Tibet

Chapter 17

For the second ball, Xiao Feilong didn't dare to underestimate the opponent any more, he said to Wang Shouzhong: "I want to guess the order!"

This is a normal requirement. Guessing which coin is the front and back of the copper coin is the same as football games in later generations.

Xiao Feilong said again: "I want Tongbao noodles!"

Wang Shouzhong said to Li Ye: "Then Mr. Li is the back!"

Li Ye nodded, Wang Shouzhong threw a copper coin into the sky, the coin landed on the back, and Li Ye hit the second ball first.

"Can I have the ball?" Li Ye asked.

"Yes, as much as you want!"

"I want twelve balls!"

The little flying dragon next to him was stunned. The other party asked for twelve balls. He suspected that he heard it wrong.

Needing twelve balls means hitting twelve balls in a row at fifty paces. How is this possible?

His highest record is hitting five holes in a row.

Playing tricks refers to multi-ball, and the most important thing in it is to do it in one go. It cannot be said to stop for a while to catch your breath before hitting, then it is not a single ball.

However, it is extremely difficult to hit the ball continuously, and the power of each blow must be extremely precise, otherwise the balls will collide in the air.

That's why Li Ye beat Ma Jinsong by hitting ten balls in a row at the [-]-pace line, that's why Qiao Bin took a fancy to him and invited him to play.

But the fifty-step line is completely different. The first ball can be sprinted by a horse, and the subsequent balls rely on pure arm strength. If you hit twelve balls in a row at fifty steps, what kind of arm strength is needed?

When a servant put twelve polos side by side on the fifty pace line, everyone around exclaimed, this kid actually wants to hit twelve polos, is he crazy?
Twelve balls and ten balls have the same score, with a maximum of [-] points, and the extra two balls are purely for showing off.

Qiao Xingzhong shook his head, hitting two more balls was a bit superfluous.

Si Ning Wang Li Lin understood Li Ye's tactics, this kid is about to fight psychological warfare, hehe!This kid is getting more and more interesting.

Li Ye swings the ball by himself, and swinging the ball is a matter of knowledge. If it is too close, the cue will easily hit other balls when it is hit. If it is too far away, the cue will not be able to reach the last ball. You have to move the horse, but the horse moves , then it is not called one go.

So the gap between each ball should be just right.

Xiao Feilong watched Li Ye play the ball with complicated eyes. His only expectation now was that Li Ye failed to play.

At this time, a servant ran up to bring water to Xiao Feilong, and took the opportunity to whisper to him: "Guard Hu asked you to cough at his critical moment!"

Xiao Feilong immediately understood, why didn't he think of it earlier?

It is a common phenomenon to use despicable means to win polo games. As the number one player in the black ball list, Little Flying Dragon uses all kinds of shady means.

Just now he was extremely contemptuous of Li Ye, so he didn't think of using despicable means. Now that he is behind, of course he won't let Li Ye successfully hit twelve balls.

At this time, Li Ye encountered trouble in swinging the ball. He had already adjusted the distance between the polo to the extreme, which could not be any smaller, but he couldn't reach the No. 12 ball with his swing, which happened to be one lie short.

This was a trouble he hadn't thought of beforehand, and Li Ye regretted secretly, why did he want two extra balls?

Xiao Feilong also saw the clues, he secretly rejoiced, the other party was in big trouble, changing to eleven balls was no longer allowed.

Li Ye pondered for a moment, and suddenly thought of a solution. He looked back at the old horse, and said with a wry smile: "Old man, this time it's up to you!"

He resolutely swung the first ball far to the other side, which was the only way. He played with both left and right bows, but it depends on whether the old horse is worthy of him.

At this time, Qiao Xingzhong also sent a servant to bring a towel to wipe the sweat, and Li Ye took the towel and wiped the sweat on his forehead and neck.

The servant said in a low voice: "Beware of the other party's despicable methods!"

Li Ye was taken aback, it was his first time participating in the competition, and he never thought that such a thing would happen.

He quickly glanced at Xiao Feilong, the opponent was about ten meters away from him, he would definitely not dare to directly destroy his ball, that would be too obvious, and King Si Ning would not allow it.

Most likely by unintentional means, such as coughing or shouting at critical moments to disturb yourself.

If this is the case, this man may have made the wrong idea. ． ． ． ． ．

Li Ye sneered, got on his horse, ran quickly on the court, swung the club vigorously, and expanded his body.

Wang Shouzhong waved the flag and was ready to attack. All eyes were fixed on Li Ye. Li Ye placed the ball very strangely. The distance between the first ball and the second ball was very large, which happened to be the position of a horse. He had rich experience. All polo players understand that this is a two-shot, which requires a high degree of cooperation between the horse and the player, and it is almost impossible.

Li Ye urged the horse to gallop towards the polo, the old horse's spirituality was revealed at this time, it understood Li Ye's meaning, when it rushed towards the polo, it just stopped between the two polo, Li Ye decisively Open the bow left and right, and hit the first ball and the second ball consecutively, which is equivalent to shortening the position of one ball.

Suddenly, Xiao Feilong slapped himself hard on the neck and yelled in horror, "Oh! What insect bit me!"

This is his most commonly used method, and it has been tried and tested time and again. It can disrupt the opponent's attention at critical moments every time.

But this time he failed, Li Ye simply turned a deaf ear.

Li Ye didn't stop, he swung the cue in one go, and the polos flew towards the hole one after another, forming a long string in the air. The distance between the balls and the balls was exactly the same, which means that he exerted his force accurately. Incomparable.

If it was a few days ago, he would not have been able to hit the [-]-step line, but he practiced hard in the well for three days, and his arm strength and control of power have improved to a higher level.

He exhausted all his strength, and in the end he was so tired that he could not move on the horse, which was more tiring than when he swung ten times at the bottom of the well.

Twelve polos were shot into the hole one by one with precision.

The people around immediately raised their arms and cheered, including the white players, who were also very excited. It was so exciting. It was unheard of to hit twelve balls in a row, even for high-level white players.

In the stands, Li Lin stroked her beard and laughed, this kid is really a genius!
Xiao Feilong was completely dumbfounded, as if he drank a cup of gall, his intestines were green with regret, why did he come to this game?

Even if he didn't underestimate the opponent in the first ball, he still won the second ball.

He actually lost to a 14-year-old boy. If word spread, where would his face be put?
But it is impossible for him to give up his shot and admit defeat. Admitting defeat and being defeated are not the same thing at all.

Being defeated may be due to his own careless mistakes, but admitting defeat means that his skills are not as good as others, so what face does he have for ranking first?

What's more, there is a third ball, maybe the third ball can be recovered by himself.

With a little luck in his heart, he thought for a moment, he must hit the best score for the second ball, and his best score is fifteen points.

He said to Wang Shouzhong: "Take five balls!"

Wang Shouzhong yelled at his servant: "Take five polos!"

There were boos immediately outside the stadium.

(End of this chapter)