"I can't see that your kid's free kick still has such a hand, but compared to Brother Biao, there is still a little gap."

Brother Biao, who had been waiting for a long time, slowly put the ball in the designated position, wiped his hair with both hands, crossed his waist with both hands, and looked like Lao Tzu was the best in the world.

"Trick up!"

"I don't know if death is coming."

For Yang Biao's words, everyone chose to ignore them, unless the sun came out of the west, or Yang Biao would not be able to win.

"Brother Biao, if you don't admit defeat to Brother Table, as for wearing a little Nene to run to the playground, forget it." Zhang Linfan and Du Wei still have a good impression of Brother Biao, and they don't want to embarrass him too much, so they make suggestions.

Yang Biao waved his hand, and he didn't care about everyone's perception of his performance. Straight to the ball to the designated position, and then with a flick, a horse face full of obscene smiles appeared.

Shunsuke Nakamura, a legend in Japanese football, the best of the C-level players, with a comprehensive rating of 78 points, a terrifying 91 points in the free kick technical score, and the record holder for direct free kick goals in the J League. The free-kick technique is weird and tricky, like a ghost in the dark night, floating and elusive, pointing left to right, pointing right to left. Jianghu nicknamed his free kick "Night Ninja." "Well deserved.

Zhang Zhen, who opened his hands to the maximum, took advantage of his height of more than 185 and protected the near corner of the goal to the greatest limit, and had completely given up the protection of the far corner, he didn't believe that Yang Biao also had such a powerful technique to shoot at the far corner.

"Brothers, now it's time for Brother Biao's performance, keep your eyes open."

Suddenly, a weird smile on his face, full of an obscene atmosphere, made people can't help but think of the poor and short protagonist of the island country action movie, and the proper Japanese painting style.

Everyone only felt a familiar chill.

"I'm going to hit a far corner now."

The onlookers of the national football team looked at Yang Biao's confident appearance, and their confidence in their hearts was already sure that he couldn't win, and couldn't help but be a little shaken. After all, in football, some well-known players are really good at free-kick skills.

"Bang!" After saying that, he raised his foot and drew a wonderful arc of the ball.

Hahahahaha, looking at the football flying higher and higher, everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Some can't even straighten their waists when they laugh.

Do anti-aircraft guns fight mosquitoes?

The tense face of the small table also relaxed suddenly, after all, Yang Biao put too much pressure on him, and now seeing him firing a fluttering anti-aircraft gun, he thought that he was really a dog, and he would be frightened by Yang Biao's pretend.

Guan Zhen also laughed, according to the arc of the ball, it must fly higher and higher in the end, and it is impossible to be within the range of the door frame.

"Laugh, while there's still time, laugh slowly." Yang Biao, possessed by Shunsuke Nakamura, felt for the first time a free kick master's grasp of the angle and strength of the ball, which is a kind of foot feeling and intuition naturally formed after countless exercises, according to Shunsuke Nakamura's memory, he just practiced free kick shots no less than 500 times a day, because his body is thin, his strength is weak, and the strength of his feet is small, so the pursuit of angle can be said to have reached the extreme.

"That's not right!" The small table, which had been carefully observing, suddenly noticed that the ball was floating in the air, and suddenly there were signs of falling down.

Some of the national football teams who were celebrating the championship also realized that there seemed to be something wrong with the whole painting style, and they were happy too early.

"Medium!" Yang Biao snapped his fingers lightly. A smile on his face.

I saw that the football that was floating straight into the air was still about a meter away from the goal, and suddenly fell in a straight line.

Guan Zhen, who had already completed his relaxation, was too late to make any moves at this time, and could only watch the football break into the net.

"Elevator balls, elevator balls that are extremely difficult to kick." All the national football players were shocked and concussed, slightly deoxygenated, and looked at Yang Biao in disbelief, you A player in the middle league actually kicked out of the elevator ball. Let's be the masters of the Chinese Super League, how can the domestic first-line players be embarrassed!

"I thought you were going to make a big move, but not so big, okay? Will you be able to be friends in the future? "This kid can always surprise everyone, and can always complete impossible tasks, maybe, maybe, Zheng Zhi suddenly had some ideas that should not be used.

If you are usually extremely relaxed and there is no wall to block it, it is not very difficult for a free kick master to kick a lift ball that is not very curvature. It's just that domestic players have never had a free kick master, and they feel that the skill of scoring directly from a free kick is too high, so it has created the sacred status of the elevator ball in their minds.

Everyone's reaction Brother Biao was very satisfied, his head was high, and he had the demeanor of a master who was as lonely as snow.

"It must be shit luck, it must be." There are also a few people who think this way, and the small table is one of them.

"Brother Biao, there are nine more! You've got to score at least 7 to win me. The small table lost no time in hitting Yang Biao, in anticipation of putting pressure on him and making him play abnormally.

"Look, let Brother Biao teach you how to kick a free kick?"

"Guan Zhen, wait a minute, I'm going to kick the left near corner post." Yang Biao said with a grin, without putting Guan Zhen in his eyes at all, just telling you, where I want to shoot, you can't drag it like I can't do it.

Guan Zhen, who felt despised by him, was full of anger, his eyes shot a fierce light, and his hands slapped vigorously. "Come on, I don't believe you're so good?" Having said that, but I have an eye in my heart, dare to love this kid just walked shit luck kicked a lift ball, and now he wants to trick me into kicking the left near corner, he will definitely kick the right, want to lie to me, when I am a three-year-old child? Brother is so smart. So Guan Zhen walked to the middle of the goal, but he was ready to pounce to the right near corner.

"Pinches!" I saw Yang Biao raise his foot and pinch the football, and the football crossed an arc in mid-air.

And Guan Zhen had already affirmed his thoughts, and a hungry tiger pounced on the sheep and pounced fiercely to the right.

With a pop, he slammed to the ground, and watched with a blank and remorseful look as the football hung into the left near corner.

"I've already told you, I'm going to hit the left, and you're still pounced on the right, isn't this looking down on Brother Biao's character? Do you look down on Brother Biao's morality, hey? Yang Biao sighed deeply, full of helplessness.

The onlookers look at me, I look at you, and they all have a deep helplessness.

Under the gaze of everyone's eyes, Guan Zhen even had the idea of digging a hole to get into, his face was hot, and he didn't know if it was too hot. But it seems that the wind is quite strong. Slightly cool, slightly cool.

Hahahaha, as expected, it's really him