"Go to die!" Long Wei roared in his heart, and his huge body was pressing away.

"scold!"

Yan Yufeng shouted lightly, raised the ball and swung his hands backwards inward, rushing to the flexible bend of his body.

The ball disappeared, and Long Wei widened his eyes.

The opponent disappears in front of him, just like the ball.

Only the people under the basket saw that No. 8 was barely rushing toward the center, and his huge body passed by in the air.

The waist was raised, the falling body stretched out again, the left hand was released, the right hand held the ball and raised it to the other side of the rebound, reaching to the highest point, the wrist shaking, and the fingers were blooming. The orange-red basketball was as spiritual as it was, and it spun upwards.

"Yes," Han Shuo shouted loudly. When he saw No. 8 pushing the ball backwards with a perfect air bar, he could no longer control it and couldn't help but scream.

Regardless of whether the ball entered or not, everything just now was wonderful. Time seemed to have a fatal pause at that moment.

Han Shuo knew that it was the illusion caused by forcibly thrusting his waist in the air No. 8. It was an illusion that made the calm self suddenly boil.

Thanks No. 8!

The referee Wang Jian was stunned and the whistle placed beside him paused hesitantly. According to instinct, the center of Nanyang was indeed suspected of being a foul just now, but the opportunity to call was missed. Now that he can only show his incompetence. After thinking about it, Wang Jian gave up in disappointment.

Shan Yu reached out to pull Chen Ping up who was lying on the ground, comforted him, and his friend said in frustration: "I was careless just now!"

"Nothing!" Shan Yu said lightly, looking back at Yan Yufeng who had already rushed back to his half, and couldn't help but whisper: "It's just that you are too strong!"

"Captain, what did you say?" Chen Ping couldn't hear it clearly and said in a suspicion.

"It's nothing, go!" Shan Yu then recovered and shouted loudly.

Liu Xiaoyu held his chin and his eyes became deeper, and a hint of excitement began to flash in his eyes. He began to desire Beiyang Yang to win.

Under the high waves of the audience, amid the sounds of shouting to Yan Yufeng one after another, Liu Xiaoyu's nerves were slowly getting hot.
Chapter completed!