Chapter 625： 625 Create a myth!

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Everyone present, no matter what purpose they first entered the indoor court, but now, they have only one mind!

Will this goal be scored?

The crowd stared at Yang Ning who raised the basketball high in the court. Under their watch, Yang Ning took a step back again and then quickly took off. The figure was full of pleasing aesthetics. When this jump reached the highest point , His right hand holding the ball flicked lightly.

The whole movement can be said to be in general, and at least those who think they have played and know the ball, no matter how discerning their eyes are, can't pick out the slightest fault!

After seeing Yang Ning's dashing and drifting shooting action, suddenly, a small group of people suddenly showed incredible colors, and then stood up reflexively, with unbelievable eyes, exclaimed: "Yang Ning! Hua Fu Yang Ning at the University!"

"Are you sure?" The people around were a little skeptical about this, but soon, their skeptical eyes turned into shock: "The body looks very similar, it really looks like that. Just kidding, Jiang Shangchun is not only a fool. Dare to challenge Yang Ning, dare to bet against others?"

"The most ridiculous thing is that this guy actually posted on the campus forum, let us run to watch the game?"

"Does he want to step on Yang Ning's position to attract the attention of the Professional League of America?"

"This possibility is quite large. As far as I know, many domestic basketball players want to challenge Yang Ning. This year, in order to fight for position, any means can be used."

"But having said that, Jiang Shangchun really has this confidence, to challenge Yang Ning such a pervert? Why is he?"

These people who recognized Yang Ning were whispering and whispering. They thought Jiang Shangchun knew this, but in fact, the person with a wild face at the moment could not even recognize Yang Ning.

"Good job!" The little fat man picked up the ball, and then tossed the ball to Yang Ning: "One more."

another one?

Hearing this, Jiang Shangchun couldn't help but smoked fiercely. This is already the eleventh. If another one comes, it will almost close the record of the Professional League of America, and this will also create a new record. A record of hitting three points in twelve consecutive times!

Hit rate...100%!

Right now, even people who don't understand the ball can't help but get excited. This is far more popular than the air connection of Jiang Shangchun's side. I think that a yellow man can create a black man who is upset and even shocked. For the record, the students at Jinghua University clenched their fists one by one, secretly cheering for Yang Ning.

"Another goal!"

"Another goal!"

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Throughout the indoor court, you can hear similar shouts, and the rhythm is getting more and more coordinated. When they finally overlap, even outside, you can also hear such passionate and crazy shouts!

Yang Ning glanced at the Jinghua students present. His face was calm, he just slapped the ball in his hand, and then under the eyes of everyone, he directly took a step back, while in the air, the right hand holding the ball flicked gently. I saw a brilliant orange, leaving a dazzling track in the air.

Uh!

As the web-swapping sounded, there was an almost crazy shout at the scene. At the moment, no one is still sitting. Even some girls who are purely watching the lively, put down their mobile phones or food, and stand up and wave to Yang Ning. .

"Perverted, it's so perverted!"

Some people couldn't help whispering, and at the same time they quietly took out their phones and filmed the scene.

They want to record this moment, the pride of being a yellow man, in the mobile phone firmly, in the mind!

"Another goal!"

"Another goal!"

Similar shouts continue, this is the thirteenth goal, if there is another one, then it is the fourteenth!

They don't want to know who Yang Ning is, they only have one idea, that is, this guy on the field, where is his limit! Can he still make another three-pointer!

Of course, Jiang Shangchun's group is definitely an exception. At present, they are suffering from both physical and mental torture. They realize that this bet against Yang Ning is completely a mistake, and one that makes them regret it to the extreme. error!

Who would have thought at first that this guy would be so perverted?

Slots, with thirteen three-pointers, if you cast another one, it would be fourteen!

Nima, even if he missed the vote, they just want to think about 13 three-pointers, they also want to sigh!

Who is this guy?

Where did tm come from?

With this technology, how could it be unknown!

The little fat man's eyes have been closed for a long time, no matter how he looks, there is a treacherous look. In the usual way, no matter who takes a look at it, he will feel that this guy is a treacherous and cunning bitch, but now, no The few people are so ridiculous that they think the little fat man at this moment... is cute?

"Next, another one!" The little fat man threw the ball to Yang Ning, then glanced at Jiang Shangchun and others who were not far away, "Sit and wait to take off your pants and streak."

Listening to the yelling and yelling of the little fat man, at this moment, Jiang Shangchun and others were surprisingly not angry, but instead panicked to the extreme!

All eyes are on gambling with others, no matter what kind of competition method Yang Ning proposes next, Jiang Shangchun and others do not think that they will definitely win, even the possibility of winning is quite small!

When I think of the content of this colorful head, I want to strip off and run five laps around the stadium. This is my own initiative. Jiang Shangchun couldn't help but have the urge to lick his mouth.

Damn, what to do!

Right now, Jiang Shangchun began to think about countermeasures, he had to plan ahead, because in his opinion, he should have won 100%, but now he feels that he wants to lose, and he wants to lose completely!

boom!

boom!

boom!

Watching Yang Ning pat the ball, turned around and walked slowly towards the rear. The onlookers all played a full twelve points of attention. Everyone was thinking about how he would throw this ball!

Suddenly, their eyes widened, and even the little fat man, Huabaoshan and Aolong brother couldn't help but open their mouths, and looked like they could stuff a duck egg.

Nima, is this guy crazy?

No one would think that at the moment when Yang Ning took the ball while carrying the basket, he suddenly grabbed the basketball and threw it directly behind him!

Throw the ball back?

At a distance of forty feet?

Is this pure show or death?

Or, he really feels his hands are hot, so he wants to make the so-called impossible possible under the eyes of everyone?

"I won't make it, I won't make it. I admit that you are very powerful, but you are too arrogant. If this goal is made, I will go to the toilet to eat..."

Uh!

Jiang Shangchun was still cursing his teeth, but soon he heard a brush again in his ear.

Hollow?

Hollow again?

Grass mud horse, how is this possible!

At this moment, Jiang Shangchun raised a strong absurdity, even his head was groggy, and he once thought that he should not be dreaming, because in his view, it is absolutely not like this, and it is impossible to enter. The net was thrown behind his back, and it was so vividly entered!

Moreover, this is the fourteenth three-pointer, fourteen consecutive, 100% hit!

"Go in!"

"Go in, he really went in!"

"The fourteenth, this goal is beautiful, it is so beautiful, slot, I have to send a circle of friends quickly!"

"Weibo! Weibo! I want to post Weibo! This tm is so wonderful!"

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The scene fell into a crazy cry, but all the Beijing students who witnessed this scene were crazy, and even showed signs of loss of reason!

"I have heard such a statement that not everyone can dunk, but everyone can try to make a three-pointer from thirty feet away."

When Yang Ning said this, there was a clear silence on the scene. Even the Jinghua students on Xing's head were listening to Yang Ning's words carefully.

With a glance at the Jinghua students present, Yang Ning looked to Jiang Shangchun, who had already turned his face: "The ultimate goal of the game is to win the game. If I can score goals in an easy way, I will never use my energy, or even let myself Injured dunk."

After a pause, Yang Ning walked to the midline area of ​​the kick-off point and calmly said: "Rather than risking a physical dunk, I prefer a simple and rough three-point shot. Of course, this does not mean that I will not dunk. "

In the eyes of everyone, Yang Ning suddenly held up the basketball. At this moment, the people present showed incredible colors!

What is he doing?