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Winning or losing really doesn't mean anything to him anymore. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the program team allowed him to come back again, he also mentioned that even if he wins, he will not enjoy the priority conditions for training in the giant club stated in the previous contract.

For him, whether he wins or loses, he can't get results. But at this time, he had to fight, just like he said when he was in Angelina's car before, pressing 10 million, otherwise how to force himself to the bottom of the desperate situation, he really has no absolute motivation!

Although there is honor, although there is scenery in the eyes of others, these are not what he wants.

Less than thirty seconds.

The referee was about to blow the whistle, and the breath reached his throat, and a strange scene appeared.

Subversion!

Completely subvert everyone's cognition and worldview.

Reversion!

An absolute reversal!

Ouyang Qingfeng intercepted the ball halfway through, a guard came and passed one person, two came and dodged, they chased after each other, Ouyang Qingfeng stepped on a bicycle one after another, and then a move Shenlong swung his tail directly to shake off the last defender. Arrived at the forbidden area, everyone almost held their breath, single-handedly... Everyone never expected that at this time, the No. 7 of the Chinese Dream Team would pass five opponents for the first time, forming a single-knife situation.

Completed an incredible five-in-a-row slash in fifteen seconds!

At this time, Ouyang Qingfeng completely used the maze steps that Huo Laojin taught him to the fullest! No matter how many masters in your backfield are like clouds, the king is domineering, and he can't stop his determination to step forward.

If the memory is still there, many people will find that the scene at this time is just like the one he played in Licheng.

Played that day, but at that time, he was a substitute, and he was a little too excited.

One Goal Fame!

At this time, he was trying his best to redeem Yang Desheng's last request for himself, and the 10 million under that desperate situation.

Ouyang Qingfeng got up with his feet, the momentum was heavy, and the outside instep volleyed -- the ball went into .....? I thought the ball could go in, but it hit the post and bounced back.

The situation is exactly the same.

The goalkeeper tried to make a save, but the ball was so fast that before the goalkeeper could touch the ball, it hit the post and bounced back. And just when the goalkeeper was in shock, Ouyang Qingfeng lightly cushioned the ball and hit the goal with an ape cannon.

The ball hit the crossbar again, and instead of popping up, it bounced back to his feet.

"Two balls! return you!" His voice was not loud, but it made everyone's hearts tremble, including his teammates, Tang Bo had a cold sweat on his forehead, no one could have imagined that at such a time, Ouyang Qingfeng was still staging this kind of "return the report" plot.

And this drama is too scary.

Both shots hit the post, which is not only a test of the audience's final psychological bottom line, but also a test of the psychology of the Brazilian goalkeeper.

There was a burst of sweat, and the goalkeeper's lips were a little white, and it was obvious that he felt the shock of those two goals just now.

Manel was so anxious that he couldn't figure out what the No. 7 was doing, and he just wanted to shoot straight in, what trick was he playing......

Fifteen seconds.

Fifty meters.

If you burst at full speed, it only takes six seconds!

Meng La burst out at the fastest speed and rushed directly towards Ouyang Qingfeng in front of the penalty area.

The last eight seconds.

Meng La stood in front of Ouyang Qingfeng, exhaling, and the two faced each other for only a second, but it seemed as if they had been looking at each other for a long time. There was not much time left, and in the last few seconds, the referee had already lifted his breath, and just as he was about to blow the whistle, Ouyang Qingfeng moved.

The referee stopped the whistle and blew it no matter if it was a shot or a clearance.

Everyone looked at the two people on the field intently.

For a moment, it was as if there were only two people standing on the huge green field.

One is called Meng La, and the other is Ouyang Qingfeng.

Ouyang Qingfeng flicked the ball to the side, followed by a stride feint, Meng stretched out his foot, and stopped directly in front of him, Ouyang Qingfeng pulled the ball back, a change of direction and cut inward, and when he was about to change the route, Meng La also reacted, and just went out sideways, but found that Ouyang Qingfeng was just a fake action pretending to change direction.

"Oops!"

Ouyang Qingfeng was about to shake over, and Meng Lan's terrifying reaction nerve immediately instructed his body to make a very strange and twisted movement, although the action was indecent, but it did stop Ouyang Qingfeng's attack.

"You can't get past me!"

"Didn't it just pass!"

"That's just careless! I'll try again?"

Ouyang Qingfeng once again used a Thousand Illusions Trace, but it was still ineffective, and Meng La blocked sideways, used his body to jam the position and then made a small movement, directly cutting off the ball, and Ouyang Qingfeng lost possession of the ball.

Just as Mongla was taking the ball, Ouyang Qingfeng once again performed the "Chasing the Central Plains" in the Lost Steps, which was completely a perverted close-range counter-robbery move against the sky.

Back then, Huo Laojin used this trick to win many championships, how many well-known players he shook, countless media reports, and some people praised this move as a completely perverted move that violated physics and cognition!

Even Sima Hao's master back then, a man who was strong enough to fight undefeated with Beckham, Qi Zu, Da Luo and others, had some scruples in the face of this move!

The ball really returned to Ouyang Qingfeng's feet as before...... Just when he was a little proud, Mongla actually pulled the ball behind his back and directly took the ball back.

Ouyang Qingfeng's face changed.

"I've said it all, you can't get past me!"

"How...... How is that possible?"

"It's good to do it once, I won't do the same thing twice!" Mongla said this with an endless domineering look on her face!

Although Ouyang Qingfeng was surprised, it was more of an envy and joy, "So whether you are a brother or an opponent, it is a very good thing!"

When Ouyang Qingfeng said it, he had already stolen the ball back.

"You still can't change what you do behind your back!"

"Each other!"

It was as if the two had been fighting each other for hundreds of rounds.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them didn't move, and the time had only passed for a second.

"It's over!"

"Come!"

Ouyang Qingfeng and Meng La raised the corners of their mouths almost at the same time, less than seven seconds before the end of the game.

"Ouyang, give up! I'm invincible!"

The corners of his mouth twitched, and then he slowly closed his eyes, and suddenly the picture that Huo Laojin had taught him appeared again.

"Heart, heart, no matter what, don't let the ball get out of your feet!"

Yes, as long as the ball is still under his feet, then, who can't get by.

Four years ago, Meng La also taught Ouyang Qingfeng at that time, "Don't feint too much, just bring the ball over, it's not just left or right...... Disappear the forks, there are too many tricks, just simply dribble the ball!

At this time, Meng La had great curiosity and suspicion about Ouyang Qingfeng with his eyes closed, and constantly judged in his heart which way he would pass from him, and what his next move would be?

His pupils quickly swept over Ouyang Qingfeng's body, trying to use his micro-movements to judge his next feint.

At this moment, a wind blew, and Ouyang Qingfeng shook past Mengla.

There weren't too many feints and no tricks.

That's it, it's just a simple intention.

Maybe it's too many tricks and feints that blind too many people, but make many people forget the earliest and most primitive people, that's what it is...... Just pass the ball past him. (To be continued.) )