I have eaten too much Sanyang Poyuan Pill

Seeing Lin Fan who was not distracted at all, Feng Qingxue was speechless.

So there was no action for a long time.

Lin Fan immediately prepared to throw the flowers aside.

"Yes! Who said I don't want it?"

Feng Qingxue snatched it away.

Although Lin Fan didn't buy it, he gave it to himself after all.

Don't be in vain.

"Lin Fan! You bastard, what did I ask you?"

Jiang Yaoyang was furious.

In his eyes, what is this but flirting?

What's even more hateful is that it's still in front of him.

"Let's go! Let's go in. Now that we're here, let's relax."

Lin Fan grabbed Feng Qingxue's jade hand and walked towards the stadium.

As for Jiang Yaoyang, let's leave it alone.

"Lin Fan, you bastard, you are still as arrogant as ever. I really appreciate your courage."

"It's just that arrogance needs to pay a price. Are you sure you can afford it?"

Facing the fate of being ignored, how can Jiang Yaoyang bear it?

He stared at Lin Fan with gloomy eyes.

"Are you scaring me?"

Lin Fan turned his head with a playful expression.

"Hehe! Now that I have broken through to the realm of a master, one hand is enough to deal with you. Is it worth scaring you?"

Jiang Yaoyang was very proud.

In his eyes, one level of realm and one level of heaven, setting foot on a grandmaster, dealing with Lin Fan is no different from chopping melons and vegetables.

However, Lin Fan looked at him like a fool.

Breakthrough master?

Is this because you have eaten too much Sanyang Poyuan Pill?

But Jiang Yaoyang felt good about himself.

He triumphantly said:

"Don't be afraid, even if I break through to the Grandmaster, I won't attack you rashly."

"After all, I have to give Qingxue face."

"But since you're here, we have to try something."

Jiang Yaoyang thought for a while, and then said:

"Well, let's compete in golf, how about it?"

There was a sense of superiority on his face.

Jiang Yaoyang wanted Feng Qingxue to see clearly that Lin Fan was just a prisoner.

Now not only can he humiliate him in martial arts, he can also defeat Lin Fan in matters of elegance.

"Lin Fan, don't promise him."

"A kid from a rich family like Jiang Yaoyang is proficient in eating, drinking and having fun, so there's no need to compare."

Feng Qingxue looked worried and hurriedly reminded her.

"do not worry."

Lin Fan gave her a confident look, and replied softly:

"What kind of comparison?"

"What's the bet?"

Jiang Yaoyang already knew that his aggressive method would definitely work.

Without thinking, he said:

"Just follow the regular game method, 18 holes with 72 shots, until the hole is full, whoever scores more goals and scores less wins."

"If you lose, get out of Qingxue's side in the future."

"how?"

His words are full of confidence.

"no problem!"

Lin Fan agreed with a smile, and asked:

"What if you lose?"

"I will lose? Lin Fan, you know what you know, why do you think you can win against me?"

Jiang Yaoyang was full of disdain.

He has been playing golf for five years if not ten years, making eagles, birdies, whatever.

"Can't afford it? Then I'm leaving."

Lin Fan shook his head bored, and pulled Feng Qingxue to leave again.

The furious Jiang Yaoyang stared at Lin Fan angrily:

"Say, what do you want?"

"If you lose, how about eating the whole dump outside the stadium?"

When Lin Fan came here, he saw the garbage pile outside, the amount was large and the smell was overwhelming.

It's very suitable for someone like Jiang Yaoyang with a bad mouth.

"good!"

The corners of Jiang Yaoyang's mouth twitched, he gritted his teeth, and agreed.

He believes in himself and cannot lose.

"Go and arrange it. I've recorded the bet just now. If you lose, don't deny it."

The corners of Lin Fan's mouth raised slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

With a cold snort, Jiang Yaoyang went straight into the court.

In front of the table, Jiang Yaoyang was so proud that he swung his whip and the ball flew more than 30 yards.

It is only a dozen yards away from a hole on the court.

I saw Jiang Yaoyang lighten his hands, and the golf ball flew out ten yards again, only six or seven yards away from the hole in front of him.

"broken!"

Feng Qingxue's face suddenly became a little ugly, and she said worriedly:

"At the last six or seven yards, Jiang Yaoyang is likely to hit a hole-in-one and hit an eagle."

"Yeah?"

"I don't think so."

Lin Fan smiled lightly, and let Jiang Yaoyang continue to attack.

"Eagle...what the hell!?"

Jiang Yaoyang was excited, but seeing the golf ball flying directly over the hole, he was dumbfounded.

"What the hell."

With a dark face, he swung his club again, this time, the ball went into the hole steadily.

"The birdie is not bad."

"That bastard, Lin Fan, probably won't score a goal in five strokes."

Jiang Yaoyang comforted himself.

It was Lin Fan's turn to act.

On the 50-yard hole, he shot more than 30 yards in one stroke, and scored the remaining ten yards with one stroke.

"No, it's impossible..."

Jiang Yaoyang rubbed his eyes hastily, feeling that he was delusional.

"Damn it! Fifty yards away, a hole in two, that's even better than an eagle."

"The last time I saw a hole-in-two from 50 yards was a long time ago."

"You're talking about the time when the ball god John was on the field, right?"

After the spectators on the table saw this scene, they talked a lot.

Everyone was impressed by Lin Fan's skills.

Jiang Yaoyang couldn't help but doubt his life.

Is Lin Fan really that reform-through-labour prisoner who has never been exposed to these elegant entertainment programs?

"Coincidence, it must be a coincidence."

"Next shot, I have to be an eagle."

Jiang Yaoyang could only comfort himself like this.

Although it was just the start and fell behind by two goals, he is also confident that he can recover.

But it's hard to find face.

The next hundred yard hole.

A hole-in-five is considered a pass. Jiang Yaoyang was not ashamed, he scored a hole-in-three and hit an eagle.

But when he saw Lin Fan, he made another hole in two.

"Double eagle ball, I rely on... Where did this master come from?"

Everyone on the table almost exclaimed in the same way.

Even Jiang Yaoyang was equally dumbfounded.

Once is luck, what about twice?

Bloodshot eyes began to appear in his eyes, and he continued to make another hole.

Four balls into the hole.

Not bad.

But Lin Fan still insisted on making the hole in two.

The gaze he cast seemed to be telling Jiang Yaoyang:

"No matter how many shots you score, I will have two shots, and if I have one more shot, I will lose."

How could Jiang Yaoyang think that Lin Fan would humiliate him in his field of expertise?

He swings one after another.

There are indeed a lot of balls in the hole, but the number of swings is getting more and more frequent.

From the first hole-in-three to the current hole-in-five.

The last ball went into the hole, and he slammed the club to the ground in a rage.

"I'm not convinced! There's something wrong with this cue."

"Lin Fan, you bastard, did you tamper with my club?"

Jiang Yaoyang knew that he had lost.

And lost completely.