The Heroes of Fast Transmigration Beg to Fly

Chapter 203 The Lost Yuan Song (7)

Yao Qing stood in the middle of the field and looked through Zhu Mian quietly. The distance was too far and he couldn't see clearly. He saw that the Holy One was sitting upright, looking old, and the princes were sitting on both sides.

The gong and cobalt sounded, someone went to the court to announce the start of the game, and the court began to quiet down.The guard stepped forward and gave everyone a sepak takraw ball, and the players began to carry the sepak takraw ball.

Holding the takraw ball, Yao Qing felt a sense of intimacy, and a word buzzed in his head, as if someone had said to himself, "Generally, the movements of hitting for nothing can be divided into: crutching, creeping, stepping, kicking, etc. It's about your awareness of it."

Holding the rattan fan, I saw a woman confusedly, kicked the ball lightly, relaxed but full of strength, and muttered something.

"What are you doing?" A thin man next to him gently reminded Yao Qing, who came back to his senses and stood in the middle of the arena in a daze.

"Hey, you are still in a daze. If you don't start kicking General Mo, you will be cut. Not to mention that you were appointed by the Fifth Highness, even if the Third Highness appointed you, General Mo will kill you alive. He has never lost. ".The man easily flipped the takraw ball and said like this.

Yao Qing raised his eyes and saw Mo Ziqi's menacing eyes, as if he was about to breathe fire, he really had a bad temper.

Yao Qing touched the takraw ball, kicked it up slowly, and could catch it easily, and gradually realized that he was able to catch it with his hands. He turned around and flew up, caught the ball in mid-air, turned around slowly, tiptoed his right toe, left Stretching the toes in mid-air, and then spinning the takraw ball, the ball kept spinning, such a difficult movement caught everyone's attention.

Throwing the ball with the left foot in the air, arranging flowers obliquely, tiptoeing the ball, like flying petals in the air, beautiful but heroic.

She seemed to see that woman again, playing with the takraw ball constantly,

Turning around, the wind swings the lotus, stepping on the ball and swaying in the air, like lotus leaves in the stormy water, messy in the rain.The scene was so spectacular that some officials around stood up in amazement and took a few breaths.Throwing the sepak takraw ball and pushing it up with her head, she can clearly remember that this is a Buddha head ball,
Passing the ball to the palm of his hand again, the sepak takraw ball rolled on his body, and with a trick, the surroundings were so quiet that no sound could be heard.

The takraw ball players around had gradually stopped, and even Mo Ziqi had an unbelievable expression. He had seen this move before, when he was still in the state of Chu.

In the end, when Yan returned to the nest, the takraw ball flew out, circled around the court, and then flew back along the original path. Everyone was amazed at how powerful it must be.

When Yao Qing stopped, the surroundings were completely silent.Panting deeply, Yao Qing's mind suddenly fell into confusion. How could she remember these six moves so clearly, and even vaguely saw the man in white stroking her head gently, "Ah Li, I will only give you Perform once, whether it will be up to you."

Yao Qing supported his body and pressed the slightly painful temple,

The other person smiled softly, "It's like playing with something to lose one's ambition, but you love it so much."

My heart ached numbly.

After a long while, there was a burst of applause from behind Zhumian, it was His Royal Highness
"Royal Father, this is the Six Forms of White Fighting of General Jinwu of Chu State."

Afterwards, the area around the court was boiling, and the two high-ranking officials beside the emperor nodded quickly.

"It turned out to be General Jin Wu's white-strike six-style"

“It’s rare for someone to show such momentum.”

"How could this woman do this? Could it be?"

Emperor Wu Yan pondered for a while, "I didn't expect Beiguo Cuju to have such talents. In the first half, it seems that the Yan team won. We all take a short rest, and then proceed to the second half after half a stick of incense."

Jin Heng looked at the third brother who was sitting on the left of the Holy Majesty. At this time, the third highness lowered his head slightly, unable to see his expression clearly, and rubbed the wrench on his thumb with his right hand.He looked very calm, but he knew that the quieter the third brother was, the more dangerous he would be.Jin Heng was considering whether to proceed with this plan, looking at the pretty face in the audience, as if he had made up his mind.

Yao Qing followed the Yan team to the end, his mind was like a blur.However, the team members who were not very enthusiastic about him were now a little too enthusiastic. They came forward to flatter him one by one, and Yao Qing raised his eyebrows.

Mo Ziqi also seemed a little shocked, and stepped forward to pat her on the shoulder.
"Yes, I hope you can give me a bigger surprise next time. Don't just show off your skills."

Yao Qing smiled, and he, who should be happy after this victory, couldn't laugh at all.

Looking in Mu Qing's direction, Mu Qing just froze in place, and his expression was even more strange, as if he had made a big mistake, Yao Qing's doubts gradually expanded, and his heart suddenly became uneasy, and he became more and more suspicious of this situation. purpose of the game.

Yao Qing had been stunned for a cup of tea in the corner off the court. Compared with the enthusiasm of the Northern Army, he seemed a little too calm. The second half of the game was about to go on as scheduled, but he was powerless.

"Su Yaoqing, in the second half of the game, the two teams will be mixed together, and a gate will be designed in the middle with a romantic eye in the center, so that the ball can pass through the team with the most sepak takraw balls without hitting the ground. It is a bit difficult for a human to win, but you have good skills, so you can just try to pass the ball." Mo Ziqi stepped forward and sat down next to Yao Qing, smiling very friendly.

Yao Qing looked at that dark face and remembered the enthusiasm of the people when the Northern Army returned to the city.I suddenly felt that I shouldn't have lost, which lowered the morale of the Northern Army.

"Well, Captain, I'll try my best," answered the question in a non-questionable way.

The drum sounded again, and Mo Ziqi raised his hand to lead the team into the field, followed by Yao Qing. This is a chance that requires long training to win.She knew that the reason why Mo Ziqi thought she was flamboyant, she might also think that she would not train for a long time. In fact, when she thought about it, she was very good at the sepak takraw ball, as if she had been training continuously before, and she had been in contact with it since she was a child.

When everyone stands on time, the manager announces the start of the game, and everyone stands in teams, each guarding one side.

Mo Ziqi and the opponent on the other side started to share the ball, and Yao Qing began to gather all his energy and concentrate.This kind of solemn arena made Yao Qing feel a little leap forward. She also saw that woman she called her sister. Her pride at that time, how could she be willing to lose her sister's pride.

Mo Ziqi grabbed the sepak takraw ball and kicked it towards Fengliuyan with such force, the first ball was scored so easily.

No one seemed to react. Mo Ziqi continued to distribute the ball, and the people on the opposite side began to use force and swept over. The red team was accidentally knocked down by several teammates. The thin man who was on the field to remind her to regain consciousness was knocked down by the opponent. On the ground.

Mo Ziqi looked furious.The whole person is a little irritable.The ball was about to fly by, Yao Qing picked up the fish on the ground, twirled the takraw ball upside down, passed the opponent with his shoulders behind his back, Heng kicked the takraw ball into the eye of Fengliu, and it was another victory for the team.

He and Mo Ziqi lifted the skinny man who fell to the ground, and they looked at each other and smiled.

(End of this chapter)