Chapter 901: Professional Players to Die to Death

Zhao Lan regrets his death. Why must he toss about it when he is fine? Good job loss!

"Hello, this is An Yang from the Criminal Police Team, you are suspected of..."

The police pushed in!

"Comrade police, misunderstanding, Xiao Ye, Xiao Ye, remember to say a few good things for me, our old classmates are playing around, don't take it seriously!"

The phone hung up, the police went!

Jiang Xiaoye looked at the phone and said speechlessly: "It's so shameless..."

Jiang Xiaoye didn't expect Zhao Lan's brain to be so flexible, and in the end he simply called to admit it.

Go ahead and stay for a few days!

There is no such thing as a joke, so go in and take a few beats to calm down, so that you don't have to find something for yourself, and you are familiar with yourself.

Super Spirit Spring has been extremely hot by this wave.

Even CCTV news has reported that Super Lingquan’s two-star Michelin restaurant in Jiangcheng, Bishuixuan, and the national chain of Jingquan Yushan, are starting to sell in small quantities at a price of 9.9 yuan!

Nine yuan is higher for mineral water, but for super spirit spring, this is the price of cabbage!

But if you want to buy it, you have to eat.

Both Bishuixuan and Jingquan Yushan in Jiangcheng are thinking about continuing to expand!

After bathing the little brown bear, he threw a bag of flower cakes. The little brown bear was lying on the sofa and watching TV and eating cakes. The **** is not at home, he is the uncle!

Zhao Wuliu is training a group of players with Meng Yingzi in the back mountain.

"Look at you like a bear. You have such a poor physical fitness. The confrontation is even weaker than a chicken. The speed can't be matched by a little girl. I won't talk about other technical aspects of you. Passing, possession, and smashing. I don't care, but is your stamina trying to laugh at me? Hurry up!"

Zhao Wuliu roared like thunder: "I regret it, why do I want to rely on you weak chickens to win the world championship, I can just find someone? Or you don't practice, all go home, I find someone again!"

A group of players took turns to hit the tree, and whoever made the impact weaker immediately asked him to do it three more times.

"They can't stand it physically..." Coach Meng was ashamed. Did he train too softly before? Looking at Zhao Wuliu's training, he is desperate!

"I can't bear to get out. I want a world champion team, a beast team, and an invincible team. Look at these weak chickens, number three. Take off your pants and let me see if you have any dicks. Hurry up, my grass, so small? No wonder you hit as soft as a woman, keep hitting!"

After Jiang Xiaoye came here, he was directly laughed at by the words of the big guy who took off his pants and Zhao Wuliu, this group of talents!

He really took off his pants!

"Wang!" The yellow dog yelled and followed Zhao Wuliu to show his power.

"Steal my water?" Jiang Xiaoye was speechless when he saw a few boxes of super spirit springs beside Zhao Wuliu.

"Your factory produces something, and you still lack this thing. Without this thing, how can I let them do devil training? Xiao Ye, how do you think their physical abilities can become stronger? Little girls can't match it."

Zhao Wuliu would not tell Jiang Xiaoye that he sold a bottle for 100 yuan here. These people would drink ten bottles a day at least. Of course, all the money belonged to Zhao Wuliu.

"Training is part of it. I have a batch of medicated food delivered soon. Give them some food at that time. Don't teach cultivation techniques. By the way, what about Master Guan?" Jiang Xiaoye thought, shouldn't Master Guan be with them?

"After the training, I went to practice under the World Tree, cheeky and not afraid of being beaten, but they are all on the edge."

Zhao Wuliu pointed to the direction of the World Tree in the back mountain.

"Since it's training, then I'll give you something too." Jiang Xiaoye pointed a finger, and shot out from the ground, immediately wrapped around these athletes, and directly turned into a little thin clothing. A.

"what is this?"

"what!"

There was an exclamation, fifteen people, all struggling to lie on the ground, and the legs of those who could stand were weak.

"You should also find that I am not an ordinary place these days. If you want to win the world championship, become the strongest player in the world, and surpass Merlin, you must train hard. You only have a few months. The world At the time of the football match, if you have not reached our minimum standards, you will not be eligible for the competition. Also, everything here will be kept secret from today and disclosed. You will not be a player in the future."

The earth armor suit, weakened version, has amazing defensive power, but it weighs about fifty catties.

For these ordinary people, they are exhausted to this point, and wearing this again is simply torture!

A group of players are dumbfounded, what is this? What exactly is this?

Even Coach Meng was stunned, this so-called devil training, I am afraid that you have really met the devil, right? What is this?

"Coach Mongolia, do you need it?"

Jiang Xiaoye looked at Coach Mongolia.

"If I'm ten years younger, I can still play, I must, but I am older, and I can be a coach with peace of mind." Coach Meng shook his head quickly, he is now a coach, there is no need to toss himself.

I am a football coach, but not a special forces coach. There is no need to be better than these players.

"Xiao Ye, is there a way to make them stronger?" Zhao Wuliu felt that this would waste several months of his time. It was too difficult.

"You can train your physical fitness. Others are cheating, come on, drink the spirit spring casually, remember to stew ginseng, keep up with meat every day, make sure you are full of blood, and leave the rest to you!"

Jiang Xiaoye shook his head and refused. There were many ways, but he couldn't do this.

Otherwise, directly dispatch a group of masters, which national team can stop it? football? Isn't this thing broken with one foot?

"What should I do about these weak guys and chickens? Why do you say that our people's physiques are so different? After training, they will be out of breath. This kick needs to be sustained. No wonder they are very fierce in the early stage. Withered, the physique is not good!"

Zhao Wuliu was helpless. The physique of these people made him desperate.

"If you didn't teach you from Old Dog He, you wouldn't be much better. Their physique is much better than ordinary people." Jiang Xiaoye looked at these players.

"Let's pull it down, just their physique is comparable to my Omura tyrant, what are they doing on the ground? Now get up, run, rest assured, you are not tired, you guys who don't want to take the world champion, hurry up and get out. Personally, what substitute do you want?"

Zhao Wuliu roared.

"Get up!" Coach Meng also urged quickly. There must be a problem with this training method, but the opponent's method is really weird!

Nothing seems normal here!