Chapter Eight Hundred and Ninety Seventh Tai Chi

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Chapter eight hundred and ninety seventh Tai Chi

"I rub, why do I always feel that Xia Ming is doing Tai Chi?"

"I feel the same way..."

"I'm going, Xia Ming has a fever, right? Why is he playing Tai Chi? It's a competition at this time. He is playing Mao Tai Chi."

"Who knows, when I play Tai Chi during the competition, there is no one else."

"It's over, it's over, they're going to win this time."

"Xia Ming...don't give up, we are all supporting you, don't give up." At this time, someone suddenly shouted.

"That is, Xia Ming, don't give up, come on, we will always support you, come on Xia Ming."

"Xia Ming fucks him, I can give birth to monkeys for you."

"..."

Everyone was excited when they saw Xia Ming's actions. Xia Ming was playing Tai Chi at this time, how could he win? So many people are screaming wildly.

On the contrary, the foreigners are a little curious.

"What is he doing?"

"No, I don't know, it always feels like he's exercising."

"Do sports? Do you need to do sports while you're playing?"

"not sure."

"I feel like this is Chinese Kung Fu."

"Huaxia Kung Fu? Is it the kind of Chinese Kung Fu that can do ten?"

"Yes, that's it!"

"But his movements are too slow..."

"In Huaxia's words, it should have reached the state where there are no tricks and no tricks, right?"

"..."

Xia Ming's move directly confused the foreigners, and they didn't know what the hell Xia Ming was doing.

but……

In this arena, Xia Ming and Lin Lang looked at each other from a distance. At this time, Lin Lang felt a very special feeling on Xia Ming's body. This special feeling made Lin Lang a little surprised.

I don't know why, even if I played the world without the ball, I felt this great pressure.

Thinking of this, Lin Lang took a deep breath.

"drink……"

At this time, Lin Lang didn't hesitate any longer. The left-handed ball quickly ran up and threw it. As Lin Lang threw it, countless people stared straight at the tennis ball.

It's finally starting... which makes them a little excited.

However, at the next moment, when Lin Lang was slamming the ball with a tennis racket, the people present were shocked to find that Lin Lang actually came to a corner, and then slammed the ball hard. Called out.

And this location is quite tricky.

Because the tennis ball actually fell on the ground after passing the net, and then bounced towards Xia Ming's right next to it.

This scene caused bursts of exclamations.

"Xia Ming be careful."

"Xia Ming, the ball is on the right..."

Countless people are madly reminding Xia Ming that Xia Ming is in the middle, and logically, he can react, but for some reason, the speed of the ball is very fast, so that everyone came to Xia Ming as soon as they finished speaking. to the right.

But at this time...

Xia Ming was waving the racket in his hand carefully, and the next moment, the ball flew towards Xia Ming strangely.

"Bang!"

As soon as Xia Ming tried his best, he quickly hit the ball out. The sudden situation caused countless people to exclaim.

"This...what's the matter?"

"I went, why did the ball suddenly fly towards Xia Ming."

"That's right, I clearly saw the tennis ball flying towards Xia Ming's right, why did it suddenly run to Xia Ming's right, this... This is really incredible."

"It's not haunted, is it?"

"Fuck you, haunted? You told me to be haunted in the daytime? And this is the China Olympics. I don't know how much righteousness there is. You told me to be haunted..."

"Shabi, don't talk, watch the game..."

In this arena, even Lin Lang's expression changed slightly, which made him feel so incredible.

It's shock, it's shock.

His shot just now was indeed heading towards Xia Ming's right side. Logically speaking, the bounce should be very small. In this case, he would be able to win the ball directly.

But for some unknown reason, he felt that Xia Ming seemed to have suction power at that time, and he sucked the tennis ball directly.

This time, his plan was destroyed.

However, Lin Lang was not depressed, and was still staring solemnly at the flying ball.

"drink……"

Following Lin Lang's roar, he hit the ball again in a strange way. Lin Lang played the ball as if he was teleporting, and the speed was very fast.

It was obvious that the ball was in the middle, but when he hit the ball, the position of the ball turned into another direction. This scene was really weird.

However, at this time, Xia Ming used both hands and feet, and the ball came to Xia Ming's side inexplicably again, and was then shot out by Xia Ming.

So you come and go, and for a while, no one can do anything about it.

This makes Longma

They were all shocked.

"This... what the hell is going on here? How did he do it?"

"Actually I wanted to ask that too? Why do all the balls go back to him?"

"It's like there's a suction on him, no matter where the ball goes, it will eventually come back to him."

"If that's the case, it would be too scary."

"Hey...that's the real game, it's terrible."

Ryoma and Zhou Zhu both stared at Xia Ming with glowing eyes, and they were all shocked by Xia Ming.

Lin Lang was also slapping the ball frantically, trying to knock Xia Ming back, but he played in many positions, no matter how tricky the positions were, no matter what means he used, this Xia Ming seemed to have it. With average suction, the ball ran to his side inexplicably, and was hit by him.

As time went by, this made Lin Lang gasp for breath, because his use of this world without the ball required a lot of energy.

The further he goes, the more energy it consumes, and gradually he can't hold it anymore.

Lin Lang was sweating profusely, staring at Xia Ming, which made his face extremely ugly. He even went to the hospital several times day and night to play football.

What I didn't expect at the time was that this would happen.

"what……"

At this moment, Lin Lang suddenly roared, which shocked everyone around him. Many people looked at Lin Lang in unison, wanting to see clearly, this Lin Lang exactly what to do.

Suddenly, after the ball was hit, it spun quickly.

In this ball, there is a strong force, that kind of force, if it is hit by this bone, I am afraid that even the bone will be broken.

When the ball was over, Lin Lang immediately knelt on the ground, panting for breath, and the sweat dripped down his cheeks...

dripped on the ground!

And he was staring at the ball.

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