Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Bang!

Like Ben Lei, a ball was taken from Rijiruo's hands.

The pale yellow tennis ball made a wave of air in mid-air, and there was a fierce wind on its edge, which directly landed on the orange flat hair extension line.

"Good coming!"

There was a glint in the orange eyes.

He moved his legs quickly, and rolled up a black whirlwind, matching the length of the black end, giving people a very clean and neat feeling.

Bang!

The tennis ball fell firmly into the net, but there was no joy on Orange Ping's face. His eyes moved slightly, "It's so penetrating."

His gaze fell on Rijiruo, who was on the opposite side of the court, who had already assumed a strange body posture.

"The ancient martial arts in Kansai?"

Excited and ferocious black-red aura rose from Tangerine's body. When he was in Kyushu before, he also encountered similar opponents.

Unexpectedly, I will see you in Kanto one day...

Huh!

Muscle lines visible to the naked eye emerged, and his rock-solid arm began to exert force.

The racket pressed forward.

Ju Juping didn't play any unloading techniques, and directly used a more arrogant aura and strength to convince him.

Whizzing!

Together with one, there is the breath of a beast that makes people tremble and fearful.

Hijiruo, who just wanted to activate his body, only felt the whole person sink down. It was this hesitation that a fleeting opportunity slipped past his eyes.

Boom!

There was a muffled noise on the hard court, and the members of Bingdi's side discovered that the tennis ball had been rubbing against the wire fence behind Rijiruo.

"Sure enough, this feeling is very similar to the aura on Ajiujin's body."

Hijiruo's mind was very calm. He first glanced at the tennis ball behind him, and then took a deep breath, trying to adjust his body, trying to adapt to the current pressure.

Da da da……

The racket clicked the tennis ball a few times, as if he had found a certain feeling, he held the tennis ball tightly in the palm of his hand.

"The first posture of performing martial arts—" Before the ball was thrown, Ri Jiruo's arm became tight and arched, and a racket was first placed across his chest.

"...Leopard!"

With a soft drink, his hands and feet were almost perfectly coordinated, and he leaped high in the air to buckle the Vice Admiral tennis ball!

boom!

The sound echoed simply and sharply.

Compared with the first ball, this time the swings on the tennis ball are more intense.

With that sharp piercing energy, even if the tennis ball hadn't reached the landing point, Ju Juping felt a dangerous sharp aura.

With the blessing of the breath, their facial features tend to become sharper, and their attention becomes more concentrated.

Whoops.

The tennis ball hit the ground, and then it bounced off at the angle of a flat shot.

Jujuping didn't dare to be careless.

His dark eyes condensed, his left foot was bent half way across, and the other palm was pressed tightly on his right hand holding the racket grip.

"Get me back!"

Buzzing!

His voice was quick and short, and then he felt a strong tearing and penetrating force from the racket.

If he hadn't been prepared from the beginning, I'm afraid this ball alone would make him suffer a big loss.

Juju grinned flatly, and the weight of her body was pushed forward. It's been a long time since he played such a fun game.

Simply, simple, hard-to-do!

Bang!

The tennis ball was wrapped in a black and red breath and turned back.

"Humph!"

Hijiruo squatted, the soles of his feet slammed backward, and he chased after the tennis ball on the front court.

His eyes were firm, his body rose up with an aura of gaze, and the racket in his hand made a white mark in the air in a stride and chopped posture.

The tennis ball was out of sight of the spectators in the blink of an eye.

"15-15!"

The referee glanced at the scratches on the ground on the orange side, and then announced.

"Good job..."

A flash of appreciation flashed in the eyes of Tracebe, "When did he know how to integrate his spirit into the martial arts moves?"

Aside, he smiled, but did not speak first.

It has been a long time since the Atobe had not specifically asked about the strength of the members, and naturally it was not clear about the progress of Fengchang Taro and Hiyoshiro.

"You, me, shirt, and Ajutsu, each of us is a template to learn from and learn from experience."

Looking at the silent trail, she held up his glasses and continued to say: "Tachi, maybe Hiyoshi wouldn't do worse than us."

"Huh, it's just a baby in a swaddle, just learned to walk."

Trace Department snorted softly, but the smile at the corner of his mouth was not hidden at all.

If Hijiruo had just found his own path before and had a basic system, now he is expanding this path in a more far-reaching direction.

It's like he is eyesight, his shirt is kendo, and Ajiujin is breath.

The only thing that is still uncertain is that I don't know whether Hiyoshi's performance in martial arts will be able to hold his tennis in the end.

Bang!

Orange dunks with a dunk, and then the sky full of ball shadows appeared on the court one by one.

Explosive ball flurry!

With the blessing of the breath of wild beasts, this superb change ball is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

"Game, Tachibana is flat, 1-0!"

"Change!"

The referee's voice fell, and the audience watching the game let out a long sigh of relief.

Just now, in the first game of the counterattack, I just watched them hooked.

Many people held their breath and opened their eyes, for fear that they would miss any goal they might score.

But in the end...

"Very well, the minister broke the lead first!"

Kamio Akira shook his fist vigorously from the sidelines.

"Then, just follow this rhythm!"

The flames of desire for victory are burning in his eyes. If they win this game, they will be the first to come to the match point.

Although it was only the second team, it was possible that Qingxue might not be able to push the Bingdi to this point.

Although the other people in Fudo Peak didn't make a sound, they could tell from their excited expressions that they also had the same thoughts as Kamio.

Looking at the orange, standing on the court like a mighty lion. They felt a sense of pride in their hearts.

The fearless seed has quietly been planted in the heart of this black legion.

"Brother, come on!"

Juxing’s voice rang from the sidelines. She was one of the few girls present to cheer for Fudo Peak.

Ju Juping glanced at the sidelines, and there was a warm current in his heart. Then the breath on his body was released even more undisguised.

咚咚, 咚咚...

The tennis ball in his hand that was hitting the ground immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Higira squatted halfway in the backcourt, staring at the opposite side without squinting, all the energy of the whole person was concentrated.

The former minister of Lion Music is much more difficult than he imagined, and his strength is much stronger.

However, the ancient Wuliu philosophy he upholds will not make him have any thoughts of shrinking.

Bang!

Bang!

The two figures suddenly ran back and forth on the court.

...

Ajujin was lying under a big tree with a piece of green grass in his mouth, staring at the distant sky in a daze.

His thoughts were very drifting now, and for a while, the back of Jackie Yu appeared, and for a while, Hoshino Nanami's crescent smile appeared again.

Atobe, Ninzu, Shido Ryo, Jiro, Hiyoshiro, Byodoin, Old Man Mifune...

It was not until a long time before he suddenly realized that most of his memories were actually inextricably linked to tennis.

"Hey, Bingdi's barbarians, would you like a drink?"

Just as he was thinking about the origin of everything, a somewhat disturbing voice rang in his ears.

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