"I clearly recognize a fact," Teng Feng looked at Li Xiliang, who was sweating a little and was already a little sober, and said hatefully: "You guys are so good at opening up one by two, sure enough, you are the protagonist of this book, the author must be cheating Lao Tzu, that's right." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Fuji Feng really wants to scold the street, to this extent that Li Xiliang has done it, until the new prince of tennis, the U-17 World Cup, the first master in theory, the German team's Polk, and there is a translator of Borg, facing Tezuka, in order to achieve this kind of easy return to every ball, and can also open his mouth to guide.

Although Tezuka had already opened a seamless realm at that time, Polk was not like Li Xiliang who could take all the balls by standing still and not moving. What's more, Polk's trick is only to flip the racket in the opponent's hand, and make the wrist unable to hold the racket to the ground, which is a little worse than Li Xiliang's overall strength of using the ball to drive the opponent!

You must know that although Tezuka has opened a seamless realm and has been systematically trained by the German team, although he has been to Western countries and talked and laughed with Polk, he doesn't know how high it is higher than the current Fujimine. But after all, the weight of the person is still here, and he can rely on a small tennis ball to drive the opponent's entire body to rotate, and even have to wake up from a deep sleep, Li Xiliang's strength is at least not inferior to Polk.

But you must know that the captain of the German team, Polk, although only seventeen years old, is a professional player, and he has not tasted defeat since he played tennis full-time! That's what the world calls a "philosopher to victory"!

Li Xiliang's strength may certainly be very strong, and even for this friend who has only met twice, the mystery shown on his body makes Teng Feng feel that even if he is in his early twenties, he will not be so surprising if he reaches the realm of the Great Grandmaster of National Art. But this guy's tennis is just a hobby, can he really be so strong that he may even be stronger than a professional player?

"That's not what I'm talking about." Li Xiliang threw the racket aside, which fully showed that he was just a hobby playing tennis, and even the racket was bought over the counter in mass production. It's incredible that you can hit such an amazing ball with such an unprofessional racket.

"So what are you talking about?" Fuji Feng didn't care less about tennis equipment than him, dragged his sleeping god realm, and his physically and mentally exhausted body reluctantly put the tennis racket back into the bag, sat on the ground, and asked, "Isn't it to show off with me how powerful your plug-in is?" ”

"I think you'd better return my walnuts if you don't, I'm ashamed to be friends with a fool." Li Xiliang glanced at Fuji Feng with disdain, sat on the ground, and said to him through the net: "What I want to tell you is in the fight just now." What is Tai Chi, what is tennis, what is tennis integrated with Tai Chi, you don't see anything? ”

"Your grandson......" was forcibly awakened from the realm of the god of sleep, making Fuji Feng feel that every muscle in his body hurt terribly, "ouch" turned over with a strange scream, and lay directly on the ground, saying: "Every ball is a straight ball without spinning, you let me understand Tai Chi from the inside?" ”

"My ball is not spinning, what about your ball?" Li Xiliang's words were like a meteor in the dark night, flashing suddenly, although it was fleeting, but after all, it opened the heavy night and illuminated the sky.

Fuji Feng was so excited that he almost jumped up directly from the ground, but with a force, the pain in his whole body made him fall back to the ground, and he said weakly: "You mean, chemical force?" ”

"Ass." Li Xiliang couldn't wait to pry Teng Feng's brain open to see if it was a bowl of stew, "It's spinning, it's round." Got it, Yuanjin! ”

"I don't understand." Fuji Feng told the truth, for this kind of monster in his early twenties, whose strength is at least at the peak of dark energy, it is better not to pretend to understand.

"What should I say about you, I thought you were a very spiritual little brother." Li Xiliang sighed lightly, perhaps thinking that it was a little difficult to get others to open such a counterbalanced plug-in like him, and patiently explained: "Tai Chi, what is embodied in the fist is a round strength. Tai Chi is round, and the 36-degree offensive defense makes the opponent unguarded and caught off guard. In tennis, isn't a circle just spinning? Your moves are good, and they are very well connected with the artistic conception of Tai Chi, but your roundness is not practiced well, how high can you spin on the ball? ”

Li Xiliang stood up as he spoke, picked up the racket on the ground and gestured: "You hit a ball, the round strength on your ball is far worse than mine, whether I do a reverse rotation to offset your rotation, or do a rotation in the same direction, convert your original rotation into my rotation, let me control it all, it is extremely easy." You should have noticed just now that my ball goes out without any spin, which is the control spin. Complete control, not only to make it fast, but also to make it slow, slow to a complete stop, this is Tai Chi. ”

"According to you, I still have to practice Tai Chi again?" Fuji Feng felt a little confused, whether his path was national arts or tennis, he seemed to see it very clearly, but now it was a little cloudy.

"That's why I said, not only do you not understand tai chi, but you also don't understand tennis." Li Xiliang waved his hand helplessly and said, "You are a tennis player, and you go to practice Tai Chi, and your tennis strength can be improved?" Dream on! ”

Teng Feng's mouth moved a few times, and he wanted to say that you don't have such a strong tennis strength just by practicing national arts? However, considering the issue of the comparison of combat effectiveness between the two sides, I did not dare to say it. He can't stop Sun Boting, Li Xiliang is drunk now, and when the time comes, he will lose a lot of money.

Li Xiliang looked at Teng Feng and didn't react, and continued: "Tennis, it's not such a complicated sport. The ultimate goal of this sport is to hit the ball where the opponent can't reach it. You've used so many techniques to transform your strength, it's better for me to simply make a straight ball, that's the truth. No matter how gorgeous the ball you play, I can catch it, then these gorgeous skills are equivalent to nothing, but when I hit a straight ball, you can't catch it, then my straight ball doesn't know where it is higher than you. ”

"It's easy for you to say." Fuji Feng sneered: "If I were at your level, I would only play straight balls." ”

"You, you." Li Xiliang didn't even have the heart to shake his head, and said directly: "Tai Chi contact tennis, will it?" (To be continued.) )