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Chapter 834 The Challenge Initiated by Nie Long

The 2:0 record made the teenagers like Racing Santander very happy.

The players in Real Madrid's second team are also the best in Real Madrid's youth training. They are very strong, even stronger than the main players in their own team. On the other hand, the current Racing Santander has no big names. Going, retiring, basically no soul, but this game was completely overtaken by the two youngest players.

The existence of these two players, Ling Feng and Nie Long, showed their formidable strength, and they contributed a lot to beating Real Madrid's second team.

The head coach Portugal is also very happy. With his current strength, he believes that it will get better and better in the next new league.

"Congratulations." Yang Luo walked over and said to Portugal.

Portugal was naturally dazzled without the victory just now. After all, this is just a warm-up match.

"In this game, everyone performed very well, but I still hope that if we have a chance, we can rush to La Liga and meet your main players."

Yang Luo knew that Racing Santander's biggest dream in recent years was to enter the First Division, but unfortunately, the team's strength has never been improved, and there is no way around it.

"Then congratulations to the coach. In the new league, he can achieve even better results."

After speaking, Yang Luo still looked at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng has just arrived here, and I don't know if he can adapt to the life here. The most important thing is that it is such a happy thing to be able to meet his old classmates in a foreign country.

"Those two balls are simply too beautiful. Your strength is stronger than that of the World Cup," Yang Luo said from the bottom of his heart. He can clearly feel Ling Feng's current strength.

Ling Feng shook his head: "In front of you, none of this is worth mentioning. If I have a chance, I would like to play against Ronaldo of your team."

After speaking, Ling Feng looked at Ronaldo who was about to leave in the distance.

Yang Luo also looked back. To be honest, Ronaldo's strength is simply abnormal.

In foreign countries, Yang Luo's biggest experience is that foreigners are several grades higher than those in China, whether it is technology or shooting.

C falls in the practice of long-range shooting every time during training. No one in China can achieve the strength and intensity of the shooting.

Even if other players are not up to Ronaldo's standard, their strength will not differ too much, while domestic players...  

If there are too many, Yang Luo doesn't need to say any more. In short, the gap must be admitted.

"Ling Feng, I didn't hit you. The gap between you and him is not even a star."

Ling Feng had a cold face. He knew the answer very well, but if he had the chance, he would definitely compete. No matter how much difference there is between the two, he will never know.

"Yang Luo, can I ask you a question." Ling Feng's question was very serious, and it troubled him for a long time.

Well, Yang Luo nodded slightly and said.

"Among us, do you have the confidence to beat me?" Ling Feng was very nervous after speaking, and his eyes were fixed on Yang Luo's.

Yang Luo thought for a while, and said a little veiledly: "Yes."

This answer still shocked Ling Feng's heart greatly.

To be honest, there is also an important reason for Ling Feng's desperate contact, which is to shorten the gap in strength with Yang Luo.

There is no need to compare myself and Yang Luo, there is definitely a gap.

In the World Cup, Yang Luo was able to get the best player, which is naturally a symbol of strength, and Yang Luo's iconic heavy bombardment is simply invincible. Just for this alone, he is not an opponent.

In addition, in terms of Yang Luo's body collision, during the World Cup, I didn't see anyone he lost to, and his physical strength was much higher than his own.

But as Ling Feng himself said, No Bi would definitely not know.

Yang Luo has only been in contact with football for a little over 2 years, and he has been involved with football since he was 4 years old. It has only been 14 years now, but Yang Luo has surpassed him in just 2 years. This kind of talent is really amazing.

"Okay, then I get it." After speaking, Ling Feng lowered his head, packed his equipment, got up and returned to the team.

Yang Luo naturally wanted to leave after saying hello, but at this time there was a murderous man standing in front of him, as if he was about to eat himself.

"Nie Long"

Nie Long stood there. He was about the same size as Yang Luo, but his body was much stronger than Yang Luo's.

When he was in the Campus Cup, he knew about Yang Luo, and his record of 132 clean sheets was broken by Yang Luo.

So he has been brooding.

Yang Luo was really speechless towards this Nie Long, didn't he just spoil your virginity, and when he met him, he was like an enemy, as for that.

"Nie Long, what are you doing? There are only three of us abroad. Shouldn't we unite and move forward together? What are you doing?"

Nie Long stood there with a very cold voice: "Find a chance, let's compete."

When Yang Luo heard about the competition, his head grew bigger.

"Also, brother, can we get along peacefully, I'm really too lazy to move,"

Nie Long was expressionless: "Compete with me, and we will live in peace."

Yang Luo was about to go crazy, this Nie Long usually looks very energetic, why is he so brainless.

"Don't you just want to prove that the goalkeeping skills are the best in the world, okay, you are the first, I can't beat you," Yang Luo really didn't want to chat with this guy, he just wanted to leave now.

However, it was discovered that Nie Long stood in front of him stubbornly, and it seemed that he would not let him go if he didn't compare today.

"Are you so persistent?"

"right,"

Yang Luo nodded, looked around, and said: "Okay, since you are so elegant, then I promise you, how to compare, you can tell,"

When Nie Long heard that Yang Luo agreed to the challenge, a hint of joy that was hard to find appeared on Nie Long's face.

"Well, I'll give you three chances. If you can score two goals, then I won't bother you in the future."

"Okay, what you said," Yang Luo was really driven mad by Nie Long, how could he meet such a difficult person.

The sardine court is all too familiar to Yang Luo. It was this court that accompanied him during the day and night training.

Yang Luo walked to the goal, picked up a ball and carried it in his arms, Nie Long pointed to the free throw line: "You stand at the free throw line and shoot."

Yang Luo sneered, is this looking down on me? At this distance, let alone you, even a robot may not be able to calculate the speed and direction of my shot.

Yang Luo didn't respond, took the ball and walked to a position 20 meters outside the penalty area, put the ball down, took a few steps back, pinched his waist with both hands, stretched his arms, stretched and pushed.

"Hurry up, I have other things to do later," Yang Luo shouted over and over while warming up.

Nie Long didn't talk nonsense. Seeing Yang Luo retreating consciously, he didn't say anything, but stood in the center of the goal with his hands outstretched.

Everyone is born with an aura, and this aura can be big or small, and it can be described as strange.

But Yang Luo's temperament actually gave people a feeling that he was invulnerable, as if he had no chance of defeating him.

Yang Luo stabilized the football with both hands, took a few steps back, and suddenly made an impact. At this time, all the players were paying attention to this scene, whether the ball will go in or not.

(End of this chapter)