"Donkey Kong, the nine-petal flying saucer pile exploding meat, let me tell you, you can look for it like this, and you can't find me with such a string of meat like this," Li Xiliang began to digress as he spoke, and the topic slid out of a distance of several light years at the speed of light, "How is it, are you moved?" I told you, how many people come to the door and pay a lot of money to buy it, I didn't agree. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Although it is impossible for me to win, but even if it is a verbal promise to you, it is a big bargain for you, you ......"

"Okay, okay, I know your collection is extraordinary, but can I trouble you to play tennis seriously!" Teng Feng watched Li Xiliang run the train with his mouth full, as if he didn't stop until it was dark, and his head was full of black lines. But the ball under his hand did not change at all, and it still hit Fuji Feng's right hand as accurately as Mount Tai, this strength is incredible. Fujimine doesn't know if Nanjiro can do it, but except for Nanjiro, the serious characters in the Prince of Tennis will definitely not be able to do it.

"It's okay, you can't beat me anyway, just like that?" Li Xiliang drank two sips of wine just now, slightly up, although he was very sober, but he couldn't help but want to talk more, "I'll reason with you, my string of King Kong in my hand, that was the great monk of Zhengyin Temple who lost to my ancestor in a bet, it's amazing, I don't know how many years of Buddha's light blessing, I was deceived by my ancestor...... Please come back. In those days, as long as you heard of the Buddha, you had to kowtow to this hand, and now it is to break the feudalism, which is cheap for you......"

"No, I'm a dry hand, and I can't fight King Kong." There is no reason to talk to a drunk person, even if the person is only slightly drunk. Anyway, the ball that Li Xiliang hit didn't rotate at all, and it landed directly below the racket in his right hand, and the ball that could be hit back as long as he swung the racket, Teng Feng simply didn't make any sense with him, and followed Li Xiliang's words: "The King Kong that I came out of the dry hand plate is very bright, but the color has not changed at all, and it looks extraordinarily chai, if you really give it to me, then it will be considered a waste for you." ”

"Then you give the walnuts back to ...... Give it back to me, and I'll send you a string of sea yellow. Li Xiliang said and hiccuped. It is not easy to find Zhongguo's wine in this book, not to mention the small shop he was in just now, listening to Li Xiliang's introduction, the shopkeeper does not seem to be a person who cares about business, so naturally he will not go out of his way to buy goods. And the sake of this book is especially famous for its long strength, Li Xiliang was originally just slightly hot-headed, and wanted to say a few more words, but now his face is starting to be a little hot.

"Do you know Hai Huang? Hainan...... Huanghuali! Do you know! I tell you, Hainan Huanghuali is the best, and Vietnam doesn't grow ...... No, they ......"

"Oh yes, this guy. I guess I can't even walk in a straight line, but I can still hit the ball at my feet so accurately, and make it difficult for all my attacks to go beyond the thunder pool. If this guy doesn't win any Grand Slam titles, he is blind to his tennis skills. Teng Feng looked at Li Xiliang, who was gushing on the opposite side, and couldn't help but whisper and began to admire his strength.

Fuji Feng's admiration is not fake. He has already used all his best tricks, what moves and blocks, what front-line strikers, what cloud hands cooperate with the white crane to show wings, what three-ring set of moons, it can be said that the trick at the bottom of the box has been taken out.

However, it didn't work.

No matter which direction the ball flew to, no matter how fast the ball was, no matter how powerful the ball was, the header racket in Li Xiliang's hand disappeared together, as if it had been gently placed on the mesh of his racket by hand. And the ball he hit didn't even spin at all, just bouncing straight towards the racket in Fujifeng's hand.

You must know that if it is a normal shot, no matter what, the ball will be spinned. Being able to counteract the spin of the ball through a special technique and hit a ball that does not spin at all is a very clever skill, and the tree of the Hexagon Middle School even used this hand to force Fuji to break through and use it to wipe the back of the tennis ball and the racket, so that he could hit his return shot.

But that is a trick that the tree has practiced for an unknown amount of time, and the tree in the hexagon is definitely a great powerhouse. But Li Xiliang stood in place, swinging his racket at will, and it was incredible that he could do this kind of thing.

"There's no way, I originally thought this guy was an expert in national arts, and tennis was just a half-ass, but I didn't expect it to be so strong. I'm a professional tennis player, wouldn't it be too embarrassing to lose to this amateur! As soon as Fuji Feng thought of this, his heart suddenly moved, his eyes closed slightly, and he fell into a deep sleep.

This is the realm of the god of sleep.

Although Fuji Feng, who had just finished the game, was not very tired because of the compass, in any case, his necrotic nerves still made him feel exhausted. If you say you don't want to sleep, you can hold on, but if you say you want to sleep, you definitely say you can sleep.

So Fujimine slept.

In the realm of the god of sleep, Fujifeng's strength soared by geometric multiples, and even Sanada didn't win it in a head-to-head duel. This is already Fuji Feng's last trick, the first time he appeared was in the realm of sleeping gods in response to the most critical situation, and Fuji Feng had reason to believe that he could definitely beat Li Xiliang.

When Fujimine fell asleep, his apparent consciousness was asleep, relying only on his subconscious and instinct to drive his body, just like Echizen's selfless realm, and after entering, he did not have the slightest consciousness. The last thought on his mind before he fell asleep was, "If only I could wake up and see this stinky guy make a fool of himself."

Then Fuji Feng really woke up.

He didn't even know what was going on, but his consciousness was obviously asleep, but he seemed to suddenly see a Taiji diagram light up in the dark. The black and white yin-yang fish bites its head and tail and turns, as if to spin and crush the whole world into nothingness.

Fuji Feng felt his arm twist unconsciously, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the ball hitting the racket did not bounce, but stopped and spun on the racket. The force of the spin even rotated with his own racket. The ball drives the racket, the racket drives the wrist, the wrist drives the arm, and in the end, even Fuji Feng has to be carried in place to spin twice.

"See, it's called Tai...... Tai Chi," Li Xiliang saw that Teng Feng woke up again, and he stopped playing, and threw the racket casually, and the racket landed accurately in his racket bag. smiled at Fuji Feng and said, "Do you understand something?" (To be continued.) )