Strengthening and Upgrading the Opening God-level Options

"Ding! The host is provoked, trigger options, please make the following choices:

Option 1: Accept the opponent's challenge and defeat the opponent, reward: cooking ability and momentum

Option 2: Refuse to accept the opponent's challenge and apologize, reward: the audience will run. "

"Fuck!" Ye Xuan couldn't help but exclaimed.

The reward for the first option is quite good. Ye Xuan imagined that if the reward for the second option was good, he could consider it, but he didn't expect to let him run wild.

With so many people at the scene, if Ye Xuan did this, he would be completely famous in Linglan Middle School.

Zhao Long thought Ye Xuan was scolding him, and his face darkened immediately.

"Ye Xuan, are you tired and crooked? You dare to scold me."

Ye Xuan reacted, seeing Zhao Long's angry look, and said softly: "Do I have a name, okay, I won't talk too much nonsense with you, isn't it just a heads-up, I accept."

As soon as Zhao Long saw Ye Xuan accepted the duel, a wicked smile appeared on his face and said, "Ye Xuan, in order to prevent you from being afraid to touch the ball behind you, I will let you come first."

"No, no, Zhao Long, you should come first. After all, for a person as good as me, it will only take a few minutes to beat you." Ye Xuan sarcastically went back.

"Okay, I don't want to hide it anymore, in fact, I am the god of football."

"hiss--"

Everyone gasped when they heard it, and after they reacted, they laughed "haha".

"Oh, hey, I laughed so hard, this Ye Xuan actually said that he was the god of football."

"Isn't it, why can't Ye Xuan go to the sky by himself!"

Zhao Long laughed disdainfully, and then moved the ball forward with his feet. I have to say that Zhao Long's basic skills are quite good. I saw him turn around very handsomely and park the ball at a penalty kick 11 meters away from the goal. on-line.

"Wow, Brother Long's dipping technique is really amazing." Sun Li immediately cheered.

"That's natural. Don't you know that Brother Long is very good at football? It is said that some people from the city team have contacted Brother Long, and Brother Long will enter the city team in the future." Li Wei said.

"Cut, the city team is a ball. Brother Long will enter the national team and lead the national team to win the World Cup."

"I also think so."

Many people started bragging, and almost didn't say that Zhao Long would lead the national team out of the universe in the future.

With a smug look on his face, Zhao Long fixed the ball, only to see him take two steps back, then one run up and the other kicked on the football.

Zhao Long saw that he had entered the first ball, and snarled towards Ye Xuan, his expression was full of provocation.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Long started his second goal, which also scored the goal.

After a few seconds, Zhao Long started his third goal again, but this one hit the goal post and flew straight out. The final result was three goals and two goals.

Those who supported Zhao Long applauded and cheered.

"Everyone, you have seen it, I will say that Brother Long is awesome, and this game is a sure win."

"That's of course. Brother Long said football is second, and no one dares to say first."

"Hey, it's Ye Xuan's turn next. I want to see how he ends up."

Zhao Long walked towards Ye Xuan with a sullen face, and said, "Ye Xuan, it's your turn next, but I think Yiyi's face can let you go, but only if you admit defeat."

"Admit defeat?" Ye Xuan murmured, and then said: "Zhao Long, the word admit defeat is not in my dictionary, you only scored two goals, won't I win if I score three goals?"

"Haha..." Zhao Long laughed wildly when he heard this, this penalty is not so easy.

Don't look at the size of the goal, but the penalty kick is very particular. You must control the strength and angle well, otherwise you won't be able to score.

"Okay, since you are so loud, then I want to see how you beat me."

Ye Xuan turned around to pick up the football and put it on the penalty line.

"The distance of 11 meters is not very far. As long as you pay attention, there will be no problem. Come on." Ye Xuan cheered himself up.

"Come on, Ah Xuan!" Liu Yiyi shouted loudly.

"Ding! Automatically trigger the intermediate projection ability..."

"Ding! Adjusting the strength required for the current distance... Adjusting the angle required for the current distance..."

"Ding! After the adjustment, the host can start performing."

When Ye Xuan heard the voice of the system, he was very happy. Now that he has the blessing of the system, he is full of confidence.

At this moment, Ye Xuan was like a different person, and his confident smile appeared in front of everyone.

Ye Xuanchao stepped back one meter away, and soon he started to run, kicking the football directly with his right foot.

The football flew straight forward like a cannonball, and after running for a distance in the air, it went straight to the entrance.

The originally noisy scene became quiet at this moment. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and everyone was dumbfounded.

"No, Ye Xuan actually scored a goal, what the hell!"

"Fuck! Ye Xuan scored a goal!"

Zhao Long saw this scene, and the expression on his face suddenly became stiff. He originally believed that Ye Xuan would not be able to score the goal, but he did not expect that the other party would get a good start.

Whether it was luck or not, Ye Xuan scored the first goal.

"Axuan, you are amazing, come on!" Liu Yiyi cheered happily.

Under the leadership of Liu Yiyi, some girls also cheered for Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan ignored the crowd, and saw that he picked up the football and walked towards the midfield line under everyone's attention.

"Fuck, what does Ye Xuan mean? Is he going to play on the midfield line?"

I don't know who shouted, and everyone reacted.

"Crazy, this Ye Xuan is really crazy, he actually wants to take a penalty at the midfield line, which is about fifty meters away from the goal!"

"Damn it, who gave him the courage? He really regards himself as the god of football. The penalty kick from the midfield line is a joke."

Ye Xuan put the football on the midfield line.

"Ding! Adjusting the strength required for the current distance... Adjusting the angle required for the current distance..."

Zhao Long looked at Ye Xuan on the midfield line, he sneered, and said, "This Ye Xuan is really pretentious, a penalty kick from the midfield line, how is this possible?"

"I, Zhao Long, have played football for so many years, and my strength is obvious to all. Even I dare not do it. Why is he?"

"Brother Long, don't worry, Ye Xuan is nothing but grandstanding, he will lose." Sun Li said flatteringly.

"Of course, if Brother Long is here, how can Ye Xuan have anything to do with him." Li Wei also said quickly.