Male God Cultivation Manual

On the court, Feng He is working hard. Outside the court, Liu slightly opens his eyes, surprised by the boy's performance on the court, "Xian Yilang, have you seen it? Feng's style of play..." At this time, he is playing with When Atobe hit the most critical time, it was gradually changing.Should it be said that he is particularly courageous, or is he so confident that he is fearless?In other words, he happened to meet the most suitable and strongest opponent. Under the heavy pressure, not only did he not crush him, but it stimulated him to face the difficulties and find an opportunity to break through.

"Well," Sanada involuntarily took a step forward. Although he has always known that the potential of the wind is extraordinary, otherwise he would not be as optimistic as Yukimura, but when he really saw him approaching to surpass in the game, he still had a burning feeling Welling up from the bottom of my heart, it was a kind of fighting spirit only when seeing an opponent with amazing ability, "He is trying to change." Then in the change, he surpassed himself.

"Once again." Liu also stared intently at the young man who seemed to be on the verge of breaking out of his cocoon. What will he do this time?

Whether to break out of the cocoon or just break the halberd, Sanada and him are looking forward to, looking forward to the result that he will bring them as they expected last time.

Come on, Feng, don't lose to Atobe, let alone yourself.

Feng He stared at the tennis ball, originally cold and sharp, which was accumulated in the past matches, as long as he stood on the court, it was like the moment of shining a sword, without hesitation or hesitation, it was unparalleled in sharpness, A sword of frost and cold fourteen states is the sharpness and stunningness of the sword.

But at this moment, on this arena where he and Atobe are competing head-to-head, with the changes in his movements, those extremely cold light-colored eyes gradually melted, clear but not cold, bright but not unfavorable, just like After winter, the bottomless clear stream thaws with the spring breeze.From being frozen to gradually starting to flow, although it was not wide or turbulent at the beginning, no matter whether it was a huge rock or a dangerous peak, or a desert Gobi, it could not stop its rushing.

Then, bit by bit, the flowing water became more and more surging, and the power became stronger and stronger. Flowing through mountain streams and dangerous shoals, the water flow became faster and faster, and the power accumulated for this day was bursting out like never before. The energy of the water pushes the water to a wider and wider distance.

Not sharper, not colder.

Instead, it is more round and smooth, and it moves more freely.

The clouds in the sky, the flowing water in the mountain stream, should be like this, continuous and full of fun, completely integrating everything in it, just like the white clouds surging in the sky, like the rushing water in the mountain stream, both tangible and invisible, But after the wind and rain, although it has become more powerful, the essence is still the same as it was at the beginning, unrestrained and freely swaying - flowing clouds and flowing water.

"Feng, he has surpassed himself." Liu shook his head slightly, half admiring and half sighing, whenever he thought this was the real data of Feng, he would go beyond again and create a tennis ball above the data.The most difficult thing is not progress. As long as you keep working hard every day, everyone will make more or less progress. What is really difficult is to break through your limits again and again.Everyone has a limit, some may stop there, while some people can use their limit as the driving force for progress, the ladder of progress, break through the limit, and move forward bravely.

"He did it." Sanada slapped his hand on the fence beside the court with some excitement, "It's a good job."

"Xianichiro, this game is really crucial to Feng." Liu turned his head and glanced at Sanada's expression, letting Feng play such a game, his choice was correct.He always thought that Yukimura knew the wind best in the tennis club, but unexpectedly, Sanada knew no less about wind than Yukimura.

Sanada withdrew his hands and crossed them on his chest, his face that was still sinking just now showed a faint expression of satisfaction, "He is more suitable for the current style of tennis." Although the wind played well before, but in Sanada's practice For people who have practiced swordsmanship and pay more attention to spiritual aspects, there is always a feeling that they are vaguely out of place.His style of tennis should not be sharp and sharp, but an invisible wind that makes opponents unpredictable and irresistible.It can change with the change of the situation, it is invisible but has a heart, it is in various poses and with different expressions, and it is comfortable and comfortable.

But after this time, Sanada believes that Fenghe has completely found the right path, and as long as he keeps moving towards this path, there will always be amazing achievements.

However, looking at Feng He's changes on the court, Sanada also faintly moved, no, or as the wind progressed, this idea became more and more intense. When will it be time to officially compete with Feng He.

If Sanada and Liuta who stood outside the court were admiration and affirmation as companions, what Atobe felt more on the court was pressure.

From the very beginning of the game, Atobe could clearly feel that Fenghe had made a lot of progress during this period of time. Whether it was his skills or physical fitness, it was very different from when he played against him in the Kanto Conference.

But so what, Fenghe has made amazing progress, and Atobu is not stagnant. For tennis, his diligence and hard work are no less than anyone else, coupled with excellent talent and amazing insight, all of these are superimposed Together, Atobe can stand on any arena dazzlingly, throw up his coat, and say with confidence that he is almost arrogant: the winner is my uncle.

So in the face of Fenghe's progress, Atobe was not panicked, but went all out.

Atobe admits that Feng He is a rare and good opponent, but he is confident that he will be the final winner of this game.

But now, the remarkable change in the people on the opposite side of the field made Atobe frown slightly. He has unparalleled observation skills, and of course he can see what Sanada and Liu can see, just like suddenly As if he had grasped some crucial point, Feng He's skill at this moment even exceeded Atobe's highest expectations for his opponent.

Even so, Atobe's response was still calm and calm, looking for the opponent's weaknesses in the most unlikely places, and defeating them in one fell swoop.

All the pressure will become the driving force for him to move forward, no matter how much the people on the opposite side of the court improve on the court, he will be the winner in the end!

This is the confidence and firmness of Atobe on the tennis court.

On the field, Fenghe's own changes, nothing can be more clear than what he can do.

His physical strength is being consumed, but his spirit is stretching. His understanding of flowing clouds and flowing water is like breaking through some bottleneck suddenly. All offensive and defensive movements are integrated, gradually merging and resonating with the spirit.

Flowing clouds and flowing water, it turned out to be such a tennis ball.

At the beginning, there is no fixed quality, but it always does what it should do, and it always stops when it cannot be stopped.

"What are you doing? Private games are prohibited here!" The coach's roar was especially loud in the silent night.

The two players in the game stopped their movements, and the only sound left in the entire field was the sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground, as well as the uncontrollable panting.

Fenghe and Atobe looked at each other, their eyes were full of undiminished fighting spirit, and soon, they will see the outcome of this match.

"Come and gather, everyone!" The coach yelled again, "Including those off the court over there." These teenagers are really a headache. They have repeatedly emphasized that private games are not allowed, but since they can be recruited to participate in the training camp, which one is not The proud son of his own school, who would be convinced by whom, started to compete in private if he didn't pay attention.

Knowing that it would be impossible to continue tonight, Feng He took the lead in lowering his racket and walked towards the coach outside the court.Seeing Feng He move, Atobe turned his head and snorted, and walked towards the coach.

Gather a few people together, and after the severe reprimand, the coach's punishment is not serious, and it is just adding more exercises after the fixed training is completed. Feng He has long been used to being punished in Lihai University. Not even an eyebrow moved.

Although these extra training volumes sound amazing, compared with Li Haida's occasional double and triple punishment menu, he feels that he can still survive smoothly.

However, compared to being punished by the coach, Feng He thinks that Vice Minister Sanada standing next to him is more terrifying, really.

Ah, the deputy minister's face is so dark, can he really return to Lihai University alive?

No, no, will he still be alive after returning to Lihai University?

Damn, when did Sanada and Liu come here? He didn't realize it at all. Not only was he caught on the spot and violated the training discipline to compete privately, but he also got them both punished.

As long as he thinks about the consequences of returning to Lihai University, Feng He feels that his eyes are going black.

Not only the deputy minister, but also their staff and the people who master all the training plans.Sometimes, he even felt that Liu was scarier than Vice Minister Sanada, of course, before he thought about his face.

The game ended without a problem and was punished by the coach. There is nothing to say. Let's go back to our respective houses. Feng He packed up his things and followed Sanada and Liu.

On Bingdi's side, Ren Zuo was waiting for Atobe, Atobe didn't have Fenghe's worries, he was the king of Bingdi's tennis, who could punish him.

Seeing Atobe putting the racket into the tennis bag, Shinobu pushed his glasses, and couldn't help asking a question, "Atobe, if this game is over, who will win?" Before this game, Shinobu It's hard to imagine myself asking such a question.

Atobe paused, then lifted the tennis bag, "Of course the winner is me. Do you have any objections, huh?"

"No." It's hard to say if the game doesn't go to the end, especially in a situation like Kazuka Atobe where the opponents are close to each other. The outcome is indeed in between, but the reason for asking that sentence is Because Shinozu felt that, according to the situation just now, Atobe... might lose.However, it was just a judgment at that moment. Atobe is also a person who can show [-]% of his strength on the court. Maybe there will be some amazing changes.

Unfortunately, the game was not over.

To Shinobu's answer, Atobe snorted, turned his head to look at the backs of Li Hai's three leaving, or in other words, the back of one of them, with a fighting spirit in his eyes, this game will be finished one day.

Uncle Ben is looking forward to it.

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