Zhou Xingzu kicked and kicked the Eighth Taibao to the opposite street.

Plop twice.

The Eighth Taibao did not stand up, and several of them looked at each other, waved their hands and rushed up with everyone.

Zhou Xingzu held his hands behind his back and stood firmly in place.

With just a pair of legs, a storm was set off. Anyone who came near him, without exception, was kicked away.

Mighty King Kong legs!

Zhou Xingzu silently felt this ability, with the ability to fight cattle across the mountain and the Nine Yin White Bone Claw as the foundation, he was not ignorant of kung fu, and he could quickly comprehend the true meaning of the powerful Vajra leg.

Where he stood, a layer of flying sand swirled.

A pair of straw sandals picked up from the recycling bin on his feet seemed to be as hard as iron. Take a strong step and leave a footprint on the ground.

A football rolled to Zhou Xingzu's feet, and he was worried that there were many people on the opposite side and there was no suitable weapon.

This football is probably brought by a bastard, which can be said to solve his urgent need.

"I'm just here to play today!"

Zhou Xingzu laughed, kicked straight with a swing leg, and shot the ball out fiercely.

At this time, Ming Feng was standing in a small alley and shushing, shaking the bird, before putting the bird back into the nest.

Although it has been a long time since the bird has been given a chance to fight, as a man, it is necessary to protect it at all times and be ready for battle.

Turning his head, he noticed that the red brick wall next to him was sprayed with the words "No Urinating on the Earth".

With a cut, Mingfeng pulled the zipper.

He was just about to turn around and leave, but suddenly he turned back again, because he was on the wall and saw something familiar.

A can.

A can stuffed with a small note on it.

Ming Feng didn't drink today, because he couldn't afford to drink anymore. If he's not mistaken, this can is the one that was kicked out by the garbage guy the other day.

Times Square is more than a dozen stops away.

Kicking a can in here and punching it into the wall, isn't it in a movie?

Ming Feng leaned against the wall and walked over, looked at the can in disbelief, and took out a small note from the can with his hand. He slowly opened the note and looked at the words written on it.

Dalin is authentic, and he has strong King Kong legs.

That garbage guy really kicked the cans here!

If this leg power is used to kick the ball, what game can't be won?

When Ming Feng thought of this, he seemed to have found hope to save his life.

You can only form a football team and win the Super Cup. His life is really turned over, and it is not a vain life.

excitedly pulled the can out of the wall, but he didn't expect the wall, which had long been dissatisfied with the cracks, to collapse at this moment.

Mingfeng stood in a cloud of dust, looked at the cans, and found that the garbage guy was standing on the street behind the wall. Kicking a soccer ball, smashing more than fifty of that steel pipe bastards to the ground and wailing.

Just ten years later, he was the only one standing.

He picked up the ball: "Call Daddy." ”

"Daddy......" everyone cried as they wailed.

Zhou Xingzu turned his head and found Ming Feng standing behind him, looking at him with a dull expression.

At this time, the third ring story mission [Bloody Street] is completed, and the fourth ring story mission [Shaolin Football] is entered.

Set up a Shaolin football team and awaken the fighting spirit of the senior brothers, you can complete this task.

According to the course of the original plot, the fighting spirit of the brothers and sisters has long been wasted, and they can't show their kung fu.

It takes a metamorphosis to awaken their fighting spirit, so that the brothers and sisters can return to their positions and have the ability to perform kung fu again.

After Zhou Xingzu scavenged his son again for filial piety money, he found a stall and bought two bottles of soy milk.

A bottle to drink now, a bottle to drink later.

Ming Feng swallowed his saliva on the side, but he didn't focus on the soy milk, but stared at Zhou Xingzu's legs.

"It's really a natural power, what a fatal fragrant chicken leg."

"Uh-huh..."

"Stop Lao Tzu and warn you not to spit on my legs, otherwise I will kick you to death."

Zhou Xingzu kicked Ming Feng aside, and Ming Feng hurriedly got up again: "Have you ever thought about using your kung fu to play football?" ”

"Of course I thought about it, I also thought about becoming a Shaolin football team."

"Shaolin football team?" Ming Feng muttered to himself.

In a football team, as long as there is a person like Zhou Xingzu, it will definitely become a strong team.

If every member of the team knows how to work hard.

How strong that should be!

Zhou Xingzu seemed to see through his thoughts: "Plus me, one has six junior brothers." ”

"Invincible iron head skills, strong King Kong legs, whirlwind ground legs, ghost grappling hands, light power water floating, and golden bell cover iron cloth shirts."

"Is it enough to form a team?"

Ming Feng gasped: "Enough, enough, enough, there are six people in total, and there is one in each key position, which is completely enough." ”

Although he hasn't seen a real person yet, after seeing Zhou Xingzu's powerful King Kong legs, he can imagine how strong his brothers and sisters will be.

As long as the Shaolin football team can be formed, Mingfeng will definitely be able to win the Super Cup.

As soon as Ming Feng thought of this, he immediately lifted his clothes, revealing his big belly.

On the big belly, the words "golden right foot" are tattooed.

"I was the golden right foot in the football world back then, and now I am a football coach."

"Are you interested in joining me on a team?"

Zhou Xingzu stared at the words "golden right foot" for a while, this belly really didn't need to be exposed.

"That's right, let's build a team."

"I'll call all my brothers and sisters right away."

"Okay."

"But you should at least have a pair of sneakers."

Ming Feng's gaze fell on Zhou Xingzu's feet, and Zhou Xingzu was still wearing a pair of straw sandals.

Now Zhou Xingzu has a total of more than 500 yuan in his arms, all of which are filial piety money taken from his sons. The money was enough to buy a new pair of sneakers, but he didn't.

and Mingfeng agreed to meet tomorrow, and in the evening, he came to the sweet heart steamed bun shop again.

Seeing Zhou Xingzu appear, Amei stopped kneading the dough in her hand and said to him, "Do you have money to redeem your broken shoes?" ”

Zhou Xingzu spread his hands: "Of course I'm rich." ”

"It's useless if you have money, my shoes have been thrown away by me."

"Thrown away?" Zhou Xingzu looked surprised.

In order to brush up on the love value, now is the time to fight for acting.

"Of course, the shoes are too torn to wear."

"Hurry up, wait for the boss lady to come out, and I'm going to curse again."

Ah Mei lowered her head and urged, hesitating whether to take out the washed and repaired sneakers behind her.

Although Zhou Xingzu knew the next plot in his heart, he still showed a lost expression on his face, sighed, and turned around to leave a lonely back.