportunity.

Not big, he glanced at Zhang Zishan squintly. I don’t know if this guy was infected by the ball just now. At this moment, he asked Yang Hu to siege and rushed over first, and was on the left side of Yang Yong.

"Okay, that's it?" Xiao Yun's mouth pulled a beautiful arc.

Suddenly, he said to Zhang Zishan: "Brother Zhang, are you looking at you?" He raised his right foot quickly and kicked the red ball that was spinning in the air.

"Don't think about it!" Yang Yong's eyes were clear and his feet were fast. He turned to the side of his body and flashed past. He had just run two steps but no red ball was seen. He was slightly stunned and said to himself: "No, I've been trapped!"

"Hehe, Brother Yang thanked me?" Xiao Yun laughed, flew out his right foot, and shot a "turning the world" at the swaying Fengliu Eye. The red ball quickly shot towards Fengliu Eye.

The position is good and the strength is right. This ball should be accurate, but it was Xiao Yun's first time after all. And just now, because he attracted Yang Yong, his body was on the side of the Fengliu eye. In this way, his footwork could not help but tilt a little.

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"What a cunning guy?" Yang Yong cursed. Seeing that the ball was about to shoot into the goal accurately, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

"Ah—?" Yang Yong just raised his head and screamed. Xiao Yun felt something was wrong. On the side of his eyes, he saw the red ball bounced back with a "splash" on the crossbar of Fengliuyan, facing his own direction.

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"No, did you miss the shot?" Xiao Yun cursed in his heart, his body reacted very quickly, his feet paused, his body rose into the air like a spring, and his right foot wearing Arhat shoes fell into the air, his whole body fell into the air, his whole body was covered with Arhat shoes.

The posture seemed like a falcon culled in the air, pounced on the red ball.

Yang Yong felt a gust of cold wind swept across his face. When he realized that he saw Xiao Yun kicking the air and hitting the red ball in the middle of the night. With a "bang", the red ball that had just bounced, responded.

Flying out, carrying a gust of wind, turned into a long rainbow, quickly penetrated through the "Fengliu Eye". The round Fengliu Eyes still trembled continuously.

Xiao Yun's "Swallow Returns to the Nest" is definitely the most cheerful goal in this game, whether it is strength, angle, footwork, or thrilling.

For a moment, both the literati team and the military general team couldn't help but cheer, shouting and shouting in a constant stream, and the entire training ground was like thunder.

"Haha, good football, Brother Xiao didn't expect you to have this trick?" Zhongjun ran over and said with a festive look on his face.

Everyone can see the power of this ball, so Xiao Yun is not polite to Zhongjun's praise. After all, the difficulty of this ball is indeed extraordinary, and it is not something that ordinary people can do. If he is too modest, he is afraid that others will be afraid.

Do you think he is hypocritical?

"Brother Zhong, you are polite. This ball is just a lucky draw?" Xiao Yun responded in a humble and arrogant manner.

Seeing that he scored such a beautiful goal, but he didn't look arrogant at all, he felt a sudden feeling in his heart. He nodded without saying anything, and was ready to defend.

In this era, Cuju is usually based on one stick of incense, with about two schedules, which is similar to football in the 21st century, and it is also in the second half of the first and second half.

After half a stick of incense, both sides rested for a while and started again.

At the beginning of the second half, relying on Xiao Yun and Zhang Zishan's superb skills, and Zhong Jun and others were also infected by the atmosphere in the first half, everyone was full of spirit, and it was hard to bear to fight with the generals.

The competition on the court was extremely fierce, and the competition was snatched. The military team scored a goal, and the literary team immediately responded. The win and loss of both sides were only one goal!

Almost half of the time went by, and the troops on both sides were almost tired, and the competition for red balls became more and more intense. Zhang Zishan and Xiao Yun were unable to cope with it. After all, Cuju is the most important thing in terms of unity and cooperation.

After all, it was not as good as a military general. After more than an hour of kicking, although there were five or six fewer people on the military general, except for Xiao Yun and Zhongjun, Zhang Zishan only followed behind him with panting and asking him to

If you want to make a "dragon swing your tail", it will be a delusion!

So on the entire court, Xiao Yun and Zhongjun were basically competing with six people from the military team.

In this era, there are many ways to play Cuju in one or several people alone, called hitting Ju; two people kicking each other is called a vain; more than three people kicking together is called a stadium, such as a three-person play and a four-person play.

Unlike the requirements for football in later generations, the number of people is stipulated. It doesn’t matter if there are many people and fewer people.

This situation is naturally not conducive to the literati team. Fortunately, after more than an hour of playing, the military general's foundation is better than that of the literati, but it is not much better. After more than an hour of fighting, he was exhausted and just barely stood there.

Just scaring people on the court, it doesn’t really work.

This situation lasted for half a while, and the scores of the game began to be overtaken by the generals.

From one to one, one to two, one to three in the first half, it was two to three, three to three. Just as Xiao Yun took a breath, Yang Yong reflected a stilt and a red ball penetrated into the air.

The romantic eye turned into four to three! One goal overtake!

"Brothers, they can't do it anymore. Let's beat them together?" Yang Yong deserves to be a soldier in the army. He knows how to boost morale at the right time. Sure enough, the players who were originally shaky, heard this and thrust their bodies and shouted.

With a sound, he started running.

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Chapter completed!