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He turned back and shouted to Butcher Zheng: "Brother Zheng! Throw the Cuju into the sky! Throw it as high as you can!"

Then Butcher Zheng waved his arm and threw the Cuju high into the air.

Liu Yuanhui moved his right leg behind him and shouted: "Lingbo Weibu!"

I saw him exerting force with his legs, spinning his body and leaping high, and kicked Cuju forward with a barb in the air!

As his body fell, he quickly stepped back and forth with his feet, falling directly toward midfield.

"Master Xing'ai! Lend me some help!" Liu Yuanhui shouted to Xing'ai below.

Xing Ai, who still had the shoe print of the iron-clad boy on his right face, stepped forward and was about to raise his hands for help when his feet slipped and he subconsciously lowered his hands to find his balance.

Liu Yuanhui had already fallen. In desperation, he stepped directly on Xing Ai's left face and jumped up again.

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

"Pfft!" Abbot Jiinan in the box couldn't help but laugh too, then quickly put it away and said only: "Amitabha..."

In the air, Liu Yuanhui had just caught up with Cuju and was about to launch a volley. At this time, the iron-faced boy also used Qinggong to jump up, reaching the same height as Liu Yuanhui!

Cuju is between the two!

Liu Yuanhui was so anxious that he grabbed the iron-faced boy's chest in mid-air and lifted it up: "Come on up!"

Liu Yuanhui felt something was wrong in his hand just after he finished speaking.

However, the current situation prevented him from thinking too much.

Cuju was right in front of him. Without saying a word, he hit Cuju into the opponent's goal with a powerful kick!

The boy with the iron mask who was thrown out suddenly panicked after being caught, lost his balance in the air, and his mask fell off at the same time!

After Liu Yuanhui landed, he quickly jumped up again. At a glance, he saw that the iron-faced boy after taking off his mask was actually Yelv Feixue!

Liu Yuanhui caught Yelv Feixue in the air and tightly wrapped it around his chest, grabbing the fallen mask with his other hand.

Embracing Yelv Feixue, the two of them spun around and slowly fell down.

After landing, Liu Yuanhui felt a chill in his waist.

Then, he heard Yelu Feixue's muffled voice in his arms: "Let me go!"

Liu Yuanhui quickly said: "Don't move! Miss Feixue, I don't know, no offense, please put on the mask in front of me, I will block it for you! Otherwise, so many people will make a noise when they find out that you are disguised as a man!"

Yelu Feixue pressed her forehead against Liu Yuanhui's chest and even heard Liu Yuanhui's rapid heartbeat.

She slowly took the dagger away from Liu Yuanhui's waist, took the mask and put it on before gently pushing Liu Yuanhui away. The mask engraved with the wolf head totem covered Yelu Feixue's crimson cheeks.

Wanyan Sheng in the box clapped his hands and laughed: "Hahahaha! You're done for Brother Liu! You will never be able to get rid of this Yelv Feixue in this life! Hahaha!"

On the court, Liu Yuanhui apologized repeatedly: "I'm so sorry, Princess Feixue!"

Yelv Feixue put her hands behind her back and said softly: "It's okay, just don't tell anyone!"

"That's natural! Princess Feixue, don't worry!" Liu Yuanhui said and turned around to run, while looking at his palms.

He felt that Yelv Feixue's tenderness still seemed to remain in his palm, and he couldn't help but blush.

Xing Ai, who had big and small shoe prints on his face, stepped forward and asked, "Brother Liu! Why is your face red? I didn't see you being stepped on!"

Liu Yuanhui quickly explained: "I drank some wine and tea before the game and just got sick."

In the second half, Liu Yuanhui and Yelu Feixue went back and forth, but the players on both sides stayed in place tacitly and did not move.

The whole game seemed to be a competition between Liu Yuanhui and Feixue.

The two don't seem to be competing, they just look like a couple dancing a waltz in the air.

Everyone quietly watched Liu Yuanhui and Yelu Feixue "dancing" in the Cuju field.

Zhao Xuanling and Cheng Yutang both tilted their heads and looked at the field.

"Do you think Liu Yuanhui and the one wearing the mask... are a bit strange?"

"It's really weird. Are they playing Cuju?"

Li Shishi, who had already seen the clues, firmly held the guardrail in front of him.

When the game was about to end, the score was nine to nine.

On the court, Yelu Feixue jumped up with the ball again and deliberately shouted loudly: "Liu Yuanhui! Take my kick!"

Liu Yuanhui also jumped up: "Okay! Who is afraid of whom!"

The two kicked Cuju on both sides at the same time.

Yelu Feixue took the opportunity to say to Liu Yuanhui: "Liu Yuanhui! I, Yelu Feixue, have never admitted defeat! But this time, the victory is given to you!"

Liu Yuanhui looked confused. Before he could say anything, he saw Yelu Feixue volleying Cuju towards his own goal with an overhead kick. At the same time, he shouted to his teammates: "Don't stop him! Get out of the way!"

After hearing this, the players from the Liao national team got out of the way.

With the sound of the final gong, Cuju also entered the goal.

Liu Yuanhui and Yelu Feixue fell face to face on the lawn.

At this time, the players on the field, the audience off the field, and everyone in the box were stunned, unable to understand Yelu Feixue's operation.

The referee announced the result of the game: "The final score is ten to nine! Team Yuanhui wins!"

Liu Yuanhui took a step forward and asked, "Princess Feixue, who are you?"

"Liu Yuanhui, you don't have to call me Princess Feixue from now on, just call me Xue'er! This victory belongs to you!" Yelu Feixue said and turned to leave.

Her eyebrows were flying under her mask: "Victory is yours, and you are mine!"

Liu Yuanhui stared at that dashing figure for a long time.

The next moment, Yuan Hui yawned and surrounded the team members.

Bailey said: "Master, how come you and this tough guy playing Cuju sound like you're in love?"

Xing covered his face in anger: "Someone stepped on me!"

Shi Ying stepped forward: "You agreed to let him have no descendants?! You kick him in the crotch, Master Liu!"

Yang Lu adjusted his clothes aside and said, "Humph, you can't even tell the difference between men and women, stupid!"

Everyone immediately looked at Liu Yuanhui with wide eyes.

Liu Yuanhui was speechless for a moment, and finally he could only wave his hands and said: "How do I know if it's a boy or a girl?! Let's go! Go back to sleep!"

After saying that, Liu Yuanhui turned around and left quickly.

As he walked, he looked at his palm again and couldn't help but muttered: "Hmm... it feels good."

The next game was between the Tubo team composed of lamas and the Xiangguosi team composed of monks.

At the beginning, a lama wearing a red cassock and a cockscomb-like hat began to sit on the ground and chant sutras. Oppositely, eleven Arhats with golden bronze skin set up an Arhat wall and began to chant sutras.

Liu Yuanhui was watching in the box, when the abbot of Xiangguo Temple walked in.

Liu Yuanhui bowed and saluted: "Master Jie Nan, Abbot!"

Jie Nan returned the greeting and said: "Amitabha... Donor Liu's game yesterday was very exciting, I admire it!"

"The abbot is too flattering!"

"I came here today to ask for something!"

"The abbot is polite, but let's face it, Yuan Hui will definitely do his best!"

"Amitabha...Today's Cuju competition is no small matter. It is not only a battle between two temples, but also a battle between Theravada Buddhism and Mahayana Buddhism! I only ask Donor Liu not to be like the last competition..."

Liu Yuanhui looked embarrassed and said quickly: "Abbott, don't worry! The girls from Yichunyuan are not here today! Hahaha, then I will try my best to help the Xiangguo Temple team win this game! Give the abbot a victory!"

Jie Nan said that as long as it was fair and just, he left the room.

After the two teams on the field finished chanting, they all set up their formations.

"Hahaha, Dujuan, look at those lamas' hats, they look like brooms!"

Zhao Xuanling smiled in the box.

Cheng Yutang glanced at her: "That's the Banxia hat of Tubo Mahayana Buddhism! If you don't understand, talk less, it will show your cowardice!"

Then the two started to quarrel again, and Li Shishi and Du Juan started fighting respectively.

Just listen to the sound of a gong and the game begins.

"The competition between lamas and monks is so interesting!"

"The two factions, Dacheng and Xiaocheng, claim to be independent of the world. In fact, they have been fighting in theory for hundreds of years. This time they are finally facing each other head-on!"

“I’ve seen something better this time!”

The audience is looking forward to this showdown.

This time it was Xiangguosi who was serving the ball. Instead of setting up a Arhat formation to defend first like before, they spread out and everyone shouted in unison: "Golden Bell!"

I saw eleven Arhats, each of whom seemed to be covered with a big bell shining with golden light, lining up in a row to attack the lamas on the opposite side.

On the opposite side, the Tibetan team, led by the Dalai Lama and the Panchen Lama, also lined up in a row and shouted in unison: "The Tantric Hunyuan Divine Skill!"

Then I saw that each lama was covered with a red-light prayer wheel! We met Arhat head-on!

The audience stood up and shouted loudly.

Everyone wants to see what the showdown between the golden bell and the prayer wheel will look like!

With a deafening sound, the entire Cuju field shook like an earthquake.

All the spectators were so shocked that they covered their ears.

The lama and the monk collided!

Flashes of red and gold were scattered between the bells and prayer wheels.

I saw the golden bell and prayer wheel began to rotate at high speed, making an extremely sharp and harsh sound!

Everyone couldn't help but close their eyes and cover their ears.

The members of both sides were evenly matched, neither giving in to the other, unable to move a step.

The Cuju in the middle had already exploded to pieces, and the rotating columnar objects on both sides were like meat grinders, and anything in the middle would be crushed to pieces.

Then there was another sound that echoed through the sky!

The members of the two teams collided again and then retreated backwards. Then they sat on the ground and began to perform exercises to recover their skills.

"Dangdangdang..."

A string of gongs interrupted the two teams' repose.

The referee rubbed his eyes and picked his ears and stepped forward to warn: "Are you fighting or kicking Cuju! What magical skills are you doing, aren't you afraid of hurting others? How can the audience watch the game if you do this? A warning for each team! That one just now, absolutely Don’t come again!”

"Amitabha..." The lama and the monk saluted each other.

In terms of etiquette, monks and lamas respect each other quite a bit.

The umpire threw in a new ball and the game continued.