"Tell everyone, let it go!" Yan Yufeng caught the ball and drifted in the wind.

Zhai Yong stared at Yan Yufeng's figure gradually fading away, and suddenly an impulse surged in his heart: Yan Yufeng! Show it crazy!

Standing outside the three-point line on the right, Yan Yufeng stood there, slapped the ball, looked at Lie who was defending in front of him, and suddenly said, "Note, I want to pass you from the left!"

After saying that, Yan Yufeng's figure flashed suddenly. As he shook his body, Yan Yufeng's slender body had already reached Lie's left side, took a big step forward, shook Lie away from him, slapped the ball with his right hand, caught it with his left hand, and took another step. Looking at Zhang Ke in front of him, Yan Yufeng shouted: "Go to die!"

He jumped up at the same time, held the ball in the air with both hands, and flew towards the basket in front of Zhang Ke, who was ten centimeters taller than him.

Zhang Ke couldn't react at all. Seeing Yan Yufeng's body flying at high speed, his mind was blank.

"Peng!" Yan Yufeng smashed the ball into the basket with both hands, then deliberately pulled it hard, jumped down, looked at Zhang Ke who was lying on the ground with his chest covering his head, and said coldly: "Don't block me!"

In the quietness of everyone's death, Yan Yufeng looked at the 12th squadron teammates who were still standing there, and suddenly shouted: "Go back to defense!"

The fourth middle school attacked, and under the 12 middle school man-taught tactic, the attack could not be operated normally. The ball finally passed to Wu Yang. Wu Yang had no time to consider it, so he threw it out.

One hand slashed over with the sound of the roaring wind, and covered the ball with a hand. As soon as the ball took off, it came to a very thorough KISS with Wu Yang's face, covering his nose with pain, and Wu Yang heard the gong of the offensive violation in 24 seconds.

Yan Yufeng stood in front of him and said coldly to him: "It tastes good!"

"You ``````!" Wu Yang was so angry that he pointed directly at Yan Yufeng's nose.

Gently holding the trembling fingers on his nose, Yan Yufeng's eyes flashed with disdain and said, "The good show is behind!"

Although Lie has worked very hard to defend Yan Yufeng, Yan Yufeng still got the ball under the pick-and-roll on the plateau.

With a wave of his hand, the plateau walked away.

Lie ran to Yan Yufeng like an angry tiger.

Yan Yufeng grabbed the ball with his right hand, bent down slightly, looked at Lie's already angry face, and said, "This time it's on the right!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Yufeng bent his right foot slightly, and with the increase of force, he had already reached Lie's side. Between the light, Yan Yufeng left Lie with the wind, which was like the violent roar of the wind at the vent.

After the lieutenant, Cao Hui was right in front of him. Yan Yufeng suddenly threw the ball up. Xiang Jie jumped high under the basket and caught the ball in the air. Without waiting for it to fall, Xiang Jie saw Yan Yufeng's eyes.

"Take it to the basket!" Yan Yufeng shouted while running.

Xiang Jie forced himself to turn his body, and threw the ball towards the basket before his body fell.

No one can react in such a short time. When seeing Yan Yufeng pass the ball to Xiang Jie, Xiang Jie caught it in the air and threw it out immediately. What happened?

Yan Yufeng and Cao Hui passed by, glanced at the empty basketball, and jumped up suddenly with a "scream". In front of Zhang Ke, he caught the rolling basketball on the upper right side of the basket like a king of the world. Without pause, he focused on the strength and weight of his whole body, and vented on the basket together.

"Bang bang!" The basket tilted most of the time to the right, and a crisp moan in pain.

Yan Yufeng used both hands and lifted his body up, bent his feet and turned a circle under the basket. While wandering, Zhang Ke and Cao Hui at the basket hurriedly dodged and gave way.

Yan Yufeng jumped down and said to Zhang Ke who was so scared that no one was too slutty: "Tell you again, don't stand in the basket!"

Poor Zhang Ke actually nodded like an obedient child. Yan Yufeng snorted loudly and walked out of the basket of Fourth Middle School again.

After slamming Xiang Jie, Yan Yufeng shouted to Xiang Jie: "It's well transmitted!"

Xiang Jie had already been conquered by Yan Yufeng at this moment, and nodded heavily and said, "Yeah!"

Looking at the four people in the plateau, Yan Yufeng stood at the top of his half-time three-point line and said, "Defense, I'll attack, and hand over all the offensive tasks to me!"

Gao Yuan looked at Yan Yufeng with murderous aura on his face, and knew that Yan Yufeng was crazy now. He glanced at Zhai Yong and Cao Tao who were asking for help and said, "Be careful, we will add more pick-and-rolls for you, and gesture!"

"Thank you!" Yan Yufeng nodded, turned around and looked ahead intently.

Lie dribbled over alone. Yan Yufeng stood in front of him, stretched out his right hand, hooked his finger and said, "Come!"

Lie suddenly roared, and reached the right side of Yan Yufeng with full speed. Yan Yufeng judged Lie's attack direction in the light of the flash of lightning, quickly moved his body to block Lie outside. Although Lie was leaned against, he still rushed in. Suddenly, he felt that Yan Yufeng's body relaxed, and he was happy. He took another step forward, but was slightly blocked by Yan Yufeng's back foot. He choked and tried hard to lift the ball up and jumped up to send it to the basket.

"Bang!" The ball was incited to fly out of the bottom line, hit the wall of the stands, and bounced back.

Lie stared at the rolling basketball on the ground in a daze, and Yan Yufeng's cold voice sounded in his ears: "Can anyone make a layup?"

Lie turned around and stared at Yan Yufeng when he heard this, but Yan Yufeng took a step forward, looked at Lie, who had similar figures from his nose, and said coldly: "Why are you staring at me? If you have the ability, you can incite me!" After that, he turned around and left.

"Wait, No. 8! I want you to know what regret means!" Lie suddenly lost his mind and shouted loudly at Yan Yufeng's back.

Yan Yufeng turned around, his face full of disdain: "Please make me regret it once!"

The heat broke out and couldn't speak, only the teeth were chewing.

The ball came to Yan Yufeng's hands again.

Zhang Ke, who was inside, couldn't help but move out immediately. Not only him, but all the four-point five people on the court couldn't help but tremble.

Yan Yufeng is no longer as simple as an opponent in their eyes. The figure of No. 8, the cold face as ice as steep, and the impossible dunk, all this made every player of the fourth-tier player gradually begin to see him in fear.

"This time you said where am I going to go now?" Yan Yufeng raised the ball high on his head with both hands, stood straight in front of Lie, who was extremely nervous, and said coldly.

"Swish swish swish````!" He replied with heavy breathing.

Yan Yufeng shook his head, slowly bowed his body, with his right foot as the center axis, and slowly spread his feet into a horse stance. He glanced at Lie, but he looked at Zhang Ke standing under the basket intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhang Ke immediately triggered the fear deep in his heart from Yan Yufeng's cold eyes, and he couldn't help but move out again.

A smile suddenly opened the ingot on Yan Yufeng's face, and his hands suddenly raised upwards, and Lie could not control himself and jumped up his body. He suddenly saw No. 8 in front of him. He turned around and looked at him. The huge No. 8 behind Yan Yufeng hit the deepest part of Lie's heart like a heavy hammer.

After Yan Yufeng deceived Lie, Cao Hui in front of him instinctively dodged away, looked at Wu Yang who was standing under the basket on the left, and suddenly shouted in his heart: Dazhu, see how I avenge you!

He slapped the ball with his right hand, took a step forward with his left foot, and stepped into the three-second zone.

The body suddenly paused, and the ball suddenly threw it out of his hand and flew towards the rebound.

The ball hit the rebound from above, drew a strange arc, and flew towards the left basket.

Gao Yuan, who was standing outside, blurted out when he saw this, shouted: "You are here again?"

Yan Yufeng answered him with practical actions.

He slid his body and turned close to Cao Hui for a half-way circle, and came behind Wu Yang who was already preparing to grab the rebound.

Before Wu Yang could feel that Yan Yufeng had reached less than a meter behind him, he squatted down, looked at the flying basketball, and inhaled and prepared to jump up to grab the rebound.

A black shadow suddenly enveloped Wu Yang. Wu Yang was shocked and looked upwards and saw a man wearing a No. 8 jersey standing under his crotch in front of his forehead.

"Impossible!" This was the last thought that flashed across Wu Yang.

"Captain!" Kong Li shouted sadly from the outside.

"Peng!" That was the pain sound of the basket again.

"Ahhh!" That was the terrifying sound from Wu Yang.

Yan Yufeng hung his hands on the basket, pulled off the deformed basket, let go of his feet, turned around and fell down, looking at Wu Yang who had been riding just now.

"How is it like being ridden by someone!" Yan Yufeng asked mercilessly.

Wu Yang felt the pain coming from his back and the humiliation that was filled with deep in his heart. Looking at Yan Yufeng in front of him, he was so trembling that he couldn't speak.

"Dou!" The referee rushed over and reached out to signal Yan Yufeng to make an offensive foul.

Yan Yufeng shrugged his shoulders and suddenly stretched his head to look at Wu Yang and said coldly: "You'd better get out now, otherwise there will be more exciting things in the future. I promise! Only if you are still on the court for a second, I will humiliate you for a second!!"

"You ````````````!" Wu Yang can only say this word now!

"Good ball!" Gao Yuan patted Yan Yufeng on the shoulder.

Yan Yufeng did not answer Gao Yuan's words, and while walking towards his half, he drifted in the wind: "Better be behind!"

Wang Xuechao stood on the sidelines, his heart surrounded by a strange emotion, Yan Yufeng! Who are you? Why do you angry with you have such great destructive power?

None of the 4,000 students from No. 4 Middle School spoke in the stands. Everyone could see that No. 8 was humiliating the entire No. 4 Middle School alone.

A feeling of anger and shame entangled in the air, and this atmosphere made everyone unable to speak. When No. 8 dunks again and again, he almost disdained to shoot, as if he could only dunk. Listening to the moans of the basket, every student in the fourth middle school got the feeling that he was slapped hard on his face and slapped back!

"He is humiliating the entire Fourth Middle School! Oh my God! What is he like?" When Long Dahai saw Yan Yufeng who had passed by two people suddenly jumped up and smashed the ball into the basket through Cao Hui who could not dodge, he once again let out an irresistible moan.

Huang Fei immediately leaned his head back and covered his face with his hands.

Tang Chaohui turned his head to look at Mo Feng without feeling. Mo Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Don't ask me, I don't know what he is going to do now? I only know one thing, Yan Yufeng was angry!"

"Angry Yan Yufeng!" Tang Chaohui repeated like a child.

Looking at Cao Hui lying on the ground, Yan Yufeng stood in front of him and shouted: "Tell you, don't stand in front of me!"

Cao Hui, who had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly burst out with anger of losing his mind. After Ji Lie suddenly hit Yan Yufeng, he was kicked and sent to Yan Yufeng by the referee who had been waiting for a long time to show that he had been sent to the court with a vicious foul.

Yan Yufeng patted the thigh that was kicked by Cao Hui, and said to Gaoyuan who was running over: "It's okay, I expected it!"

"It's already the second one!" Gao Yuan said, looking at Cao Hui who was still angry when he was dragged out.

"There will be the third one, the fourth one! I want to make the No. 4 Middle School not get a match!" Yan Yufeng's cold voice was full of murderous intent.

Gao Yuan stared at Yan Yufeng's back in a daze, and Zhai Yong walked over and whispered: "He looks so perverted now!"

"He got some points!" Gao Yuan asked.

"I don't know, since every time I ended with a dunk, my god, he is so physically strong, don't he feel tired?" Zhai Yong said in disbelief.

"You ask me, who will I ask? He is so smart about playing basketball! He hits each other on both sides of his psychology and body. I don't think long after, everyone in No. 4 Middle School will go crazy!"

"The coach of No. 4 Middle School is about to go crazy!" Xiang Jie, who walked over, replied immediately, "No. 4 Middle School is about to serve, come back to defend!"

The three of them ran back immediately and ran back very easily.

Since the third quarter, the four Gaoyuan people seem to be watching a wonderful NBA game. The only thing they have to do is to defend well and then hand the ball to Yan Yufeng, and what about?
To be continued...