When he arrived at the training ground of Lu Guogong's mansion, Wang Xiang saw several familiar figures, one of which was Gao Shilian's fourth son, Gao Zhenxing, and several other gentlemen also had great backgrounds.

Wang Xiang is now the first person in the young generation in Chang'an, and he is often taken out to educate them by the elders of these gentlemen's families, and when he sees Wang Xiang, he is very enthusiastic.

After greeting each other for a while, Cheng Chuliang urged: "Training, training!" ”

He was determined to get rid of the last man who won the first place in the competition, and when he saw Cheng Chuliang personally going into battle to train, Wang Xiang asked curiously: "Brother Chuliang, this is?" ”

Cheng Chuliang turned around and smiled: "I want to play in person in this year's Keju Contest to see if I don't beat them up." This thing attributed the main reason for the defeat of the Ju Bang Brigade in previous years to the fact that he did not play in person.

Seeing Wang Xiang's strange face, Cheng Chuliang thought that he was depressed because he couldn't play, so he said: "Zixin, it's not because my brother won't let you play, this juju field is like a battlefield, you are ...... I'm afraid that you will make a mistake, and if there is a bad old man, we will not be able to kill me. "He still remembers that Wang Xiang was knocked out in Jinguang Lake.

Wang Xiang smiled when he heard this, he really didn't want to play in person, especially after hearing Cheng Chuliang say that the Ju Bang Brigade had a glorious history of being sent off several times, he didn't plan to train with them.

"Uh...... I'm fine, Brother Liang go. He was curious about how Cheng Chuliang trained, saying that Juju was like a battlefield, and he had a bad premonition when he heard it.

The ball used to juju, Xiang Xiang, has seen that it is sewn together with two large pieces of hard skin, and it seems to be filled with rice bran. It feels like it's a lot heavier than the basketball of later generations. There is nothing elastic about such a ball. The kick is not high, the kick is not far, and it is easy to hurt the foot.

But this is for Wang Xiang, the guys on the field are fierce and fierce, dancing knives and guns are commonplace, a solid ball is really nothing, but it is not too high.

As soon as Cheng Chuliang came on the field, the atmosphere immediately became enthusiastic, and the field was divided into two groups of people, one wave led by Cheng Chuliang. The other wave was led by Gao Zhenxing, although the temperature was cold in winter, but they didn't seem to feel the cold at all, Cheng Chuliang took off his coat and left only a short shirt like the others.

Don't look at Gao Zhenxing's tall and thin figure is far less strong than Cheng Chuliang, but this kid is not simple at all, according to Cheng Chuliang, Gao Zhenxing's martial arts are a little worse than him, if this is the case, it means that Gao Zhenxing's martial arts are not weaker than Cheng Chuliang, and he is really not an idle person to serve as a guard of the imperial gate, otherwise even if his father is a minister, he would not dare to teach him such a thing as guarding the imperial gate.

The ball is in the middle, and Cheng Chuliang and Gao Zhenxing stand in front of each other. The muscles of the whole body are tense, the eyes are staring at the ball at the foot and ready to burst out at any time, which side grabs the ball first can greatly boost morale.

Even Wang Xiang, who was watching from the sidelines, could feel that the atmosphere on the field was becoming more and more solemn. I couldn't help but get nervous and excited......

After waiting for almost half a cup of tea, Cheng Chuliang and Gao Zhenxing still maintained a posture of competing with each other and remained motionless, their bodies seemed to be a little stiff, and a few drops of shiny sweat appeared on Cheng Chuliang's forehead.

As soon as the cold wind blew, a few dead leaves drifted between Cheng Chuliang and Gao Zhenxing, and the atmosphere became a little weird.

Finally, Cheng Chuliang couldn't help but turn his stiff neck to look at Wang Xiang.

"Zixin, don't you want to start yet?"

"Start?" Wang Xiang looked puzzled, "Start, what are you waiting for?" ”

Gao Zhenxing couldn't help it, shook his face and said, "Brother Wang, you go to hit the gong......"

"Gongs?"

Seeing Wang Xiang's confused appearance, everyone was speechless for a while.

"You're the referee, how can you start if you don't hit the gong!"

Damn, I'm the referee? I thought I was just a spectator. was yelled at by Cheng Chuliang, Wang Xiang reacted and hurriedly looked around, and finally found a high hanging gong on the side of the training ground, several times larger than Cheng Chuliang's face, and next to the gong hung a wooden mallet wrapped in red cloth at the front.

I trotted over, picked up the gavel and checked it in my hand, and it felt quite heavy.

Seeing Wang Xiang pick up the mallet, Cheng Chuliang and Gao Zhenxing regained their previous appearance of competing against each other, their muscles tense and staring at the ball at their feet.

Wang Xiang turned his head to look at them, and saw that they were all ready, raised the gavel and slammed it on the gong.

"Dang!"

"Roar!"

As soon as the gong sounded, Cheng Chuliang roared to grab the ball, but his movements were not as agile as Gao Zhenxing, and when he stretched out his foot, the ball had already been taken away by Gao Zhenxing, and the two staggered.

"Hurry up, get up, get him, get him!"

Cheng Chuliang turned around and shouted "command" while chasing Gao Zhenxing, everyone was as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and the field was suddenly chaotic and miserable......

Gao Zhenxing, who took the lead in winning the ball, was tripped by a player on Cheng Chuliang's side with a sweeping leg before he ran a few steps, and fell to the ground with a clean face, and the ball rolled out with a grunt.

Gao Zhenxing's fall was not a fake fall, it was a real fall, and even Wang Xiang outside the court couldn't help but feel pain in his face for him.

In this season, the soil on the ground is frozen and hard, if ordinary people come to such a close contact, they have to delay for a long time, but Gao Zhenxing got up like a nobody, and shouted as he ran: "Chase quickly, the one in front is stopped!" "The corner of his forehead is visibly blue.

Cheng Chuliang relied on his strong body to slam several opponents who stood in the way along the way, and finally the goal was close in front of him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but grin.

"Hold him, hold him!"

With Gao Zhenxing's roar, Cheng Chuliang, who was about to shoot with his feet, found that he couldn't move, and his waist was hugged by someone.

"Drink!" A loud shout, and then a standard over-the-shoulder fall, the player who was holding Cheng Chuliang was thrown heavily to the ground, Wang Xiang couldn't help but jump his eyelids, Nima, is it so exaggerated to kick a ball, even the over-the-shoulder fall has come out, and rugby doesn't have this, right......

When Cheng Chuliang got rid of the player and was about to continue shooting, Gao Zhenxing finally arrived, and he didn't want to fly up and kick the ball away, Cheng Chuliang took a step slower and kicked the ball in the air, and he was stunned immediately.

Wang Xiang looked at the ball flying towards him and sighed in his heart, although the sentence "hold him" violates the spirit of football, but Gao Zhenxing's kick to clear the ball is very clever, his consciousness is good, he is a plastic talent, and there is still hope for the Ju Bang team.

But soon he found out that he was thinking too much, and his consciousness was good, but he was completely blind. No one cared about the ball flying out at all, the court was in chaos, the players on both sides scuffled, Cheng Chuliang and Gao Zhenxing were particularly brave, and they were very happy to fight back and forth. The players on both sides have made full use of the skills they have learned in the battalions, and they are worthy of being the elite players in each battalion.

Konima, this is the stadium! Feelings, they really use the court as a battlefield, no wonder Cheng Chuliang didn't dare to let himself play, if his body was hit by such an over-the-shoulder fall, he would still be bowed!

"Stop! Stop! Stop! ”

Wang Xiang picked up the mallet and struck the gong vigorously, this group of football hooligans! (To be continued.) )