Chapter 1131

Feng Haibin saw that Fan Jun was killed, so he had to abandon the defensive players to stop him. However, how could he be Fan Jun's opponent? He turned around with the ball and passed directly from his side like crossing the road. Jumping to the inside line was a heavy smash.

"Bang!"

There was a dull sound from the basket, and Fan Jun directly tore the defense of the green sword hall in the way of a dragon.

"Huafeng, your level, or put your mind on embroidery, basketball is not suitable for you!"

Fan Jun grinned and gently shook his finger at Huafeng.

In an instant, there was an uproar.

"Fan Jun is challenging Huafeng?"

"He said Huafeng is not good?"

"There's a good play to see!"

“……”

Huafeng looks iron and blue. It is the first time that he has been looked down upon and challenged in this way since he entered the spirit sword school.

Ye Chen sat in the audience and couldn't help shaking his head.

"What's the point of a game without suspense?"

Xia Zhiyan heard the murmur of leaf dust, she couldn't help but stare at Ye Chen, but her heart was very worried, Huafeng really met a strong opponent.

"Give me the ball!"

Just after serving, Huafeng asked for the ball. Feng Haibin didn't even think about it. He just threw the ball to him. In the basketball team of qingjiantang, Huafeng is absolutely the first firepower, which can be called the kaleidoscope of attack.

However, Huafeng just dribbled close to the other half, Fan Jun has come to block.

Huafeng quickly dribbles the ball twice under his crotch. He is about to break through Fan Jun's left side with speed. However, he feels that the genuine Qi blocks him. However, a palm of his hand is very accurate in escaping the ball from his hand.

"Hey

Fan Jun cut off Huafeng's ball, attacked quickly and ran fast. Huafeng did not expect that he would be easily robbed, a Leng God, Fan Jun has rushed to their basket, is a slam dunk to end the attack.

"How could that happen? Huafeng has no power to fight back? "

Gong Yuwei can't believe the fact in front of her. At both ends of attack and defense, Hua Feng, the most powerful of the Lingjian sect, was completely suppressed by fan Jun.

Xia Zhiyan is also stunned, she suddenly found that Huafeng is not really the strongest, but did not encounter a strong opponent before.

Huafeng's hands trembled slightly, and a sense of panic never existed. Before that, no matter what opponent he met, he had never lost, and most of the time he won easily, but today he suddenly felt powerless.

"No way, I don't believe it!"

He got the ball right again with his teammates. He attacked with the ball, but was surprised to find that this time he was not Fan Jun, but a regular player in the red sword hall.

Fan Jun smile, as if not worried at all, Huafeng heart angry, two consecutive disguised directly over the defender.

He was very happy and took off in the forbidden area. He also wanted to pour the basketball into the basket to vent his resentment.

The ball is getting closer and closer to the basket, but at this time, the situation suddenly changes. A dark shadow rose from the ground, and the huge palm of his hand was directly fanned towards the basketball.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound, Huafeng only felt that the power came, the basketball in his hand had been fanned out.

"What do I see? Huafeng has been blocked? This... "

Huafeng looked at him in horror, and it was the new disciple who stopped him. This transfer student is called Xu Ping. He was good friends with Fan Jun before. This time, he joined the spirit sword sect with fan Jun.

He looked at Huafeng, disdain way: "want to dunk in my forbidden area, dream?"

Huafeng has never been humiliated in the past ten years. He has always been superior to others in any field, but today he is completely suppressed by Fan Jun and Xu Ping.

What followed was a scene of massacre. Qingjiantang was beaten by Chijian hall. Just after half-time, he had scored 48 points, almost all of which were obtained by Fan Jun and Xu Ping.

However, the green sword hall only got a poor score of more than ten points, which has never happened before. The former basketball overlord of the spirit sword school, today is totally reduced to the background.

The Chinese style on the field was so angry that he lost the rhythm and standard of playing. At this time, the people of the spirit sword school knew that the ordinary high cold male god was just terrible when facing the failure.

"Yuwei, Fan Jun's basketball level is terrible, and that big man, Huafeng is not an opponent at all!"

Hu qiaoxue some can't look down, Huafeng is also her friend, but now she is suffering on the court.

"I didn't expect that it would be the result. As expected, there is a heaven out of the sky, and there are people outside of the people. There is nothing wrong with this sentence."

Gong Yuwei sighs softly.

Xia Zhiyan is some absentminded sitting on the bench, she saw a leaf dust, this just understand the Ye dust that sentence "this competition has no suspense" what meaning.

The disparity in strength between the two sides is indeed too great.

At the same time, ye Chen looks at Feng Haibin with interest.Although the score difference has reached 40 points, Feng Haibin is more attentive and serious than anyone else. He even won 10% of the 15 points in qingjiantang. He is still indomitable in defense. He is also struggling against Xu Ping, who is more than 1.9 meters.

"Bang!"

At this time, Xu Ping hit his back, and his strength suddenly broke out. Feng Haibin was directly knocked out, and then he jumped high to complete the slam dunk, which caused an uproar.

"Do you want to defend me with your cultivation? I don't know! "

Xu Ping snorted coldly and left slowly. At this time, the whistle of midfield sounded and it was time to rest.

When ye Chen's eyes congealed, Feng Haibin sat on the ground and didn't get up for a long time, with a painful expression on his face. Physical collision between practitioners is more likely to be injured than ordinary people, especially when there is a gap between the two.

Huafeng returned to his seat with a look of anger, and the other three teammates helped Feng Haibin back.

"How about it?" Ye Chen came over.

"Hiss, my foot is twisted. Son of a bitch, that guy is a real bully

Feng Haibin is not willing to face, but his ankle twisted, he must not be able to play in the second half. And even if you play, the results won't change.

"It's OK. It's not serious. It'll be OK in a few days."

Ye Chen checked it and put one hand on Feng Haibin's knee. Feng Haibin felt a warm air flow down his knee and reached his ankle. The pain was greatly reduced.

He was surprised and had no time to think about it. Ye Chen suddenly asked, "why? Very unwilling? Do you want to see them lose? "

Feng Haibin looks at Ye Chen with great doubt.

"In the second half, shall I play for you?"

"You fight for me?"

Feng Haibin looks at Ye Chen in surprise.

"It's all lost anyway, and you can't play. What other options do you have?"

Ye Chen spread out his hands, a face does not matter tunnel.