After Jordan came on the court, the biggest change was that the Bulls' offense was no longer constipated.

Jordan's personal ability is too strong. Even if it is not a chance, he is quite sure to put the ball into the basket. Fortunately, the Pistons also found the feel. One minute after Jordan came on the court, Collins exchanged for Hill and Houston.

The Pistons' full main lineup and the Bulls' half-main lineup finished the first half.

50 to 46

The Pistons are 4 points behind.

Collins was very satisfied with the half-time play, and he couldn't even be more satisfied.

Halftime break ends.

Mo Mengchen felt a little worried. Many people knew that because the Bulls in the last three consecutive teams were an old team, they always let the water out of the first half and made efforts in the third quarter.

In the third quarter, the Bulls' third quarter was like a tide, which could wash away any team.

"Sister, do you think the Piston has a chance?"

Adrian couldn't understand the situation on the field, the only thing he could understand was the score on the big screen.

"Yes, there must be!"

Ephraim said affirmatively.

Even if there are different strengths, there are certain opportunities for the game, and the same is true for this game. Moreover, the gap between them does not seem to be that huge.

This is the conclusion Ephraim came to when he finished watching the first half.

In the second half, the Pistons kicked off.

Mo Mengchen asked Hill to dribble the ball, and he took the lead in running to the frontcourt position. Once he had no ball in his hand, Harper's defense method would undergo a huge change.

The body is the first to press upward, and no matter where he goes, physical confrontation will accompany him.

Mo Mengchen ran to the left at full speed, and Harper followed closely. He thought there would be a cover ahead to block him, but Mo Mengchen suddenly stopped and turned around and ran backward, instantly getting rid of him.

Hill saw it clearly, fearing that he would waste Mo Mengchen's opportunity, so he hurriedly sent out the basketball.

Mo Mengchen caught the ball and held it up.

The person who rushed towards him was not Harper, but Jordan. His touch made the Bulls afraid. Whenever he held the ball, everyone's attention would be diverted.

This jump was entirely due to conditioned reflexes, and even Jordan did not expect his reaction to be so intense.

He regretted it on the spot.

It shouldn't be jumping!

Mo Mengchen indeed stopped and waited for Jordan to hit him before throwing the ball.

Undoubted foul.

Jordan cursed.

"Three free throws!"

The referee gives clear gestures.

Mo Mengchen was about to go on stage, and he met Jordan, as if the person who suffered a big loss was not Jordan. The other party's eyes gave him this feeling.

Mo Mengchen forced himself not to think about this matter. He walked to the free throw line, received the ball, and sent it out.

The first penalty is in progress.

The second penalty is also made.

There was an accident in the third free throw. Mo Mengchen's shooting felt very bad. Rodman also found the problem. He could see at a glance that the free throw would not be made, and he also knew where the rebound would fall.

At this moment, Mo Mengchen knew that they could not grab the rebound, and he also expected the Bulls to use this ball to fight back.

"Back to defend!"

He yelled.

Although his reminder was timely, his teammates did not have the mentality of being done if he didn't return to defense. Some people wanted to grab offensive rebounds.

Rodman received the rebound and smashed it forward on the spot.

In the frontcourt, Jordan and Mo Mengchen were one-on-one.

Fans of Auburn Mountain Palace covered their mouths. This scene was too cruel. The player with the worst defense on the field met the most offensive player ever.

Jordan had no mercy on his face. He ignored Mo Mengchen, knocked away his body, and made a one-handed dunk that destroyed the heart on his head.

"He aroused Michael's anger, and now he can only bear it."

"Will they be defeated by Michael?"

Off the Pistons, the coaching staff whispered.

"Didn't you want me to play? Now I'm here, as you wish."

Jordan said this in front of Mo Mengchen and then retreated.

Hill serves Momonchen.

"Hey, you weren't scared by Michael, aren't you?" Hill asked.

"Do you think I'm you?" Mo Mengchen received the ball and advanced.

For the Pistons, things are just beginning.

Mo Mengchen wanted to pass the ball to Houston, but Pipen discovered his intention in advance and lie on the passing route. As soon as the ball was passed, Batman flew to steal.

The audience exclaimed that they could no longer react other than that.

Pipen is like a bison, and no one can stop him at full speed. Anyone who dares to stop him needs to think about poor Ewing, and the dunk that has been replayed countless times.

Do you think you are stronger than Ewing?

If you think so, then go and block it.

Hill could not stop Pi Peng, but retreating was not his style. The good kids from Duke could be as good as blood. He had no way out and there was a basket behind him. He was the only person in the team who could protect the basket.

Pipen doesn't take Hill seriously at all. Even if this top student is surrounded by many halos as soon as he enters the league, such as Jordan's successor, Devil's Mountain, and future superstars, these are just garbage promotions made by the league to promote another Jordan.

Where is Jordan so easy to come by?

Batman fought Devil Mountain in the air, and in the end, the stronger man completely overwhelmed his opponent - Pipen knocked Hill away in the air and smashed her dunk into the basket along Hill's shoulder.

The whistle sounded, and it was definitely the bloodiest goal tonight.

Hill fell heavily to the ground, and he became a poor background board and also made a foul. Moreover, the ball directly made the Bulls take the initiative.

Fans at Auburn Mountain Palace whispered, and the sudden explosion of Bulls left them at a loss.

"It appears, Death Section 3!"

"The young Detroit has a bright future, but their opponent is the overlord who holds the present tightly in his hands!"

"It's so fucking good!"

Rodman came up excitedly and ran into Pipen, and showed off his power in front of the Pistons: "I think it's time to let you go home and have a breastfeed!"

"What are your gang of pigs with birds and eggs qualified to wear this jersey? I'll fuck you bastards tonight to death!" Rodman's trash words aroused the anger of everyone in the audience.

Even though he had fought for the Pistons, even if he had paid a lot for the Pistons' championship, fans would not allow him to insult the current Pistons so much.

The booing sounded, this was what Rodman wanted.

He waved his hands as if it was not a boo, but a mountain cry used by his subjects to welcome the king.

The difference has reached 6 points.

And this seems to have just begun.

Pipenga scored a free throw, 7 points.

Rodman's trash talk made everyone angry, and even more outrageous, some of them had the idea of ​​"maybe we can't beat them at all."

Mo Mengchen didn't know who felt this way, but he knew that someone had this kind of thought.

I knelt for too long and couldn't get up.

The glory of the Bad Kids Legion was only five years ago, but many people have forgotten it.

Thorpe, who is still strong, is determined to help the team get back to face. Can Rodman scold him? Then come back from this point.

Mo Mengchen knew what he was thinking, and he also thought it was a good idea. When he saw that no one was lying on the free throw line, he gave a lob.

Thorpe's ability to carry the body is underestimated. Without one or two moves, how can he become a sword guard around Dameng? How can he fight seven games against a group of evil men around Ewing in the 94 Finals?

He turned around and picked up. Rodman was tricked. Thorp dribbled the ball and jumped to the basket to attack the basket. Jordan flew back to the basket and gave him a big hat from behind.

Rodman picked up the rebound and was about to smash it to Pipen to fight back, but Mo Mengchen reached out to destroy it and went out of bounds.

“Huhu…”

Mo Mengchen gasped, and before he knew it, he was already an indispensable figure in the Pistons.

In the first half, he only sat off the court for 3 minutes, which was the most played time for everyone.

The score he had tried his best to recover was being beaten back in a desperate manner by the Bull.
To be continued...