"It's okay, it's the first time to compete, it's inevitable to be nervous. Don't care, it's good if the next ball is back!" Xing Zhongyun gently knocked Zhou Yan on the chest and comforted.

"Hmm!" Zhou Yan stretched his brows and nodded.

It was the turn of the Promise in the Clouds squad to attack.

Zhou Yan organized the ball with the ball, while beware of Ren Ji's interception, and at the same time, the afterglow fell on Xing Zhongyun, who was stuck in the inside position, and Qin Nuo, who was constantly running and ready to catch the ball at any time, but Zhou Yan always felt that something was missing.

"Don't underestimate me~~~," Ren Jijiao said angrily.

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Yan only felt a strange and intoxicating rouge fragrance coming from his nose, and his mind suddenly went blank, although he woke up in a moment, but this moment of kung fu was enough to make Ren Ji, who had already premeditated, steal the ball in his hand.

"It's magic...... Sure enough......" Zhou Yan struggled to catch up while thinking, just now he clearly saw a pink elemental particle released from Ren Ji's body, but he didn't know its magic system.

With this unexpected magic, Ren Ji threw off half of Zhou Yan's body, accelerated into the inner line, and jumped with the trend, but he was afraid of Xing Zhongyun's inner defense, so he chose to throw. Xing Zhongyun didn't dare to give up Wu Bawang at will because he had already suffered a loss, but it was too late to find the ball in Ren Ji's hand.

The advantage of throwing is the speed of the shot, which surprises the defender.

Zhou Yan's face sank, and he jumped up from Ren Ji's side, waving his arms in the air, but he was still a little close, and he could only watch the ball hollow into the net.

"Damn!" Zhou Yan gritted his teeth viciously, he had already suffered two losses at the hands of this young man named Ren Ji, and he couldn't help but be a little angry.

Although Zhou Yan failed to block Ren Ji's shot, his amazing bounce seemed to be beyond gravity, which stunned everyone present and attracted more attention.

"4-0!" is one of the referees' duties.

"You can't smell that. Zhou Yan reminded himself in his heart that the fragrance magic on Ren Ji's body was too weird, and he had to be cautious.

Or the offensive round of the Promise in the Clouds.

Zhou Yan dribbled the ball outside the three-point line, this is smooth, this fancy, like flowing water, dazzling. Ren Ji, who was defending Zhou Yan, obviously saw that the ball was in front of him, but he couldn't touch it.

Zhou Yan's center of gravity sank, accelerated, hit the ground and passed the ball under Ren Ji's crotch, and at the same time he bypassed Ren Ji's side, caught it smoothly, and the ball was divided!

After breaking free from Ren Ji's defense, Zhou Yan directly pulled out a jumper near the free throw line, perfect hand shape, familiar feeling, "Huh~~~" The crisp hollow sound sounded into the net.

"Well done!" After opening the record, the three members of the Promise Team in the Cloud also high-fived each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

And Ren Ji, who was wearing the crotch, felt a huge humiliation, so she blushed and looked a little embarrassed.

“4－2！”

Zhou Yan clapped his palms and shouted, "Defend this ball!" The three of them took a defensive stance, giving people a shocking feeling of morale.

"No, how's that?" Ren Ji asked the young man who couldn't see his face clearly.

Hearing this, Wang Bei nodded slowly.

This young man named Wang Bei was covered by a black magic robe and hat, and he couldn't even see his face, and in the first minute or so, whether it was offensive or defensive, he had never seen Wang Bei's figure, as if it was like air, easy to be ignored by others, full of a mysterious color.

is still a one-on-one situation between Ren Ji and Zhou Yan. In an instant, the corners of Ren Ji's mouth rose strangely, and with a flick of her arm, the ball flew towards the empty bottom corner three-point line.

"Was it a mistake?" Zhou Yan thought to himself.

However, Qin Nuo was the first to discover that Wang Bei, the mysterious young man who was still by his side just now, had lost his trace at this time. In the next second, when I came back to my senses and looked closely, Wang Bei appeared accurately on the trajectory of the ball.

"Oh no!" Qin Nuo secretly shouted, hurriedly transporting the wind magic "Wind Speed", the speed instantly gained a huge increase, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Wang Bei.

Wang Bei seemed to let out a sneer from the pitch-black hood and said coldly: "It's too slow!"

Qin Nuo struggled to jump up and pounce on Wang Bei, but he didn't block the ball, and in a hurry, he could only open his palms to block the latter's sight and interfere with his shooting as much as possible.

The ball didn't seem to have passed through Wang Bei's hand at all, and the Shaolin abbot was in the Qin 80s.

"7-2!" The situation is somewhat unfavorable for the Promise in the Clouds team.

Qin Nuo frowned, his hands were crossed on his hips, and his face was still a little angry, just now, the opponent actually hit him at the speed that he was most proud of, which was the biggest shame for Qin Nuo, who was known as the "Son of the Wind".

Zhou Yan saw the scene just now, his eyes flowed, and he thought: "It's just a matter of a moment, that guy named Wang Bei broke free from Xiao Nuo's defense and appeared in the bottom corner, Xiao Nuo's." Although the wind speed 'caught up with or even interfered with his shooting, he still shot steadily, his magic may not be like Xiaonuo's speed-up magic, but teleportation or something, and, it cannot be ignored that the initiator of this attack, that is, the young man named Ren Ji in front of him, the angle, strength and timing of the ball are just right, just the combination of the two of them is very tricky, like this, the game is not optimistic!"

"We have to find a way to cut the connection between the two. Zhou Yan shook his head, his face was a little solemn, but he understood that the top priority was to win this ball and bite the score.

Qin Nuo nodded at Zhou Yan, who understood that at this time, only by using "answerball" (which can probably be interpreted as a response ball!Acheng's English is not good, forgive me!) can restore morale.

Qin Nuo accelerated and ran inside, and suddenly ran back, widening the distance between him and Wang Bie, who was defending him, and Zhou Yan passed the ball to Qin Nuo without hesitation.

Qin Nuo, who was in the vacant position, received the ball confidently, was very comfortable and enjoyed it, jumped up slightly on tiptoe, and shot!

However, a black shadow unexpectedly appeared in front of him in an instant, it was Wang Bei!

"Impossible!" Qin Nuo was shocked in his heart, and his eyes were still full of consternation: "I have obviously been thrown out of a position just now, how can it be? faster than me......"

Qin Nuo, who was disturbed and frightened, hurriedly completed the shot, his hand shape changed, and the ball smashed out of the basket.

The hand-to-hand combat on the inside line is also exciting, Xing Zhongyun and Overlord are very happy, both are centers, both have a keen sense of smell and crazy hunger for rebounds, looking at the rebounds that are out of control in the air, both of them are eyeing each other.

At this moment, a black shadow jumped high, grabbed the rebound above the heads of the two, and dunked the ball directly into the basket before it landed.

That's right!

Zhou Yan, who had completed the dunk, fell from the basket and waved his air fist, accompanied by an angry roar, to boost his morale!

The goal was too sudden, but it was exciting, and the emotions of the audience were gradually ignited, and the cheers erupted like a tide, and the players present could only be stunned.

Zhou Yan generally understood Wang Bei's ability, and knew that Qin Nuo's shooting would be affected, and the shooting rate would decrease, so after Qin Nuo made a move, he immediately ran inside, ready to scramble for rebounds, but Ren Ji didn't react at all, and didn't even have a trace of awareness of grabbing rebounds. Zhou Yan completed the difficult wonderful deduction without any interference.

"7-4!" is still a one-goal difference, and the game has not lost suspense.

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