Chapter 690: Football betting

It was another day, and today was Saturday. Yang Yifeng got up early, drinking morning wine on the balcony, looking down at the earth. Yang Xingyu walked out in a sportswear with a stinky face and said, "Colonel, did you get up so early? Do you think it was too late to lose?" He bent down, took out a racket bag in the corner, opened the racket bag, took out the racket, pointed at Yang Yifeng coolly, "I want you to lose convincingly today."

"Brother, what are you talking about?" Yang Xingling walked out in a pretty dressed manner and asked when she saw Yang Xingyu's cool look.

"Little sister, don't you know that cousin is going to play tennis with me today?" Yang Xingyu put the racket on his shoulder and said with a smile and confidence.

"Really? Brother." Yang Xingling asked with concern with blinking her eyes.

Yang Yifeng has always been a brave man in doing things, and he said the same thing, nodded and admitted, "Yes, that's true."

Yang Xingling got the answer, and the whole family picked up the seat cushions on the sofa and beat Yang Xingyu fiercely.

Yang Yifeng was stunned. What's wrong? He was full of questions and didn't react for a while.

Yang Xingyu was also stunned and kept screaming: "Ah~~ You took explosives today."

After playing for a while, Yang Xingling seemed to have a soreness in her hands. She threw down the seat cushion in her hand, ran to Yang Yifeng, pointed at Yang Xingyu and said, "Brother, this guy is the best tennis player in our family. No one in the three generations of the whole family can beat him. Even Yang Xinglong, who has a stronger cultivation level than him, can't beat him."

Yang Yifeng nodded clearly. He had high cultivation and might not be able to play well. He still had a little talent. Yang Xinglong had seen the peak of the second level of the innate level. Among the third generation of the Yang family, he was the strongest except himself. Yang Xingyu had just broken through to the second level of the innate level. It seems that the children of the rich family were very proficient without teaching.

"So what?" Yang Yifeng didn't care at all. He only learned to play tennis after watching TV for a while. With his extraordinary spiritual sense and observation ability, he is now barely considered an amateur master. He has never played seriously, but just played casually.

"Brother. You are not his opponent. This bad guy wants to bully you if he tries to bully you. Usually, if he dares to bully you, he will definitely be beaten to be a pig's head by his dad, but playing basketball is different. Losing is very embarrassing." Yang Xingling was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see Yang Yifeng lose, so she advised him.

"However, I have agreed. I rarely regret what I promised. Just playing basketball, it is not certain who wins and who loses?" Yang Yifeng said with a smile. Will he lose? It seems that the probability of his loss is infinitely close to zero percent. Tennis is nothing more than playing and hitting the ball where the opponent cannot get it, that's it.

"But brother. This bad guy is a master of the second level of innate level. When he plays ball, he is even better than the world champion." Yang Xingling blinked her beautiful big eyes and said. She used light skills to chase the ball and serve the ball with her skills. She could almost make the ordinary world champion a pig's head.

"It's okay, he just wants to be lazy. I'll help him, and he can't find an excuse to be lazy in the future!" Yang Yifeng laughed. He also had the devil energy. Although his powerful magic power could not be exposed, the devil energy at the sixth level of the innate level has nothing to do with it.

"Okay~~" Yang Xingling didn't say much. After saying that, she turned around and wanted to threaten Yang Xingyu viciously...

"Little sister, don't make things difficult for him, I want him to lose with confidence." Yang Yifeng announced loudly.

Yang Xingyu smiled, straightened his waist, looked at his sister provocatively, angering the little girl Yang Xingling to death. With Yang Yifeng's vaccination, Yang Xingling could only jump straight up and not do anything to Yang Xingyu.

"It makes sense for cousin!" Yang Xingyu flattered. Obviously, he admired Yang Yifeng's ability. Since childhood, he was bullied by this sister to fight back. Forget it, it would be strange if my father didn't beat him up. This little sister is the little demon star in the family. It is only if Yang Yifeng can teach this little demon star to obey.

Yang Yifeng took out his newly bought racket from the room. The racket was specially customized and was about 10 times harder than an ordinary racket, but the weight did not increase much.

In his car, of course, Shui Fengwu drove to the special venue of the tennis club. This club is a place opened by Yang Group for relaxing employees. It is of course also open to the public. It is a leisure and entertainment venue in the upper class and is absolutely clean.

Yang Yifeng and the other two got out of the car and walked in. Of course, even Shui Fengwu followed. Another car parked in front of the club and opened the car door. Well, it was Chen Yan, the third son of the Shen family in Jinling, and the sisters Wang Xinlin and Wang Xinyun, whom he met at the banquet last time, as well as a tall man wearing glasses.

"Second brother~~ Only you can make an appointment with your sister." Wang Xinyun said to the tall man with a smile. Originally, this person was the second son of the Wang family, Wang Xinlin's younger brother, Wang Jialuo.

Wang Xinlin glared at Wang Xinyun and didn't say anything. But obviously, the power of this look was still there, and Wang Xinyun stuck out her tongue cutely and stopped talking.

"Let's go in and play basketball." Wang Jialuo said with a smile, changing the subject.

Yang Yifeng and Yang Xingyu stood in the field, standing on both sides of the net, Yang Xingling ran to the notary seats to be referees, while Shui Fengwu stood outside the field with his hands in his belt, but he was not just watching. He had to control the scoreboard, and watched this unfair game with interest. The sixth level of the innate level of the innate level of the innate level of the innate level of the innate level of the innate level of the innate level of the innate level of the innate level of the innate level of the innate level of the innate level of it depends on how Yang Yifeng abused Yang Xingyu.

Yang Xingyu pointed at Yang Yifeng with a confident smile and said, "Counselor, I won't show mercy. This is a kind of respect for the opponent." But he was thinking in his heart that he finally seized the opportunity to abuse you. He was bullied by the little demon star these two days and almost went crazy. He took this opportunity to vent his anger.

"Let the horse come over." Yang Yifeng put the racket on his shoulder and stood lazily outside the online.

Tennis is just to prevent the opponent from receiving the ball, so controlling the ball is very important, but controlling the ball is difficult to do without enough practice and having enough experience with the ball. This is a problem for ordinary people. For ancient martial arts masters in the innate realm, it is not so troublesome. They can coordinate their bodies well, and at the same time, they can easily control the ball with extraordinary perception.

"Colonel, you serve first!" Yang Xingyu lowered his center of gravity, maintained a forward stance, and squatted horse stance since he was a child, making Yang Xingyu's lower plate very stable.

Yang Yifeng got the ball and served the ball directly in a standard tennis ball, and then put it in the first half. Halfway through the run, the ball had already landed behind his feet. Yang Xingyu scored the ball directly and won. Yang Yifeng looked at the ball, looked at Yang Xingyu again, ignored his pride, walked back to the serving line expressionlessly, and served another ball. This time he stayed in the backcourt. Yang Yifeng ran to the other side to receive the ball, but the next ball was tricked. This ball was different from the usual bounce angle, and Yang Yifeng did not receive it. 30-0, falling behind.

Yang Xingling was so angry, but she was fair in the judgment of the ball.

"Good ball." Yang Yifeng praised. When the ball returned, it added a downspin and it was a very strong downspin. He took the ball and calmly sent out the third ball, but in less than a breath, a stream of light flashed. The ball had already flew back and rebounded and fell to Yang Yifeng's feet. 40-0.

Yang Xingyu waved his arm proudly and felt very comfortable. "Counse, be careful, there is one more ball, your serve will be broken." The voice was very loud, and there were few people playing now, so he did not disturb others, but it attracted Wang Jialuo and his group who happened to pass by.

"Sister, I am from the Yang family, the eldest and second masters of the Yang family, Yang Yifeng and Yang Xingyu." Wang Xinyun had met at the cocktail party, so she recognized it.

Wang Xinlin looked at the field and looked at the score again. Yang Yifeng lost three goals, not surprised.

Yang Yifeng smiled slightly. This guy actually increased his strength so quickly. The young man really didn't know how to restrain himself. It was not good to show his sharpness! At the same time, he glanced at the four people watching outside the court, calmly.

Yang Yifeng is still a very ordinary serving, but he adds a subtle spin.

Yang Xingyu was still the laser-like return ball just now. The ball almost rubbed against the net, but this did not hinder its speed, and it hit the gap on Yang Yifeng's right hand.

"Ba~!" The ball was hit back, and its speed was even faster than before. The ball rolled to Yang Xingyu's feet and scored.

Yang Xingyu was stunned. It was not because he couldn't catch the ball just now, but because he didn't expect Yang Yifeng to bring it back. He clearly shot to the right, but the ball flew into the middle after it landed.
Chapter completed!