Yue tingfeng walked a few steps and saw the soccer ball that was being kicked towards him. He stopped and stepped on the soccer ball. He turned around and said to Liu Zixuan and the rest,""Senior, I'll kick it over for you. Catch it ..."
Yue tingfeng sent the ball flying with a kick. With his current leg strength, the average person could not match up to him. The ball flew past him, bringing with it a gust of wind.
And the ball went straight for Liu Zixuan.
Liu Zixuan had been playing football for years. How could he not see the murderous intent in Yue tingfeng's ball? the ball was about to hit his face, and he was sure that his face would be disfigured and his nose bridge would be broken if he was hit.
As a result, Liu Zixuan was so scared that he knelt on the ground. The football flew over his head, lifting a few strands of his hair, and Liu Zixuan's face turned pale.
After the ball flew over, it hit the crossbar on the goal and flew with a thud.
