334 The Day Before the Race (6)

The old man's tricks are not as simple as passing and passing, although their street tricks are not as simple as those young people, but it does not affect their play and enjoyment

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The big man on the street was stunned.

These three people are the best in this generation to play streetball, a while ago they were subdued by their own force, so they became their little brother, their strength street men still know very well, although they are not first-class, but they will not be abused by two gray-haired old men and are powerless, what is it now, how is the water released, what is the situation?

"What are you doing?" the big man was very angry, and when he stepped forward, he was beaten violently.

The three young men didn't dare to fight back at all, and let the big man beat him wildly, and his heart was so aggrieved that he couldn't do it.

"It's not a shame, I can't even play with two old men, I'm embarrassed to call myself a bully with the ball, I'm bah, it's your uncle's bully!"

In fact, the most shameless and humiliating thing at this moment is not the three young people, but this big man.

He originally wanted to laugh at the two old men, but he didn't expect that his own people were being tricked.

This made him very shameless.

He looked at the two old men with a fierce look, and wanted to come up and fight them, but at the thought that his legs didn't seem to allow him to do so, he glared at them angrily and punched them.

Ouyang Qingfeng was a little confused at that time, this foreigner is also like this, will he beat people if he doesn't agree with him?

Although the big man is not very strong, but this punch is the size of a sandbag, and the old man's body and bones will definitely not be able to bear it if he goes on like this, even if he doesn't die of death, he will probably have to stay in the hospital for a month.

The brown-black-skinned old man was very calm without a trace of pressure on his face, and he still didn't show the slightest expression when he saw that the fist was about to hit him in the face. For Ouyang Qingfeng, the old man was probably frightened, and he had no way to react at all.

Bang.

Dahan's fist did not hit the old man's face, but stopped a centimeter in front of his face, Dahan's fist was held down alive, and he couldn't wait for Dahan to come to his senses, suddenly there was a gravitational disorder, he felt like he was being lifted, and before he knew what was going on, Ouyang Qingfeng lifted his body and directly threw a beautiful over-the-shoulder fall and smashed Dahan to some pieces.

The old man grabbed the white-skinned old man beside him with one hand, and where no one could see it, the white-skinned old man released his fist and unloaded a force. If Ouyang Qingfeng hadn't made a move at that time, then this power would definitely make Dahan suffer for a while.

Then, Ouyang Qingfeng clapped his hands and smiled, "I haven't fought for a long time, and my strength is gone!

Dahan looked at Ouyang Qingfeng's harmless smiling face, and when he thought that his offensive fist just now was easily stopped by him, that over-the-shoulder fall made him unable to ease up at all, after so many years on the street, Dahan still had some brains, and he knew at once that he was not Ouyang Qingfeng's opponent.

"You guys, you give me a little care. Let's go!" the big man left a sentence and left the casino with his little brother.

At this time, Liu Junmin bought water and came back, but Ouyang Qingfeng could not be found everywhere. After asking, I found out that this guy came here again to join in the fun, so he hurried over.

Looking at the two old men, Ouyang Qingfeng still admired it a little, he was still so good at playing football when he was old, he was definitely not an ordinary person when he was young, "That, are you okay?"

He said to the old man with brown and black skin.

The old man shook his hand, and then took off the hood on his head, and then the white-skinned old man next to him also took off the fake hood on his head, and the old man tore the beard off his face with one hand, and wiped the foundation left by the makeup over and over again.

In less than a few seconds, the two old men, who still had a sense of age, actually showed a picture of middle-aged people.

If Ouyang Qingfeng was on the scene at that time, then he would definitely feel that he was dreaming.

Because he couldn't have guessed that the dark-skinned middle-aged man who played football with him was actually the idol he had admired for ten years.

When the two of them showed their true faces, it caused a burst of screams and wild beatings around them.

Ouyang Qingfeng was stunned at that time, caught off guard at all, and didn't know how to react in the next second.

It's to say hello, or to talk.

He couldn't have imagined that these two old men were actually superstars in the world of football, two of those men who stood at the pinnacle.

"I ...... I...... c...... Seashell...... I ......" Ouyang Qingfeng admitted that he had never been so nervous.

I didn't even know how to speak, as if I was dumb at that time, and I tried desperately to spit out a word, but I found that I couldn't finish speaking.

The middle-aged man with a darker complexion touched Ouyang Qingfeng's head and said with a smile, "Playing very well, there is still a lot of room for improvement in the future, train hard, and in the future, football will be the world of your new world stars!"

"You...... Do you know me?" Ouyang Qingfeng didn't know why, but he couldn't help but say this.

The middle-aged man's teeth were black and white, revealing a trademark smile, and then he picked up the ball at his feet, and then said while signing, "Actually, I didn't know you originally, but I had to notice you because of the Thousand Illusions Trace you used in the game not long ago!"

He handed the signed ball to Ouyang Qingfeng, "Ibusouya is the person I have always wanted to surpass before, and now that he has withdrawn from the football world, except for Messi, no one can make me so excited for a long time, come on! I'm waiting for you in front, remember to surpass me!"

Ouyang Qingfeng took the football with the name of Cristiano Ronaldo with trembling hands, and was so happy that he almost stepped forward to kiss Ronaldo.

"Ronaldo, it's not too early, we should go back!" the man next to him urged.

Ronaldo nodded, "I know, buddy, I'll leave right away!"

He turned around and glanced at Ouyang Qingfeng a few more times, eager to compete with him on the spot, it was a thousand illusions that he could not fight against, a fabulous dribbling in European football.

Of course, that's what it used to be.

Now he is no longer afraid of Ibusoya or the Thousand Illusions, he has his own strength and his own killer features. It's just that after so many years, he is a little nostalgic and wants to see it again.

"Boy, play football well, don't let down this superior athletic body. He spoke, and then touched Ouyang Qingfeng's head, as if a big brother was talking to a child.

When he finally let go and wanted to say a word to the other party, he had already turned and left the casino.

Leaving with him was another Real Madrid legend, his name was Bale, and we all called him: The Great Sage. (To be continued.) )