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Chapter 680 Something Unexpected Happened

The Spanish players on the field looked over like frightened birds. Fabregas, the frontcourt general, started immediately, and Sandro, the core midfielder, also rushed out when he saw this.

Ling Feng shot a cold shot and quickly passed the ball to Yang Luo.

A hurricane blew up on the court again, and Yang Luo's figure rushed out like a hurricane.

Fabregas and Sandro quickly chased after them, but their speed was too slow compared to Yang Luo. Seeing Yang Luo's figure getting farther and farther away, the feeling of helplessness made the two of them suddenly feel despaired.

"Sprint - intermediate and advanced."

Looking at the words that popped up in his mind, Yang Luo was extremely excited, it must be the system, it must be the system.

Yang Luo's speed was surprisingly fast, and the two figures behind him were getting farther and farther away. Looking at the four defenders in front of him blocking him, Yang Luo's body suddenly rose with half-running energy.

"If it's really a system, then let me see your strength,"

After finishing speaking, Yang Luo stopped suddenly, raised his legs high, and roared loudly: "I'll fuck you."

Suddenly, the words "Strength 50...55...70" popped out of my mind

"when"

A loud noise followed, and the ball Yang Luo shot was like a cannonball, emitting a burst of scorching energy, and there was a smell of burnt rubber in the air.

"what!!"

"terrible"

"My God, is this a ball kicked by a human?"

"God, isn't that Yang Luo's symbol, heavy bombardment."

Yang Luo's shot completely frightened everyone, this kick was astonishing, and at this moment, all the fans on the field screamed, and the Chinese fans began to go crazy. They tried their best to suppress the excitement in their hearts, and their eyes were fixed Staring at the opponent's goal while the Spanish fans present.

After seeing this goal, some fans' eyes were red, and many fans even shed tears.

The fans present here are fans of various Spanish teams, including Real Madrid, Barcelona, ​​Real Sociedad, Atletico Madrid... There are also a small number of fans of Racing Santander.

In their view, Yang Luo did bring them surprises, and indeed allowed them to see the rise of new football stars, but after more than a year of disappearance, people gradually forgot about Yang Luo's existence.

But today, Yang Luo scored 3 goals in a row and performed a hat-trick, which made these fans who had forgotten about Yang Luo gradually pay attention to Yang Luo again.

But since Yang Luo performed a hat-trick, in the minds of the fans, Yang Luo is no longer the Yang Luo of a year ago, and he is no longer the magical Chinese boy a year ago.

But that kick just now made all the fans tremble, as if the magical Yang Luo from a year ago had returned.

Seeing this, many fans shed tears of excitement.

"Yang Luo..." Ling Feng stood on the court, looking at Yang Luo in surprise.

Yang Luo's earth-shattering shot just now, even Ling Feng, who has always been calm and calm, was amazed. Yang Luo's usual shot is indeed very powerful, but it is not at the same level as the one just now. The power of one shot is several times that of usual.

Because Ling Feng couldn't see the trajectory of the football at all.

"call out"

The ball sparked in the air and flew directly to the stands.

Yang Luo suppressed the excitement in his heart and looked at the direction where the ball fell. That's right, it was the system, it must be the system. Yang Luo could feel the super perverted power, and the reason could not be other than the system.

While Yang Luo was excited, Wu Lei, who likes to joke, ran over, "Yang Luo, that shot just now was fine, it was so exciting."

Yang Luo quickly put away the surprise on his face, nodded, and said with some embarrassment: "It's okay, it would be better if it was lower."

Yang Luo has always been modest, and after a period of contact, the rest of the team also understand.

Wang Yong forced to come over, smiled and said: "Yang Luo, press the ball down next time, maybe it will be better."

Yang Luo nodded and returned to his seat.

After the kick just now, all the Spanish players looked at Yang Luo in disbelief.

Especially Cesc Fabregas, Sandro.

Yang Luo's speed is beyond their reach, and the current shooting is so perverted, such a player, let them deal with it like this, it is simply described as horror, especially Sandro's face is both ugly and comforting, as the Spanish national team, facing Yang Luo This kind of opponent really gave everyone a headache, just like just now, he tried his best to catch up, even Yang Luoying couldn't catch up, this is the gap in strength.

The expression reveals comfort, and it is actually a kind of approval for Yang Luo's return of strength. He watched Yang Luo go from the peak to decline. During that year, he dreamed of Yang Luo being besieged by the media and being abused. It's a pity that he can't do anything, even if Matsumoto drives Yang Luo out, he can't do anything.

But today, when he saw Yang Luo's shadow from a year ago again, he suddenly smiled.

This kind of laughter comes from the heart, and it is really happy.

"Yang Luo, it's great that you can come back." Sandro said inwardly.

Yang Luo held back the excitement in his heart and walked slowly in the front field. Although many defenders had ambushed nearby, Yang Luo's surging mental strength was ready to move.

Although Yang Luo still can't really feel the system, the current feeling given to Yang Luo is very ethereal, and he can't catch it no matter what, but occasionally the shadow of the system will appear, which makes Yang Luo a little crazy, but Yang Luo is already very Satisfied, as long as the system exists, there is no fear of not being able to win.

"Come on, system, I will cooperate with you to surprise everyone's attention."

"Ling Feng, here" Yang Luo suddenly started and ran on the court. No matter where he ran, Ling Feng could always predict and send the ball to Yang Luo's feet in advance.

Then there were earth-shattering explosions.

"When, when, when..."

"Flying again."

"Why hit high again?"

"I'll go, it's not high this time, but it just missed." Yang Luo kicked a few times, either flying or missing, as if he didn't have a crosshair.

After a year of special training in Pal, Yang Luo has practiced a high-precision shot, but now he can't find his way at all.

When Yang Luo was still wondering, Fabregas, Sandro, and Torres completely surrounded Yang Luo, like a fight between trapped beasts.

Yang Luo stared into the eyes of the three of them. The strength of the three of them is extremely strong. If he breaks through forcefully, Yang Luo's chances of success are very small. Procrastinate, and when it comes to the penalty shootout, my advantage will be gone.

Thinking of this, Yang Luo suddenly started, and the net formed by the three began to shrink suddenly, and they were going to "lock" Yang Luo inside.

And then, something unexpected happened.

(End of this chapter)