The referee slightly raised his head in the direction of the Confucian Hall, and only heard the clicking sound of the machine rope turning. The two beasts' gates that kept moving on the sideline of Langyuan slowly stopped, and finally stopped in the middle.

The referee waved the two teams closer.

Then he stretched out his hand and pointed at the door of the beast's mouth in front of him.

Then he pointed to the sick man at his feet and said with a smile: "From here, kick it vertically. No matter what method you use, you will score if you shoot it into the goal. Otherwise, you will not score."

"What?"

Wen Donglai was suddenly startled. He visually measured the distance and found that it was a hundred feet away, while the size of the beast's entrance gate was less than three feet.

Are you kidding, who can kick it in?

He seemed to remember that the farthest football shot on earth was less than 100 meters away.

The distance of one hundred feet is three hundred and thirty-three meters...

Wen Donglai lost his mind for a while.

"When I'm dreaming, my urine can shake so far." He smiled bitterly to himself: "Let's wait and see what happens."

But the other team members actually looked at him expectantly.

"There is something wrong with your eyes... Men should improve themselves..." Wen Donglai wanted to remind them, but the words could not come out of his mouth.

First, our Tianxia team will take the first shot.

It was expected that the captain wearing No. 4 jersey would take the first kick.

He stood in front of the sick ghost, looked up at the sky, murmured to himself, as if communicating with someone, and a smile escaped from the corner of his mouth.

Bow, lift your feet, shoot...

The sick ghost drew a wonderful arc and hit the door of the beast's mouth with a radius of three feet.

…roar…

Score.

The whole audience was surprised and silent.

Wen Donglai was also surprised and even his body trembled...

Just now, he saw the Yin Stem 10-10 Confucianism above his head splitting a crack into a body like a giant mountain of flesh and blood.

A bloody hand shaped like a claw stretched out from the crack, catching the flying sick ghost in his hand, and then threw it hard, hitting the door of the mansion.

"Confucianism is so weird that he even cheats..."

Wen Donglai's understanding of the world was refreshed again.

Next, Wen Donglai was trembling all over, watching helplessly as the opponent scored one point, two points, three points...

He shot through the gate three times, and three times he shot through the gate with the help of Ru Weiwei.

The whole place was silent.

It is not uncommon in Tianru Continent to hit the target three times and get through the door.

But this is the first time in the nearly 100 years of competition in Kuru Town.

Mo Longsheng narrowed his eyes and stared at our Tianxia team off the court. He felt something was a little strange.

"Kuzhu, after this competition, please investigate everyone in this team for me. I suspect they are cheating... Kuzhu... Kuzhu..."

He called softly, turned his head blankly, and found that Kuzhu had left at some point.

He was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but blame Ku Zhu secretly in his heart.

This girl is so brave. At such an important moment, where did she go?

On the Wolf Plains, even the referee who was an expert in shooting was frightened and looked at me as if he was stupid.

Finally looking at Wen Donglai's group, he found that most of them looked ashen.

His eyes wandered and finally settled on Wen Donglai's face.

Shen Sheng said: "If you enter one less door, you will not be able to qualify..."

Of course Wen Donglai understood what he meant. If he scored three goals, the Kuru Wild Wolves would draw with our home team Tianxia, ​​and both teams would qualify.

But uncle, why are you looking at me?

Aren’t these people around me human beings?

Wen Donglai looked at his teammates expectantly, but all of them smiled bitterly and looked at him with helpless eyes.

He took a long breath and looked at Zhao Wuxie outside Langyuan.

Zhao Wuxie was already very shocked by Wen Donglai's performance. When he saw him looking at him, he pointed at the auditorium.

Wen Donglai was so happy that he immediately waved to Mo Yanyu and said excitedly to the referee: "I am asking for a substitute, she is Mo Yanyu, Miss Mo."

Mo Yanyu immediately stood up and prepared to come down.

But the other party's expression changed slightly, but he started shouting.

"How can one substitute during a burst shot? Is there any fairness at all?"

"We are all Confucian people, so we naturally put our righteousness first. If we change someone at the last minute, it would be a breach of trust and we are not convinced." The meaning of the words seemed to be a secret scolding Wen Donglai for being an ungrateful person.

"The members of the Kuru Wild Wolves team are all capable, so why should we replace them?"

"I'm not convinced...I'm not convinced..."

In the auditorium, there was a bustling sound, and it was obvious that Wen Donglai's request for substitutions was difficult to convince the audience.

The referee frowned slightly and thought for a moment.

Then he said expressionlessly: "What they said makes sense. You must choose one of the people on the Wolf Plain to carry out the burst shooting... Please decide as soon as possible..."

"Nasi, you still have to rely on Confucianism and Weirdness to help you with the shooting. How can this be fair?" Wen Donglai cursed secretly in his heart.

He really wanted to tell the weird things about Confucianism above his head, but there were always complicated thoughts in his heart and he couldn't utter a single word.

Wen Donglai turned to look at the other people, his pupils quickly opened.

The team members who were moved to tears just now actually pointed at him: "We choose him."

What flashed in the eyes of several people was a look called faith.

"Okay!" The referee actually smiled shamelessly.

Wen Donglai secretly gave them a middle finger and walked heavily in front of the sick ghost.

The sick ghost has returned to its normal size, dark and black, with only a faint layer of thunder and fire luster on the surface, as if it will be extinguished at any time.

The sick man at this time was just like his mood, gloomy and dull.

He stepped on it with one foot in annoyance, thinking about where to start. It was such a long distance and such a small door, what was the difference between this and threading a needle through the air.

"If you can let me shoot through the door, I will do anything." Wen Dong muttered to himself.

Suddenly, a very soft and weak voice sounded in his heart. The voice sounded like a man or a woman, and it seemed to be an overlapping of male and female voices. This voice reminded him of the thousand-year-old dryad in Lanruo Temple.

"You save my son, I'll save you..."

"Who are you?" Wen Donglai asked in his heart.

"We are just two poor parents. We are not free in our lives. Our poor children have to suffer with us before they are born. As long as you save my son, we will help you shoot through the house..."

Wen Donglai looked around blankly, not knowing who was talking to him.

But he really understood it.

This seems to be two dying parents begging themselves to save their sons.

The greatness of his parents' love reminded him of Wen Mu, who had tampered with her destiny and suffered the punishment of heaven.

He was inexplicably moved.

He nodded heavily and said coquettishly: "As a scholar of benevolence and justice, saving someone's life is a benevolent and righteous act, so why wouldn't I do it?"

The overlapping male and female voice sighed heavily, full of excitement and sadness.

"…Thanks…"

Then there was silence and silence.

"Could it be that I'm hallucinating?"

He looked around blankly, scratching his head. He was really hopeless. At such a critical moment, he was hearing hallucinations.

The referee has already begun to urge him to shoot quickly.

He took a long breath and stared at the door of the mansion...

"Forget it, just die, I'll do my best."
Chapter completed!