Vol 2 Chapter 880: Fairies fight! (on)

In the first football match, Cheng Chumo was too excited for a while. He used his internal strength and shot in the air, almost causing Chu Yanfu to be seriously injured. At that time, Li Zexuan made a rule that no players should use it in a formal match. Martial arts, offenders are banned for life!
Although Cheng Chumo and others felt that it would be uncomfortable to play in this way, they also felt that Li Zexuan’s concerns were justified, because if the football filled with internal force was smashed on ordinary people, it was completely possible to kill people, so Li Zexuan set the rules They have been abiding, and this rule is widely spread among the students of Yanhuang Academy.
No one thought that after so many days, there would be another person who used force in an dignified manner on the court, and this person is still the current sage!
Everyone is Spartan!
Besides, Li Er’s ball is like a dragon going out to sea, rushing towards the goal indefinitely. The wind around the ball swept the air and even made a sound of "Woo". This kind of power made the players on the way of the ball afraid of avoiding it. Too much!
Today, Li Chengqian’s goalkeeper is Chang Sun Chong. When he saw Li Er’s body flying in the air, he realized that it’s not good. He didn’t care about any goal at this time, so he just rolled around and crawled on the ground. It's near the goal.
"Boom!"
Seeing that the grandson rushed faster than the rabbit and got out of the goal range, Li Ke, who originally wanted to use martial arts to save the ball, immediately put away his thoughts. So the football rushed into the net without any suspense, but the emasculation was still unabated. The net was taken by the football and wanted to continue to rush backwards. Reluctant to be restrained by the goal, it struggled twice and then stopped.
Except that, the goal was shook a few times by this ball!
"Haha~! Good shot~!"
Li Er clapped his hands and stood still and smiled.
The kick just released a lot of his depression and exhaustion for so many years. Football can really decompress!
However, the expected cheers did not come. Instead, the previously noisy court suddenly fell into a fascinating silence. Li Er realized that something was wrong and couldn't help but wonder.
Zhao Song's old face flushed for a while, he wanted to say something, but he was a little afraid.
In the end, Li Ke ran over and whispered to Li Er: "Father, the sir said earlier that martial arts are not allowed on the football field, so as not to hurt people, offenders are not allowed to play football games for life~!"
Only then did Li Er understand what the problem was. No wonder he had just watched on the sidelines for a long time and didn't see Cheng Chumo, Yuchi Baolin and Li Keyi martial artists using martial arts! Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glared at Zhao Song, and blame Zhao Song for not telling him before he came!
Zhao Song was full of grievances. When he came, he didn't expect that Li Erhui would suddenly "chat madness" and play football in person!
"Ahem~! This rule is unreasonable! If you have kung fu, why can't you use martial arts~? Besides, this is just a game, not a game, why there are so many rules~? I also plan to introduce this football into the army and help Datang warriors are training their martial arts! If they can't use martial arts, how can they be trained~?"
Li Erlao's face was reddened, but he was still composure and justified himself.
Li Tai immediately flattered and said: "Father's words are very reasonable. This football is both fun and can hone people. It is just right to get into the army!"
"Yes, yes, yes, my father is really far-sighted and always worried about the affairs of the country, and my children admire it~!"
Li Ke reacted and echoed repeatedly.
The rest of the students also immediately began to sing praises.
Li Er’s face looked much better now. He carried his hands on his back and said slowly: "But Li Zexuan's worries are also reasonable. People who know martial arts play football without any seriousness, and it is easy to hurt people, so I I feel that martial arts cannot be used in official football matches in the future, and it is not hurt to use internal force to play between people who know martial arts in private~!"
The Ninth Five-Year Lord, you have no jokes, every word is an imperial decree, what Li Er said, basically set the tone of the "football" rules of the Tang Dynasty, and follow the rules set by Li Zexuan in regular games. In private competitions between warriors and warriors, you can use force. It is equivalent to saying that after Datang, football will be divided into a Kung Fu version and a civilian version!
"Your Majesty is wise~!"
Zhao Song saw that Li Er himself "come out of the embarrassment", he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, he came over and bowed.
"Father (Your Majesty) is wise~!"
Li Chengqian, Li Tai, Li Ke, and other students around them all responded.
Li Er smiled faintly, waved his hand, and said: "It's not interesting to play football like this, Zhao Song, you go find a few guards with good skills to play with me, Ke'er, Chumo, Baolin, The four of you Tiedan stay, and the rest of the students who don’t know how to martial arts will stop and rest for a while~!"
The shot in the air just now made Li Er's heart screaming, and he was also playful for a while. How could he return to the palace at this time? Another unfettered Kung Fu football is what he wants in his heart.
"Uh, Your Majesty, I'm afraid this is wrong~!"
Zhao Song stood beside Li Er and reminded in a low voice.
He was worried that if the imperial prince of the court learned that Li Er was actually playing football in the academy, 80% of the meeting would write to (impeach) and advise.
Li Er frowned, and said unhappily: "What? As the master of a country, I can't play football yet~?"
Zhao Song didn't dare to say anything. In order to avoid Li Er's happiness, he had to find a few guards from academy with good martial arts, Mo Zhong, Mo Yun, and Pang Feiji were among them.
He didn't worry that these guards would hurt Li Er when they played football, because Li Er's martial arts was better than these guards. Secondly, he, the master of martial arts, was not eating dry rice beside him.
In the end, Li Ke and Li Er came with a father and son soldier, and they were divided into a team. They also had Mo Zhong, Mo Yun and other dry ink players. Cheng Chumo, Yuchi Baolin, and Tie Dan were separated from Pang Feiji. The first team, most of the rest of their team are Li Zexuan's personal guards.
"Let go of your hands and feet and give me a good kick~EbookFREE.me~ Don't have any scruples! If you can beat me, there will be a reward~!"
In order for Cheng Chumo's team to play as hard as possible, Li Er wrote a blank check.
"Your Majesty, if our team wins, will there be a reward?"
Mo Zhong waited for a while and didn't hear Li Er say the second half, so he asked boldly.
"No~!"
Li Er replied in an angry voice, how could he not be able to win with his master? Unless these Mohists deliberately fail to contribute, he added: "If our team loses, you guys will wait for the punishment!"
"Huh~?"
Mo Zhong and the others were dumbfounded for an instant. Why is this treatment different~?
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(End of this chapter)