But just when Hu Qinghe had just rushed forward two or three steps, he was very satisfied with his speed at this time.

But as soon as he raised his head, he immediately saw Ye Fan, who was more than 10 meters in front of him, had come directly to the front of the midline football.

"Why is this guy so fast?"

If Hu Qinghe knew that Ye Fan had only used his two or three layers of cultivation at this time, it was estimated that he would directly fall into the quagmire.

If Ye Fan's cultivation is raised to the extreme, then it can be said that this quagmire in front of him may no longer exist.

After all, Ye Fan had raised his cultivation to the extreme, and the surrounding air would be shaking wildly because of the highly compressed true qi in his body.

In that case, this huge quagmire in front of him would be directly evaporated by these true qi.

At this time, the shock in Hu Qinghe's heart was incomprehensible.

But at this time, when he saw Ye Fan, he didn't move when he came directly to the football, and he was immediately happy.

Just now, he saw Ye Fan move a little stiffly, and the football under his feet.

However, Ye Fan didn't immediately kick the football under his feet, but looked up at the surrounding Quartet.

This suddenly made Wu Qinghe happy again.

He obviously saw that Ye Fan didn't seem to know how to play football.

In fact, Hu Qinghe, he guessed completely correctly.

In the Ancient Immortal Realm, it can be said that everyone is usually busy cultivating when they have time, where will there be other activities like playing football and basketball.

So Ye Fan only watched some football games on TV, but he just swept them away and didn't pay much attention to them at all.

At this time, although Ye Fan came directly to the football with his own style.

But the next moment, Ye Fan frowned, because he didn't know what kind of football was playing.

Ye Fan flicked the football with his foot a little stiffly, and then he found that it didn't seem so easy to control the football flexibly and like a TV with his own cultivation.

And when Ye Fan raised his head, he saw Hu Qinghe, who had already rushed directly in front of him with Yang Fengya on his back.

Ye Fan naturally wouldn't let Hu Qinghe get the football at his feet.

However, he knew that if he ran straight forward and dribbled the ball like he did on TV, he would not be able to cooperate at his own speed and stick the football to his feet all the time.

Of course, Ye Fan can also use his true qi to only suck the football on the surface of his feet.

But in that case, if it is captured by the camera, it will inevitably have an impact on Luo Mengyu.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan directly raised his feet, and kicked the door frame of Hu Qinghe on the opposite side, the team where the interlocutor was, and the door frame was kicked over.

Everyone heard a loud bang.

The sound was like thunder in the sky.

Immediately after that, everyone was surprised to find that when Ye Fan's feet directly touched the ball, the ball was suddenly like a deflated ball.

Crossing an arc, he flew over the railing at the top of their goal.

When his foot hit the football, Ye Fan suddenly knew that he had just kicked the ball directly due to excessive force.

At this time, the people around suddenly gasped one by one.

"How can this guy's feet be so strong that he can kick a football with one kick. ”

Anyone who has ever played football knows that although football looks like a thin layer of skin, in fact, good football is still very strong.

Even if a big foot is kicked directly from one side of the court to the other side of the court, it will not be easily kicked.

And just now, they saw that Ye Fan didn't use the posture of rushing at all, but directly plucked onions on the dry land in situ, and kicked the football.

And it was this kick that directly kicked the ball skin into a big hole.

Even when the ball was flying, there was a sharp sound of internal gas squeezing out.

How can this not make everyone open their mouths wide and their eyes full of disbelief and jaw-dropping.

, and the viewers in front of the TV and the computer, one by one, also shook their heads and smiled bitterly.

"This guy doesn't seem to be able to play football, he only uses brute force, but even the way he uses brute force is very charming. ”

"I have to say that I originally thought that this guy was just a silver-like wax gun head, but I didn't expect that there was still some strength under his feet, although his movements were not very skillful, but it seemed that he had the courage to join the Shenzhou star team, and he did have his confidence. ”

Gradually, some people have begun to stop mocking Ye Fan.

At this time, when Ye Fan saw that the ball had broken a big hole and directly turned into a broken ball skin and flew out, Ye Fan immediately knew that if he played the ball next time, he had to make it a little smaller.

A staff member on the shore originally wanted to chase the rotten ball kicked out by Ye Fan and pick it up to continue the game.

But when he saw the ball when he rushed forward dozens of meters from the shore, he didn't mean to lower it at all, but continued directly, showing an angle to the ground, and threw it directly upward.

Especially soon, the football directly crossed the wall of Shenzhou Film and Television City, and when it flew to the edge of the sky, the staff of the interloper had to shake his head helplessly and ran to the big bucket with the ball on the other side.

He also saw that Ye Fan's kick just now could be described as powerful and heavy.

Even if he rushed out and picked up the ball, it was estimated that the ball would not be usable.

Hu Qinghe, who rushed directly from Ye Fan's side and originally wanted to intercept the ball directly at Ye Fan's feet, turned around and saw that Ye Fan actually drove the ball directly out of his goal, and suddenly looked at Ye Fan's gaze, and a look of contempt flashed.

When he walked back to Ye Fan's side, he couldn't help but taunt.

"Boy, playing the ball isn't just brute force. I'll admit that you have some cultivation, but this football game is not a football game that can be won with cultivation. What he needs is skill, you know?"

"You play football for a few more years, and then come back and play against me Hu Qinghe, trash. ”

After speaking, Hu Qinghe directly carried Yang Fengya on his back and walked to his ball doorway.

Ye Fan kicked the goal out of bounds, and this next serve belonged to Hu Qinghe's goalkeeper.

And Hu Qinghe planned to let the goalkeeper hand the ball directly to his feet for a while, and then he wanted to charge with all his strength and send the ball directly into Ye Fan's goal.

He wants Luo Mengyu and everyone here to know that he, Hu Qinghe, is the winning general in this quagmire football game.