The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor Chapter 1134: Routes

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Feng Haibin saw Fan Jun kill and had to abandon his defenders to stop Fan Jun. However, how could he be Fan Jun’s opponent, only to face him, only to see Fan Jun turn around with the ball, as if crossing the road directly from him Passing sideways and jumping to the inside is a heavy buckle.

"Boom!"

There was a muffled noise from the basket, and Fan Jun directly tore Qingjiantang's defense in a one-stop manner.

"Huafeng, at your level, you should put your mind on embroidery, basketball is not for you!"

Fan Jun grinned and shook his finger at Hua Feng.

In an instant, there was an uproar in the audience.

"Fan Jun is provoking Huafeng?"

"He said Huafeng is not good?"

"There is a good show to watch!"

"..."

Hua Feng has a pale face. Since entering the Spirit Sword Sect, this is the first time that he has been provoked by such a low profile.

Ye Chen sat in the audience and couldn't help but shook his head slightly.

"A game without suspense, what is there to watch?"

Xia Zhiyan heard Ye Chen's mumbling, she couldn't help but stared at Ye Chen, but she was very worried. This time Huafeng did encounter a powerful opponent.

"Give me the ball!"

As soon as he served the ball, Hua Feng took the initiative to ask for it. Feng Haibin didn't even think about it, and threw the ball directly to him. In the basketball team of Qingjiantang, Huafeng is definitely the first firepower player, which can be called an offensive kaleidoscope.

However, as soon as Huafeng dribbled the ball close to the opponent's half, Fan Jun had already come to block.

Hua Feng dribbled the ball under the hip twice quickly, and was about to break through Fan Jun's left side at a speed, but he felt the infuriating energy blocking him, but one palm accurately escaped the ball from his hand.

"Hey!"

Fan Jun cut off Huafeng's ball, attacked quickly and ran fast. Hua Feng didn't expect that he would be easily intercepted. For a moment, Fan Jun had already rushed to their basket, and another dunk ended the attack.

"Why is this? Huafeng has no power to fight back?"

Gong Yuwei couldn't believe the facts in front of her. At both the offensive and defensive ends, the strongest Huafeng of the Lingjian faction was completely suppressed by Fan Jun.

Xia Zhiyan was also stunned. She suddenly discovered that Huafeng was not the real strongest, but she hadn't encountered a strong opponent before.

Hua Feng's palm trembled slightly, and a sense of panic that had never been felt before. Prior to this, he had never defeated any opponent he had encountered, and he had won easily most of the time, but today he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

"Impossible, I don't believe it!"

He angered, and once again got the ball with his teammates. He attacked with the ball, but was stunned to discover that it was not Fan Jun who was marking him this time, but a well-regulated member of Chi Jiantang.

Fan Jun smiled, as if he was not worried at all, Hua Feng was furious, and two consecutive disguised forms passed the defender directly.

He was overjoyed and jumped angrily in the penalty area. He also wanted to dunk basketball into the hoop to vent his resentment.

The ball is getting closer and closer to the basket, but at this moment, the situation changes suddenly. A black shadow rose from the ground, and the huge palm came directly towards the basketball fan.

"Bang--!"

With a crisp sound, Hua Feng only felt that it was vigorously coming, and the basketball in his hand had been fanned out.

"What did I see? Huafeng was actually blocked? This..."

Hua Feng looked in front of him in horror, and it was the new disciple who was about 1.9 meters tall and stopped him. This transfer student is called Xu Ping, who used to be friends with Fan Jun, and this time he joined Fan Jun to the Spirit Sword Sect.

He looked at Hua Feng and said with disdain: "Want to dunk in my penalty area and dream?"

Huafeng has never encountered such a big humiliation in the past ten years. He has always been better than others in any field, but today he is completely suppressed by Fan Jun and Xu Ping, two internal and external combinations.

The next thing that was completely staged was a scene of massacre. Qing Jiantang was violently beaten by Chi Jiantang. Just after halftime, he had already scored forty-eight points, almost all of which were earned by Fan Jun and Xu Ping.

Qingjiantang only scored a poor dozen points. This situation has never happened before. Qingjiantang, the basketball overlord of the Spirit Sword School, has completely fallen into the background today.

The Chinese atmosphere on the court has deteriorated rapidly, completely losing the rhythm of playing and the usual level. At this time, the people of the Spirit Sword School know that the usual high-cold male gods are simply unsightly when faced with failure.

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

Hu Qiaoxue can't stand it a bit. Hua Feng is her friend, but now she is suffering on the court.

"I didn't expect this to be the result. Sure enough, there are days outside the sky, and there are people outside the world. There is nothing wrong with the saying."

Gong Yuwei sighed softly.

Xia Zhiyan sat on the bench in a daze. She glanced at Ye Chen, and then she understood what Ye Chen's phrase "there is no suspense in this game".

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

At this time, Ye Chen turned Erlang's legs up and looked at Feng Haibin with interest.

Although the point difference has reached forty points at this time, Feng Haibin has acted more attentively than anyone else. He even scored ten points of Qingjiantang's fifteen points. He is still persevering in defense. At this moment, facing Xu Ping, who was a little over 1.9 meters away, he was also fighting desperately.

"Boom!"

At this moment, Xu Ping hit with a back, and his strength suddenly exploded, knocking Feng Haibin directly out, and then leaping high to complete a dunk, causing an uproar in the audience.

"You want to guard me even with your level of cultivation? I don't know what to say!"

Xu Ping gave a cold snort and left slowly, when the whistle of the midfield sounded and it was time to rest.

Ye Chen's eyes condensed, Feng Haibin sat on the ground, did not get up for a long time, with a painful expression on his face. Body collisions between cultivators are more likely to be injured than ordinary people, especially when there is a gap between the cultivation bases of the two sides.

Hua Feng returned to his seat with an annoyed look, and the other three teammates helped Feng Haibin back.

"How?" Ye Chen walked over.

"His, twisted ankle. Asshole, that guy is so deceiving!"

Feng Haibin looked unwilling, but twisted his ankle, and he would definitely not be able to play in the second half. And even if you play, the result will not change.

"It's okay, it's not serious, it will be fine in a few days."

Ye Chen checked, and put a hand on Feng Haibin's knee. Feng Haibin felt a warm air flow down the knee and reach the ankle, and the pain was much reduced.

He was surprised secretly, before he had time to think about it, Ye Chen suddenly asked: "Why? Very unwilling? Do you want to see how they lose?"

Feng Haibin was very puzzled, and looked at Ye Chen with some uncertainty.

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

"You fight for me?"

Feng Haibin looked at Ye Chen with surprise.

"Anyway, you lose, and you can't play, are there any other options?"

Ye Chen spread out his hands, his face was indifferent and authentic.