The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1388

Chapter 1388: 674 Overlord Jiaojiao_2

This turned out to be a spinning ball, emitting a whistling sound as it rotated, the Shaolin Warrior Monks shouted loudly, swinging their clubs to block!

Bang!

The Shaolin Warrior Monks were sent flying!

"Hiss—" Mu Chuan gasped a breath of cold air.

Gu Jiao looked at the line of Shaolin Warrior Monks in front of her: "Who’s next?" _{fгeewebnovёl.com}

The monks looked at each other simultaneously.

Gu Jiao’s lips curled up, and she struck out another ball.

Bang!

Another Shaolin Warrior Monk was sent flying.

This was nothing like when they tried to intercept the ball mid-game using methods to provoke Gu Jiao into fouling; here, as long as they dared to dodge, Gu Jiao would score.

Every time a monk was dismounted, the referee would call a timeout, waiting for the monk to get back on the horse before continuing.

It’s worth mentioning that as long as the ball striker didn’t foul, the game would resume from where it was paused.

In other words, Gu Jiao didn’t even need to move, and could continuously play a game of ... er, not sandbag, but cuju.

For an entire quarter, Shaolin Warrior Monks were sent flying in turns, leaving Mu Chuan roaring with laughter at his relief.

You all ganged up on me, now it’s my turn!

The Shaolin Warrior Monks, not being able to take it anymore, finally thought of a method: whenever they were sent flying, they would use their clubs to knock the ball out of bounds, and thus it could be ruled as out of play.

Although the out of bounds caused by them would result in the opposite team taking the kick, at least they wouldn’t be pummeled by being pinned at the goalmouth.

But every time the ball was about to go out, Mu Qingchen would hook it back, then look at them coldly, as if to say—keep taking your beating.

Shaolin Warrior Monks: "..."

"I’m not playing, I’m not playing..." After being sent flying again, a Shaolin Warrior Monk sat on the ground and started crying.

The scarred Buddhist Monk was furious, his body bursting with intense murderous aura.

He waved his arms violently and said fiercely, "Kid! You’re seeking death!"

Up in the stands, Second Master Jing’s hand trembled, spilling tea all over his older brother: "This is bad, it’s a Shaolin secret technique, the body hardens with qi, invulnerable to blades and spears!"

Gu Jiao hit the ball high into the air, slapped her palm onto the saddle, and sprang up into an aerial flip, striking the falling ball hard with her club!

The scarred Buddhist Monk: "Vajra, Indestructible, Body!"