When Shan Yu stood on the court, Luwan Gymnasium finally sounded a burst of drums, this is the first strong support of the home team for Nanyang, now even if you don't understand basketball, you can also understand the meaning of Shan Yu on the court at this moment, the two beautiful scores on the 8th are enough to force the chief master of Nanyang to come off the court.

The confrontation between the top brand SG in the southern region and the dazzling dark horse upstart SF, which completely aroused the appetite of all the spectators present, the seats in front of the stands, the spectators close to the railing, and even the fans who had already stood up and supported each other's idols, at this time, could not be themselves, pressed on the railing, leaned forward, and shouted the name of their idol, and the atmosphere suddenly became hot.

Shan Yu and his teammates slapped each other's palms, then turned around, followed his teammates, and pressed towards the front court, in front of them, was the united Beiyang Twelfth Middle School.

"Shrink!" Yan Yufeng shouted loudly, and he greeted him.

Chen Ping and Yuan Xing, who were inserted into both sides of the formation, suddenly ran sideways to the inside line, while Long Wei, the center of Nanyang, and the two-meter general were strong from Beiyang's defense, and went straight down.

Yan Yufeng quickly dodged the mobile interference of the opponent's center, and his eyes were not staring at Cheng Zong, who was controlling the ball, but Shan Yu, who was still walking slowly at the end.

If this attack was not finally resolved by Shan Yu, Yan Yufeng would not believe it if he killed him, Yan Yufeng told himself that if you want to defeat Nanyang, then, you must defeat Shan Yu first.

He is the last screen of Nanyang, who has remained calm until now, breaking him and winning, then at least half of the certainty!

Cheng Zong passed, his target was the inside line, Yan Yufeng had already heard Xiang Jie's angry shouts, but he didn't dare to look back, because he didn't know if his eyes moved away a little, then the target in front of him would disappear.

Suddenly hearing the cheers of the audience, Yan Yufeng was stunned, turned his head to look, the No. 21, walked in front of him with a fierce face, his eyes turned down, and he just saw Xiang Jie being pulled up by the night wind, and Gao Yuan was already standing on the sideline, just sending the ball to the big pillar.

"Do you think I'm going to do it?" Suddenly, a voice sounded in his ears, with a slight soft surname and a Wu Nong accent, and in an instant, Yan Yufeng knew who was laughing there.

Turning his head calmly, Shan Yu was already pushing backwards, looking at the No. 8 who was looking directly at him, Shan Yu smiled coldly, raised his hand and hooked his finger forward, and then turned around and pushed towards his half.

Yan Yufeng gritted his teeth, his first half of the plan had been successful, and Shan Yu was forced to leave by himself, but now it seems that Shan Yu did not come because of anger, his eyes are still very clear.

What exactly is this guy's psychological quality made of?

Yan Yufeng clenched his fists.

Coming to the right arc, Yan Yufeng slowly moved inward, he simply pushed the No. 21 in front of him to the inside line, but Yan Yufeng didn't even look at the long-armed guy in front of him who had been designated as the best defensive PF in the Southern Region this year, tilting his head sideways, looking at Shan Yu, who was standing slightly higher on the line with himself, with a relaxed face.

I suddenly remembered a conversation between Shang Lin and himself before the game.

"Shan Yu can dominate the South Division for three years, in this place of high-production guards, there are such results, this is by no means simple, his ability is very average, it is not too much to say that he is an all-round guard, it is not strange for a guard to score, it is normal to be able to assist, steals, rebounds, it is also very common, but if these four things, the four most important data in basketball are owned, then, it can no longer be expressed with surprise.

Look at his stats over the years, 17.3 points, 5.7 assists, 1.9 steals, plus a solid 6 rebounds, don't you think that's a very scary statistic?

yes, what a terrible statistic!

This is still the data that Shan Yu has never been angry and has played less than 30 minutes, if he goes all out and has enough time, then what kind of situation will it be?

Hey!

Yan Yufeng showed his white teeth and smiled, what a strong opponent this is, if he can provoke his liver fire, then, let him fight against him with all his might, that scene, he will look forward to it very much.

Shan Yu, throw away your false mask, on the basketball court, you are not allowed to smile like a vacation!

"Ball!" Gao Yuan fought hard into the inner line, and after attracting the two people, from the back of No. 21, a reverse hanging, passed the ball, and at the same time did not forget to shout, signaling Yan Yufeng, who was standing still.

Yan Yufeng pushed No. 21 Chen Ping, who had already reacted, took a step back, probed the ape arm, and caught the ball.

Chen Ping finally reacted, relying on experience, he bullied him, hoping to take advantage of Yan Yufeng to catch the ball high, and force the opponent to strangle his breakthrough in one fell swoop.

Velocity!

In basketball, speed and power are two extremes.

If there is power, there may not be speed, and if there is speed, that power cannot be so destructive, which seems to be the same as a fish and a bear's paw, but that can only be for ordinary people.

A true basketball player has long understood that a little bit of strength can be turned into speed, such as lightning speed but full of impact and sudden explosiveness!

The toes were not yet steady, but Yan Yufeng had already moved.

Leaning over, stepping sideways, bullying, and dribbling the ball with a backhand from the waist to the other side, and almost at the same moment as the left foot that is the vertical axis foot probes off the ground, one step, and both of them take a step forward from each other.

In the space, it was as if the two of them coincided, but the next moment, they separated in reverse without looking back.

No one could see how Yan Yufeng dodged away ghostly under the lightning hedge, but the speed did not change in the slightest, in that second, in the hearts of 10,000 people, there were 10,000 possible illusions.

The offense is not allowed to be associated, it is a luxury that belongs to the spectators, on the court, the fight with each other, can only stop when the orange basketball falls under the white net.

Yuan Xing reluctantly straightened his body, crossed his hands to protect his chest, and looked at the approaching black shadow, his heart became excited again.

Stupid, get your fourth foul!

Frustrated, twisted, and moved horizontally, Yuan Xing only felt a flower in front of him, and No. 8 was about to hit him at the moment when he turned around horizontally, and was close to his face, coming to an extremely beautiful horizontal pass.

When his body was not completely turned around, Yan Yufeng had already held the ball and took the ball in before the opponent's center made a move.

Han Shuo and Ge Hui looked at each other, each seeing each other's surprise.

The master shot and suddenly saw the extraordinary.

The instant backhand change to the person just now is already extremely beautiful, and after one step, it can be reversed again, and the two opposite directions are only in the hands of the hand in one step.

This explosive power, this adaptability, is absolutely unattainable by ordinary people.

In the end, the probe plucked the ball, and the strength and angle were exactly the same, even if Han Shuo did it himself, it might not guarantee that the ball would be dialed in, not to mention that he couldn't make the posture so elegant and free.

This No. 8 ''''''' is indeed a master.

Liu Xiaoyu also sat there straight, his eyes staring at the court, and his mind was still recalling everything just now.

This No. 8 is so powerful!!

Was it a fluke?

Liu Xiaoyu shook his head, instinctively, if he can have such a beautiful score, it can't be a low hand, it seems that this No. 8 is indeed as they say, a little capable.

Smiling, Liu Xiaoyu thought to himself: Shan Yu, it seems that you are not so easy to enter the finals!

Nanyang is coming!

Settled, guided the ball, began to run, and in a few clicks, Nanyang still insisted on playing a mobile positional battle.

Yan Yufeng put one hand on Shan Yu's waist, and Shan Yu walked slowly at the high position of the Beiyang half, and the two walked side by side like friends.

"Without me, this goal is still going to be scored!" Shan Yu said lightly.

"It doesn't matter!" Yan Yufeng said expressionlessly.

"Humph!"

"Hey!"

The ball was stuffed into the inner line again, Yan Yufeng's heart tightened, Xiang Jie's cheers came again, he couldn't help but look back, suddenly felt that his hands were empty, he was shocked, and reached out to fish.

Shan Yu was like an agile rabbit, avoiding Cheng Zong on the outside, jumping sideways through the middle of his side and the night long wind defending him, and immediately shook off Yan Yufeng who was chasing him, squeezed into the inner line again, and then surrounded the three-second area, starting from the bottom line, reversed a circle, came to Chen Ping, who was holding the ball, reached out and almost snatched the ball from his hand, and then, in front of everyone on the inside, raised his hand and straightened up, like a free throw, raised his hand to hold the ball and pull the ball out.

"Brush!"

Xiang Jie looked at Shan Yu with a smile of indifference with anger in his eyes, he dared to score in such a way on the inside, which was obviously insulting Beiyang.

Shan Yu didn't seem to see Xiang Jie's eyes that were about to kill, jogged out, and when he staggered with Yan Yufeng, he suddenly sneered: "Pay attention next time!" ”

Yan Yufeng raised his eyebrows, and said coldly: "Absolutely satisfying you!" ”

"Hey, hey!" Shan Yu chuckled and walked away.

Shang Lin unconsciously touched his chin, looking at Shan Yu's back from a distance, this Shan Yu, it seems that he is only now starting to go all out, and he is very sneaky in running!

Standing on the three-point line with the ball, Chen Pingxin in front of Yan Yufeng couldn't help but feel cold, but the next moment, this No. 8 surprisingly passed the ball out again, and ran sideways to the inside.

Don't dare and be slow, Chen Ping is entangled in the past.

Yan Yufeng was very fast, Chen Ping added a point of strength to his hand, but he was surprised to feel that the opponent had added another point, and leaned towards the inside line strongly.

Do you want to eat inside?

Chen Ping was surprised and delighted to think that if he was on the outside, No. 8 would be too advantageous for him, but on the inside, with his height and weight a head higher than him, he would be very sure to deal with him.

Feeling your opponent stop, he then crossed his body in his familiar flat, one hand on his chest, and his body arched.

Really!

Chen Ping snorted, bent his knees on Yan Yufeng's hips with his front feet, leaned forward as far as possible, bent his elbows on his back with his right hand, and pinched his waist with his left hand.

The unexpected powerful force came, Chen Ping's feet bent backwards couldn't resist, and his whole body was pressed back by Yan Yufeng half a meter away.

Chen Ping's heart suddenly changed from surprise and joy, to fear and anger in a blink of an eye, and the distance of half a meter, in the inner line, was already equivalent to failure.

At this moment, the pressure on him on the 8th is like a fallen mountain, a powerful force, and there is no reason to strengthen it.

"Whew!" Chen Ping roared and fought hard.

The ball came from outside.

"Defense!" Chen Ping finally shouted desperately.

When Yan Yufeng received the ball, it was like a signal flare for a general attack, and the pressure suddenly erupted a hundred times.

Side-by-side, the foothold as the central axis of the left foot protruded, the toes twisted the ground fiercely, and the body leaned away like an explosion, and the left shoulder hit Chen Ping's chest mercilessly.

"It's over!" When the body couldn't help but lean back, and the great pain followed, Chen Ping was depressed to realize that he had lost on the inside!

The body turned completely around, and his right foot stepped sideways, Yan Yufeng didn't seem to see the Nanyang center who came to assist in the defense, his left foot bent slightly, and then jumped up on the ground, his body jumped forward, and jumped to the basket that was close at hand.

"Roar!" Long Wei, who came from another time, screamed angrily and rushed sideways, this time, he must not let No. 8 be strong again.

Han Shuo couldn't control himself anymore, he stood up and looked at the court with wide eyes.

Looking at the No. 8 who rushed in front of him, Long Wei forgot everything, honor and disgrace, scoring, fouls, all gone, at this time, he only felt that he was like a knight duel in the Middle Ages, the charge had begun, the horses had soared, and now, the only thing left to do was to hold the spear in his hand tightly and stab him fearlessly.

"Die!" Long Wei roared angrily in his heart, and his huge body pressed hard.

"Whew!"

Yan Yufeng snorted softly, and the hands that raised the ball to the rebound spun inward, rushing up and flexing his body.

The ball was gone, and Long Wei's eyes widened.

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

Only under the basket could see that No. 8 was able to stagger in the air with his huge body at the moment when the center rushed in.

The waist board is straightened, the falling body is straightened again, the left hand is released, the right hand holds the ball and the backhand is raised to the other side of the rebound, stretching to the highest place, the wrist is shaken, the fingers are in full bloom, and the orange basketball is like a spiritual surname, and it is gently rotated upward.

"Yay''''''''!" Han Shuo shouted loudly, and when he saw No. 8 flipping the ball out with a perfect air bar, he couldn't control it anymore and couldn't help but shout loudly.

Whether the ball goes in or not, everything just now is wonderful, and time, as if at that moment just now, has come to a fatal halt.

Han Shuo knew that it was because of the illusion caused by the forced waist in the air on the 8th, and it was in an illusion that his calm self suddenly boiled.

Thanks number 8!

Referee Wang Jian was stunned, and the whistle on his lips paused hesitantly, according to instinct, the center of Nanyang just now was indeed suspected of fouling, but the timing of blowing the penalty had been missed, and now it can only show his incompetence.

Shan Yu stretched out his hand to pull up Chen Ping, who had fallen to the ground, and patted him comfortingly, and his friend said frustratedly: "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're too strong!" ”

"What did you say, Captain?" Chen Ping didn't hear it clearly, and said suspiciously.

"Nothing, let's go!" Shan Yu immediately recovered and shouted loudly.

Liu Xiaoyu held his chin, his eyes became deeper, and a trace of excitement began to flicker in his eyes, and he began to be a little eager for Beiyang Yang to win.

Under the high tide of the audience, in the voice of shouting Yan Yufeng one after another, the nerves of Liu Xiaoyu's whole body slowly warmed up.

I really want to fight you, No. 8, you're really good!

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(To be continued)