Debt repayment, a real threat.

When the money is in hand, how can it be possible to return it, isn't it just playing football? The six Shaolin masters were not afraid at all, especially after Qi Shan promised that the one million prize money for winning the championship would all belong to them, several people were even more excited.

If you can win the championship and show the strength of Shaolin Kung Fu, there is no doubt that you will be able to get out of the road to heaven.

When the time comes, the world will be open, and it will naturally be no longer embarrassing.

Qi Shan can be regarded as seeing the power of the inertia of the plot, Uncle Da has not given up at all these days, he will always appear around the villa area inexplicably, and sometimes he will come up to chat with them, which is nothing more than persuasion to play football.

These people are already excited, but they are bound by the contract and can't leave.

Qi Shan just guided a little and immediately put the plot back on track.

The Shaolin team with the support of Qi Shan has all the costumes and props that should be, and there is also a complete small court to train, which is many times better than the miserable opening in the plot, I don't know how many times.

The rest of the personnel plus the substitutes, Qi Shan made up a total of ten people for them, all of whom were superhumans strengthened by different means.

Qi Shan also wanted to see what kind of power their extraordinary physical fitness could burst out after loading the martial arts force.

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More than a month later, at the public football field, a classic ball game is about to be staged.

The two teams of people stood opposite each other, a team of neat monks, with their chests held up and their heads raised, and their momentum was high. The other team was wearing a cross-dress, one by one twisting their eyebrows and staring, a classic football hooligan image, but the captain's gold wire glasses were a little elegant, but they also smelled of scum.

"Toot!"

Uncle Da blew the whistle and said: "The game lasted for 30 minutes, there was no break at halftime, everything is according to international football regulations, I am the ball witness, everyone has no opinion, right?" ”

"Of course, of course, Brother Feng, who was known as the golden right foot, was a ball testimony, which was our honor." The gold-wire glasses hurriedly took a sip, grabbed Uncle Da's hand and shook it violently.

"I know that Ah Xing and Ah Fei had some misunderstandings with your team before, so I plan to play a ball game, play a ball squeeze, and resolve grievances. Win or lose, everyone laughs and resents! ”

The gold-rimmed glasses smiled mildly and said, "That's natural, after all, it's better to settle the grievances!" ”

Uncle Da frowned slightly, leaned into Zhou Xingxing's ear and whispered.

"Keep a snack, something is wrong!"

Regardless of whether he heard it clearly or not, he blew the whistle directly.

The two sides shook hands and went straight to the field.

Several brothers and sisters bared their teeth, and they couldn't be happy.

After training for more than a month, I hid in the court every day to practice my skills, and I was finally able to take it out to fight against others.

Uncle Da frowned, his eyes kept staring at the opposing player.

Something is wrong, something is wrong!

This gang is a typical football hooligan, every game is a ruthless hand, which is worse than a hooligan fight, and they are famous in the amateur world.

But this time I always felt that something was wrong, and the other party's expression and demeanor were similar to usual, but why......

Wait, look!

It's eyes!

These people have cold eyes, and they don't seem to have the slightest human feeling.

This is the case with the gold-rimmed glasses that spoke just now, and although the voice was soft, there was no emotion, like a machine with a human shell.

Honk!

In my head, I thought that the whistle had already sounded in my mouth.

In the next instant, the whole momentum of the opposing team changed.

The gold-rimmed glasses kicked off with a big foot, and the football shot out like a cannonball, directly smashing the huge body of the pig fat (floating on water).

A few people next to him quickly surrounded, ignoring the ball that was close at hand, and kicked off the senior brother with his foot.

Uncle Da blinked an eye, and the situation on the court changed, and the court instantly became a battlefield.

Smoke and dust are everywhere, and ghosts cry and wolves howl.

The six Shaolin brothers were surrounded by eleven people on the other side, and they were flattened.

The other five people who were added in gathered together at some point, put on a defensive formation, and watched the six-person group coldly.

Zhou Xingxing was lying on the ground, his brand-new team uniform was in tatters, and his whole body was covered with footprints.

He crawled forward with difficulty, and the sound of the fight beside him automatically turned into a rain of bullets, and he inadvertently touched a corpse, and when he turned his face, he saw that it was pig fat.

But he was already foaming at the mouth, unconscious, and his whole body was in tatters, like the scene after being humiliated.

"Ah——!h

A figure fell from the sky and smashed right next to Zhou Xingxing.

"Third Senior Brother?" Zhou Xingxing shouted.

The third senior brother turned a deaf ear, he struggled to get a haircut, and fainted without hesitation.

"Third Senior Brother!!"

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"They're about to be killed, are they too heavy? Boss? ”

In the living room of the villa, a real-time picture is playing on the huge wall - five teammates pretend to protect themselves, stay out of the situation, and six Shaolin masters are tragically besieged.

Touch!

Holding a wrench, the gold-wired glasses smashed the iron cloth shirt and flew away.

The goalkeeper (grappler) was trampled by many people, hugging the goalpost and shrinking into a ball, not daring to let go.

Qi Shan casually played with Carmela's smooth chin and said lightly: "This is a typical violent anti-killing plot, and these characters also found their kung fu in this fight." I'm curious if the other party will awaken the devastating combat power after exerting dozens of times the pressure. ”

Carmela said: "Eleven people have all been injected with nanoparticles, and they have been loaded with the same martial arts memories. Aren't you afraid that the protagonists will be accidentally killed? Boss. ”

"Then kill it!" Qi Shan said indifferently: "If they are killed so easily, it means that they only have this value!"

This plane is very peculiar, there is no complete basic theory, and there is no legend of the experience of the predecessors of the martial arts, but it can emerge one by one martial arts masters. ”

The picture of Zhao Wei flashed in his mind, and the corners of his mouth were a little more playful.

This girl's Tai Chi is so mysterious.

"Since there can be Shaolin and Wudang, there will naturally be other sects such as Huashan. Otherwise, how to explain the strength of the Devils? How much to get excited? Joke! I think it's a superhuman potion, and it's pretty much the same. ”

As the two were talking, there was a sudden change on the court.

In accordance with the flow of the plot, there was no difference between Haibian for a while, and the senior brother Ah Fei finally couldn't stand it anymore, hugged his head and cried, and knelt on the ground to beg for mercy.

The crying is heartbreaking, and the image is extremely miserable, which is really sad for those who hear it.

And just when the other party was about to follow the process and humiliate him, the six people suddenly exploded together.

Their faces instantly straightened, posing like Zen and Buddha.

Throughout the court, waste was stilled in general.

Qi Shan's eyes lit up, and he said in a low voice: "Here, this is it!" ”