Chapter 273 11 to 0 Is Too Little (2)

"Damn it! I'm not dreaming, am I? It's been less than a minute... that's too fast, isn't it?"

The mouse-eye man and the birdie Beiqie were still stunned at the kick-off position.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

The two funny faces were already red, as if they had been slapped by a big ear scraper, and they were hot.

"I'm lying on the grass! Brother Bei! You also said that you are ball-blind! I don't believe it!"

Li Yongbing also stood there, staring blankly at Chen Xiaobei who came back, his eyes full of admiration.

"Beep-"

At this moment, the referee blew his whistle and shouted: "The island team requests a substitution!"

Obviously, Mei Chuan Neiku is no longer calm, and Chen Xiaobei's strength has made him have to send his killer right away!

The mouse-eyed man was dismissed with grief and indignation, and he was replaced by the ghost-footed man.

"Huh? Who is this guy? It looks so strong!" Li Yongbing exclaimed, looking at the two calves of the ghost foot man, and couldn't help but feel a little palpitated.

Those two legs are stronger than those cut by the professional player Birdie, and the angular muscles and bones no longer look like human legs, but more like bronze sculptures!

Even Chen Xiaobei couldn't help but look at it with the Nether War Eye.

Ding - cultivation base: in the early stage of Qi training, physical fitness: 5000, combat power: 5000!

Chen Xiaobei has completely disregarded such combat power, but there is no doubt that people like Kupai in Meichuan are not here to play football!

"Beep-"

Another whistle sounded, and the island team kicked off.

Birdie cut the ball to Guijia Dalang, but the latter passed the ball directly to Chen Xiaobei.

"Ghost-foot-kun? What are you doing?" Xiao Niao Beiqiu looked bewildered.

"What kind of trouble is this? How did the little devil pass the ball to Brother Bei? Isn't this looking for shit?"

"Haha! That guy must have been intimidated by Brother Bei's tyrannical aura!"

"Brother Bei, come on! Another one! Come on..."

...

Seeing the scene in front of me, the whole court burst into jubilation. Let Brother Bei get the ball, will the goal be far behind?

But the ghost-footed man had an arrogant expression, raised his hand contemptuously, hooked his finger at Chen Xiaobei, and sneered: "Come on! Little brat! Let this uncle teach you how to be a man!"

"You alone are not enough to watch." Chen Xiaobei shook his head indifferently, and said, "It's best if the eleven members of your team come together.

"Grass! When death is imminent, how dare you pretend to be forceful? If you can pass me, I will go to the toilet to eat and eat!"

"Hehe, your taste is really unique. Since you strongly request to eat Xiang, then I will fulfill you!"

Chen Xiaobei raised his eyebrows and rushed forward with the ball.

"Shh..."

In an instant, Xiaoniao Beiqie only felt a gust of wind blowing, and then Chen Xiaobei disappeared from his sight.

"Want to run? It's not that easy! Speed ​​is my master's forte!"

Ghostfoot Dalang let out a low growl, and when he stepped on the soles of his feet, the turf was scraped off by the soles of his shoes.

Like a cheetah, the ghost-footed Dalang took three strides to catch up and overtook Chen Xiaobei.

"Little brat! Stop struggling! You can't escape from this uncle's Wuzhi Mountain!" Guizu Dalang grinned and opened his arms like a wall, blocking Chen Xiaobei's way.

"Hehe, I didn't see Wuzhishan, but there is one Dashabei." Chen Xiaobei grinned, smiled evilly, and said indifferently, as if he had already controlled everything.

"You dare to scold Lao Tzu!" The ghost-footed man stared at him with rage and shouted, "I will kick your leg off first! Let's see how you pretend to be forceful!"

"Shh!"

Ghostfoot Dalang swept his legs and swept directly to Chen Xiaobei's ankle.

This time, there was no reservation, and 5,000 combat power exploded directly, and the speed and power exploded to the limit.

Not to mention the ankles of ordinary people, even the legs of elephants can be kicked off!

"Good! That's it!"

On the rostrum, Mei Chuan Neku had already stood up excitedly. The purpose of him sending Guijiao Dalang on the stage was to abolish Chen Xiaobei.

"Foul! It's a foul! The little devil is completely rushing! It's not grabbing the ball at all!" At the scene, everyone who understands the ball has already issued an angry protest.

It's a pity that the referee has already been bribed, with an expression that has nothing to do with him, standing there pretending to be deaf and dumb, not planning to blow the whistle at all.

"Little bastard! Die!"

Seeing that he was about to break Chen Xiaobei's leg, Dalang Guijia's excited eyes flashed fiercely.

"Ling Bo! Micro-step!"

At this moment of lightning and flint, Chen Xiaobei said four words indifferently.

In the next instant, the pace of Chen Xiaobei's feet changed mysteriously, and his body shape had also changed his forward line.

There seemed to be afterimages of Chen Xiaobei appearing in the space, and his deity had already avoided the ghost-footed man at a tricky angle.

"Shh..."

When there was a gap, Chen Xiaobei immediately accelerated and rushed directly to the opponent's goal.

At the same time, Ghost Foot Dalang was dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, with his best effort, he didn't even touch Chen Xiaobei's hair, he just kicked the air!

The huge force brings huge inertia, which leads to the loss of the center of gravity.

"Hey... lying on the grass..."

With the scream of a dog, the ghost-footed man made a big somersault and fell to the ground ruthlessly.

"Boom... Brother North! Brother North..."

Before he could get up, the audience erupted into violent cheers again.

Obviously, Chen Xiaobei scored again!

2-0, less than three minutes from the start of the game.

"Bagga! Bagaya Road!"

On the rostrum, Mei Chuan Neku was so angry that his face turned black, and thousands of grass and mud horses roared in his heart.

I never dreamed that the trump card that I specially prepared, not only did I not take care of Chen Xiaobei, but I was treated like a fool and played around!

This face hits, slaps!

Mei Chuan Neiku was dying of depression.

"Brother Bei, you are too good! I give you thirty-two likes!"

"Brother Bei! Our entire team kneels to you! With you around, we can't lose if we kill us!"

"Brother Bei, take us to pretend! Take us to fly! It's really cool! Wow..."

...

Everyone in the Qingteng team was full of surprises, their faces were red with excitement, their blood was boiling, and the eyes of Chen Xiaobei were full of unparalleled admiration.

"Brother Bei, do your best! Come on! The little devil said to kick us 11-0, and we'll give them the score back!" Li Yongbing said excitedly.

"Yes! That's right! Let them pretend! Let's use this score to slap their pretending faces!"

"The game has only started three minutes, so it's too late!"

"Brother Bei, come on! It's all up to you!"

...

Hearing this, Chen Xiaobei smiled evilly: "11 to 0? Don't you think it's too little?"