Abandoned Master's Cultivation

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Facing the Young Master Zheng's provocation, Ye Feng was a little shocked, was this still the big tongued retard from before? He seemed to be speaking very quickly now.

The referee's whistle sounded, signaling Song Yuan to start the ball.

"F * ck, don't be too arrogant. If laozi has the chance, I'll kick you to death later!"

"Here you are, soft-footed shrimp. Your grandfather is waiting for you. If you don't kick him, you're not from your mother's family. You idiot! F * ck you!" Young Master Zheng went all out, his mouth full of dirty words.

If it was any other time, Ye Feng would have gone to the bathroom to beat him up in the morning, but now he could only endure it. He originally wanted to disturb the other person's mind, but in the end, his own thoughts were thrown into chaos.

The ball flew over the human wall, it was high and floating, this was not hitting the door, but passing the ball, right at Ye Feng's location.

"Ha ha-ha, good ball!" Ye Feng was overjoyed as he jumped up. Originally, beside him, there was only Zhao Kui who still had a little defensive ability. But now that he was punished, the highest defense team member was only 1.7m or so. They were on a completely different level.

"Lao Hei, watch him." Pei Soong who was inside the human wall shouted.

Lao Hei increased his speed and ran, but unfortunately, there was nothing he could do. No matter how fast he ran, he was unable to catch up with the ball.

Ye Feng had already jumped to the highest point, and just by rubbing the header, he was able to score a goal with the ball. Just at this moment, a pair of dirty gloves flew over, and carried the ball away from Ye Feng's head.

Just at that moment, the scene froze. Young Master Zheng stretched out his body and jumped up high, ignoring his own safety as he held onto the football with both of his hands.

Ye Feng rolled his eyes as he stared at Young Master Zheng and the ball in disbelief.

Both of them staggered and landed on the ground one after another.

The students of the second class sighed in disbelief once.

"How is that possible? That imbecile, wearing shoes that are not even 1.6 meters tall, actually jumped even higher than Ye Feng! "

"Absolutely not. He must have eaten some stimulants."

"We're going to appeal to the sports department!"

On the substitutes' seats in Class 2, a few students were chattering nonstop.

"Good ball, Vincy!" Pei Soong shouted loudly.

Young Master Zheng shook his head in excitement. He was originally from the Mediterranean, but now he had the limelight, his hair was drenched with sweat, following his movements, sweat flew all over Ye Feng's face, it was extremely disgusting.

"Catch!" With that, Young Master Zheng kicked out once again, sending the ball flying across the field. Once again, he successfully countered with a counterattack tactic.

Pei Soong was like a wolf dog looking at a meat bun. He stuck out his tongue, stared at it and sprinted forward.

He finally managed to get the ball down, but in the end, he lifted it up and moved it out of the way.

Immediately after, the referee blew his whistle, causing Pei Soong to explode in anger, "Offside? I'll beat your sister! I am on the same side as their defender, okay? When Wen Xi started moving, I only started off faster. You're a f * * king blind person! "

Fei Loong immediately came over to comfort Pei Soong. Pei Soong was the leader of the squadron, it would be bad if he and the referee clashed.

However, Class 12's counterattack was unsuccessful a few times. Coupled with Zhao Kui being punished, both of them were on fire. They fought ferociously on the scene and never stopped making small movements under their feet.

It was only when the referee displayed a few more yellow cards that the two sides were able to restrain themselves.

After that, they entered a period of fatigue. Class 12 also intentionally delayed it. After getting the ball, they would then start to play in the backfield, not passing the ball.

Ye Feng complained to the referee one by one, but delaying them was also a type of tactic, so the referee couldn't do anything about it.

In the end, Ye Feng scolded him a little. The referee even heard him and immediately revealed his yellow card.

Ye Feng was so angry that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Soon, it was the last five minutes. The players on both sides could no longer run due to the exhaustion of their stamina. Teacher Wu arranged his troops and changed five players in a row.

A high school football match is different from a regular football match.

Class 12 wanted to change as well, but it was a pity that the substitutes' seats were empty. There was only Jiang Wuchen, and his ankle was injured.

"Everyone, hold on for the last five minutes." Pei Soong sweated profusely, his voice becoming weaker. A few students took the chance to exchange for a dead ball, and ran over to the side to crazily drink Ripples and Red Bull.

A few boxes of drinks were quickly finished.

Young Master Zheng also ran over to Jiang Wuchen's side to drink, "Damn, I'm dying of thirst …"

Jiang Wuchen said: "You shouldn't be so thirsty, the appearance of the Internal Strength, your body's condition should be much stronger than normal people."

"Ugh." Young Master Zheng touched his lower abdomen, "It seems to be so, Brother Chen, you don't know, but it was at the beginning, when Ye Feng crushed my leg and kicked my stomach, the result was that something seemed to have been opened, and now I feel very comfortable. I seem to have felt the inner Qi you spoke of."

"You lucky bastard, I didn't realize that you had a Xiantian Dantian sealed. That kick just happened to help you open it. In fact, you have a lot of strength, so you can give it a try and use your big feet to break open the door." Jiang Wuchen whispered.

"Huh?" Young Master Zheng trembled in fear.

The goalkeeper opened the ball and shot it. This kind of situation was not rare in the history of football, but towards Young Master Zheng, he did not even dare to think about it.

"Can I really?"

"Try it and you'll know." Jiang Wuchen laughed.

The players from both teams returned to the sidelines. Five minutes had passed, and it was still zero to zero, so no matter how Class Two accepted this outcome, Class Two would not be able to win. This time, Teacher Wu would take the final gamble and all the midfielders and vanguards would enter the field.

Ye Feng was also fighting with his life on the line. At this moment, the soccer ball had reached his feet, and once again, it swung with one leg, shaking off a defender and shooting at a target.

Lao Hei jumped up to make up for it.

Ye Feng faked a move and shook Lao Hei off. He did not choose to shoot and instead gave his ball to Song Yuan.

The last kick landed on Ye Feng's leg, he was already standing outside the restricted area, and immediately shot with his foot, choosing to hit the dead angle of the goal with this kick.

In the end, Pei Soong threw caution to the wind this time and actually used his body to block the ball to the bottom line, a corner ball!

This time, everyone from Class Two was crowded into the restricted area, including the goalkeeper. There was only one minute left until the match, so this was the last chance.

Song Yuan was in charge of punishing the corner balls. He was under a lot of pressure. He wiped the sweat off his face and shouted as he ran, sending the ball flying high and high.

This time, the ball was close to the corner. The Young Master Zheng nimbly moved through the crowd and immediately jumped up, taking down the football with incomparable bravery.

"Counterattack, counterattack!" Pei Soong shouted, and ran frantically towards his opponent's goal.

Just at this moment, Young Master Zheng thought of Jiang Wuchen's words. Staring at the empty door in the distance, he suddenly kicked it.

Bang.

The ball flew up like a meteor and flew across the field at an astonishing speed. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the ball.

When they were close to the goal, they plummeted and rolled into the goal.