No one expected that the tennis ball would bounce back after hitting the stone pillar and slam into Zhang Bin's lower body!

It's so weird!

"Ah...... Ah......h

Zhang Bin covered his lower body on the spot, curled up on the ground, his face was distorted, his face was as white as paper, beads of sweat the size of beans slipped down one by one, and he screamed like a pig.

The strength of this ball is actually similar to the ball that smashed at Zhao Jing just now, but a man is no better than a woman, and his life is hit by violence, and that kind of pain is worse than death!

Everyone was stunned, and one after another frightened eyes fell on Zhang Bin, no one made a sound, and was speechless for a long time, only Zhang Bin's screams echoed in the entire tennis hall.

"Fog grass, everyone copy guys, fuck it!"

Manager Niu was the first to react, jumped up on the spot, greeted the waiters, and took the lead in rushing towards Yang Xiaoqian with a racket.

"Bastard!

Zhang Bin breathed a sigh of relief at this time and stopped Manager Niu sharply.

The cattle manager and the waiters were all disgraced, so they didn't rush forward.

The audience was silent, and all eyes were focused on Zhang Bin, waiting for him to say something.

Zhang Bin was tyrannized and no longer looked like a human being, his mouth was blooming, his nose was flattened, and his pale face was covered with bloodstains, as terrifying as a demon crawling out of hell.

I saw him get up from the ground with difficulty, his bloodshot eyes staring at Yang Xiaoqian like a demon, as if he was looking at a dead man!

To everyone's surprise, he didn't go crazy and angry.

Instead, two cold words were squeezed out from between his teeth: "Good ball!"

Many women present couldn't help but shudder when they heard this!

"Really? Great, thank you Brother Zhang for the compliment! Hehe, this is not Brother Zhang, you have taught well!"

Yang Xiaoqian was overjoyed, scratching his head and smiling harmlessly, not feeling that there was anything wrong with tyrannizing Zhang Bin like this.

The corners of everyone's eyes twitched fiercely, and many people looked at Zhang Bin with sympathy, and they all felt pity for him that he had met such a superb opponent.

"Then I'm starting to send the fifth ball? Brother Zhang, you have to be very careful! My last ball may hit seventeen or eighteen parts of your body one after another, you have to be very careful!"

Yang Xiaoqian looked at Zhang Bin with a worried face and admonished earnestly.

Fog grass!

One ball can hit seventeen or eighteen parts of the opponent's body one after another!

Nima, do you think you hit a ball like a cruise missile with an automatic tracking system?

Silly bite!

Who is paralyzed and has time to play with you children!

Manager Zhao Jingniu and the others looked at Yang Xiaoqian with a look of neuropathy, and the foul words in their hearts rushed to Yang Xiaoqian like a tide.

The onlookers frowned and shook their heads, all thinking that Yang Xiaoqian Rao Xing hit Zhang Bin a few times, and he didn't know that he was full of nonsense.

Only Fang Tongtong's beautiful eyes were shining brightly, and he looked at Yang Xiaoqian expectantly, waiting to see him show his miraculous skills.

If someone else said that, she would have thought it was nonsense.

But Yang Xiaoqian is different.

He had given her shock after shock.

Since he dares to say so, nineteen, eighty, nine can do it!

"Poof!"

Zhang Bin was so angry that a mouthful of old blood spurted out on the spot.

"Oh, Brother Zhang, why are you vomiting blood? I think if we don't play ball, you should go to the doctor first?"

Yang Xiaoqian was startled and asked with a worried face.

"What the hell am you, I've vomited blood several times, and you just found out? I paralyzed Lao Tzu so many balls, which made Lao Tzu lose face, do you want to take the opportunity to leave?

Zhang Bin was scolding frantically in his heart, and he had already seen through Yang Xiaoqian's tricks.

There is also the last ball, he must persevere, and when it is his turn, he must return it a hundred times!

Poor Zhang Bin, until now, he still thinks that Yang Xiaoqian hit him by luck!

If he is out of the way, he will not believe in the evil, why should a little peasant who is as lowly as a dog be so lucky!

Malegobi!

Why!

Lao Tzu is not convinced!

Lao Tzu wants to kill him alive!

Zhang Bin seems to have calmed down, but he is actually on the verge of losing his mind!

He has already decided, when it will be his turn to play, he wants to change the rules, each person will serve ten balls, he does not believe in his ball skills, coupled with the special racket, ten balls in a row can not overturn a lowly little farmer like a dog!

He was not afraid to kill the little peasant on the spot!

A small farmer with no social status, like a pig and a dog, will be killed if he is killed, find a relationship to operate a little, and give his family a little money, there is no!

Paralyzing!

If you can't kill him on the spot, Lao Tzu will find someone to kill him!

Zhang Bin already treats Yang Xiaoqian as a dead man!

"I'm fine! you start, let me see your magic skills of hitting people in seventeen or eighteen parts with one ball!"

Zhang Bin wiped the blood from his mouth, forcibly held back his crazy anger, and said in a calm tone.

"Okay!"

Yang Xiaoqian was not polite, he happily agreed, with a clear sigh, he threw the ball high with his left hand, and then his body was slightly vertical, and he was suddenly in the air like a milk swallow.

"Ahta!"

The racket of the right hand crossed a perfect arc and hit the tennis ball with precision.

"Whew!"

The sound of breaking the air sounded, and the tennis ball crossed the net and flew towards Zhang Bin.

For some reason, the ball was much slower than the previous ones.

Zhang Bin's blood-red eyes finally seized the opportunity, saw accurately, picked up the racket and hit the flying ball fiercely.

According to his estimates, this ball was hit by his special racket, and the speed was dozens of times faster than that of ordinary rackets, and it was 100% capable of getting into the mouth of a small farmer!

"Good shot!"

"My husband the little farmer's stinky mouth!"

"Hahaha, damn little peasant, your end has come!"

……

Manager Zhao Jingniu and others were very optimistic about the ball played by Zhang Bin, and before the racket touched the ball, they had already shouted loudly in advance.

However, they rejoiced too soon!

A strange scene has happened!

From the point of view of common sense, everyone thinks that Zhang Bin's racket can hit the ball, but when the racket is still five or six centimeters away from the ball, the ball actually turns around and flies out!

Zhang Bin slapped the air, chuckled in his heart, and secretly screamed that it was not good!

"Bang!"

The tennis ball slammed into the knee of his left leg, and with a click, the knee shattered!

"Ah......h

Zhang Bin screamed miserably, and his left leg knelt on the ground.

In his rage, before a shout came out of his throat, the ball did not land, and it flew strangely in an arc and flew towards his right knee!

"Bang!"

The tennis ball slammed into the knee of his right leg, and with a click, the knee shattered!

"Ah......h

Zhang Bin screamed again, and his legs knelt on the ground!

And that's not all!

"Bang, bang, bang, bang......"

The ball seemed to be remotely controlled, and it smashed into all parts of Zhang Bin's body one after another!

……