As he spoke, Changsun Chifeng walked towards a venue, where Changsun Chifeng's subordinates had called club employees and installed some simple competition facilities.

Xiao He naturally would not be timid, so he followed him.

At this time, Changsun Chifeng turned his head and said, "Xiao He, you are also an amateur. Let's use the simplest match to discuss the winning or losing!"

"You and I each scored 18 shots. Every shot, whoever scored the ball was closest to the hole would win."

In conventional competitions, there are two types: a match and a match. The so-called match is to accumulate the number of strokes in each hole. After playing an eighteen hole, the total number of strokes will be added up and the winner will be determined by the total number of strokes.

The match is a bit simpler, just use the results of each shot to determine the outcome, and then determine the results based on the accumulated outcome after 18 strokes.

Xiao He has no objection to this. No matter what the rules are, all he has to do is to hit the ball into the goal hole.

After talking about the rules of the game, Changsun Chifeng took his exclusive club from the bodyguard and stood in front of the serving machine.

When they saw Changsun Chifeng's club, the onlookers praised him again, "Tsk tsk, you guys see that Young Master Changsun is so generous! Even the clubs are pure gold, and just such a club is probably worth tens of millions!"

"The Changsun family in China Sea is indeed well-known! Young Master Changsun is so proud of him that he can take out this pure gold club to compare with this kid. I see that the loss of clubs in this game alone is enough for this kid's ten-year salary!"

Xiao He was very distracted by all this. Changsun Chifeng could not change the ending, even if he brought a pure gold club, he would not change the ending.

In front of the serving machine, Changsun Chifeng stood straight with his feet together, bent his knees slightly, tilted his hips, and straightened his back. He focused on looking at the hole in front of him. His posture looked extremely standard, just like an athlete in a professional football game.

With Changsun Chifeng swung the club gracefully.

"Bang!"

After a crisp sound, the white golf ball flew high in parabola.

Everyone looked into the distance and finally the ball began to fall after flying hundreds of meters. The distance when it finally landed was less than the length of an adult's hand.

"Okay!" Someone shouted, and then everyone onlookers applauded.

Si Qingqing's face looked very ugly. I have to say that Changsun Chifeng's level is indeed amazing. She may only have one or two shots to score ten shots, which can achieve such an effect, not to mention Xiao He who can't even touch the ball.

At this time, the measuring distance of the staff was shown on the display screen beside it, eight centimeters, and only eight centimeters from the hole.

Changsun Chifeng shook his head very pretentiously, "Hey! The first shot is a bit of a hand, I'm sure to hit it within five centimeters in the next shot."

Then he glanced at Xiao He proudly again, "It's your turn."

Xiao He weighed the club in his hand disapprovingly. He did not make professional moves like Changsun Chifeng, but just swung his shot casually.

Si Qingqing clenched his fists and looked at Xiao He nervously.

However, there was only a "wow!" sound.

It was actually lost again!

"Hey!" Si Qingqing slammed his forehead with one hand. She should have expected that this would be the result.

With Xiao He's skills, how could a miracle happen?

Changsun Chifeng showed a sneer on his lips. It seemed that he had guessed well. This kid was just a local bun who knew nothing. He thought that playing golf would be done in just a few minutes.

I hired a professional coach and had to be at this level after training for a year. How could this local bun be able to challenge it casually?

At this time, the onlookers also mocked Xiao He.

"Hahaha, I'll just say this kid is trash! Look, it's empty again."

"With this level, I dare to play in such a high-end venue. This kid is too shameless!"

"Yes! He actually has the courage to play against Mr. Changsun. I really don't know what he is thinking. Do you think he is too thin and want Mr. Changsun to make his face fatter."

"Xiao He..." Si Qingqing looked at Xiao He and wanted to speak, his eyes filled with guilt, worry and uneasiness.

Xiao He just smiled faintly at her: "I just haven't adjusted my condition just now. Believe me, there will be no problem with the next shot."

Changsun Chifeng curled his lips and said sarcastically as if he had practiced the Sunflower Book: "Qingqing, you also know that for many beginners, it is common for them to miss the hit, but it is not ruled out that the possibility of losing luck. Maybe the next goal, this person named Xiao will enter the hole with one shot? Hahaha."

"Damn it!" After hearing this, Si Qingqing's pretty face suddenly lost its color, and his chest was so angry that he was fluctuating.

As he spoke, Changsun Chifeng came to the serving position again and still showed a standard serving position. Because he was now full of confidence, he swung the club without hesitation without aiming.

After a "bang!", the golf ball spiraled up and after leaping out a beautiful arc, it landed closer than the previous ball.

"Three centimeters, it's only three centimeters away from the hole."

As the measurement distance was shown on the display screen, everyone once again applauded Changsun Chifeng.

"Young Master Changsun can play professional football games with his skills! If you say you score less than five centimeters, you will score less than five centimeters."

"I think this Mediterranean Club golf champion is the eldest grandson."

Someone even pointed his finger at Xiao He, "I said, boy, don't fight anymore. This is just a waste of Young Master Changsun's precious time. Just admit defeat! Maybe Young Master Changsun will make you kowtow less because of your voluntary surrender."

"Hahaha!"

Many people burst into laughter when they heard this. Anyway, they thought that Xiao He would not be able to win. At Xiao He's level, he might be able to kill him by any caddy in the stadium, let alone Changsun Chifeng.

Xiao He didn't care about the criticism of these people. He walked to the serving machine without anyone else and stood there.

This time, he did not swing as casually as last time, but instead stretched his arms and held the club tightly. After glanced at the hole in the distance, he used the club to tap the golf ball on the tee twice.

If a monk is present, you will definitely see that the golf ball is covered by a faint yellow light. This is a simple object control technique that can control objects within a certain distance to perform the action the caster wants.

The legendary flying sword that kills people's heads for thousands of miles is this kind of magic. Although Xiaohe cannot reach the level of control of things for thousands of miles, it is still okay to control an object to fly for hundreds of meters.

The onlookers said disdainfully: "Tsk, you're still pretending to be rubbing there. Boy, I tell you, admitting defeat is your only way out, and you can't even use it to cram the Buddha for a moment."

"Boy, do you think it's useful to delay time like this? If a person who can't even hit the ball, you can't even get one ten thousandth of the way to the young master Changsun."

Si Qingqing now had no hope for Xiao He. She looked at her mother with a begging look, wanting her mother to come out and say a few words after Xiao He was defeated, but Si Huilan directly moved her gaze away.

She would naturally say it when she pleads with her. No matter what, Xiao He has helped her. Moreover, Xiao He has the identity of the director of the Tianwu Association. If she is forced to do something urgent, she will not fight with Changsun Chifeng. This is something she doesn't want to see.

However, it is indispensable to beat my daughter and Xiao He. I believe that after this humiliation, Xiao He will be tactful and stay away from his daughter!

Do you really think that being able to master medical skills and martial arts is omnipotent? There are still people in this world who are better than him in other fields.

Amid the sarcasm of the crowd, I heard a "bang!"

Xiao He swung the club suddenly, and this time he unexpectedly hit the golf ball.

However, everyone, including Si Huilan, Changsun Chifeng, took it seriously. In their opinion, Xiao He's ball will either not be far away or will be farther than 100,000 miles away.
Chapter completed!