"Damn!"

Artest hit hard.

However, it was a waste!

Wang Xiaohui was prepared for this and flexibly hid.

“Sensitivity 50!”

Didn’t Jordan, who was forced to force Artest to be retaliated against the other party?

Unexpectedly, today, Artest made such a move because of Wang Xiaohui's defense.

“Wow!!!”

There were screams of exclamations at the scene.

Wang Xiaohui avoided it, but Artest staggered and almost fell to the ground.

The ball in Artest's hand was lost if it was unstable.

Wang Xiaohui, who picked up the ball, passed directly to Wade in front of him.

"Strike back!"

"Run!"

Under the gaze of the audience, Wade and Iguodala connected tacitly.

This time, Iguodala flew up.

Continuous in the air.

Iguodala received a hit above Crawford's head.

“wooooooooo!!!”

"Beautiful dunk!"

The scene exploded directly.

But Wade and Iguodala ran directly to Wang Xiaohui in the backcourt and enthusiastically hit him with his chest.

"wang, you're too strong!"

"Awesome, awesome."

Wang Xiaohui also grinned and felt quite satisfied when he was praised by future NBA celebrities.

Behind him, the argument between Brand and Artest came faintly.

"Ron, stop making trouble, give me the ball, I'll fix everything."

"Take it and take it, give it to you all."

Yes, this time, it's Brand to attack.

Can Wang Xiaohui withstand such a big guy?

"Um?"

When Brand hit the inside, everyone found that when Brand turned around and ran into Wang Xiaohui, there was a sudden pause.

That was a pause in the power confrontation.

‘Can wang’s lower plate power be stronger than Brand?’

Everyone was full of doubts, and then they watched Brand rely on Wang Xiaohui to take action.

Height and wingspan are a flaw.

Wang Xiaohui couldn't touch it at all.

However, Brand's move failed to get what he wanted.

Bang!

Didn't enter!

The rebound was still firmly held in Wang Xiaohui's arms.

At the first moment, Wang Xiaohui sent the ball to the frontcourt again.

Counterattack!

Come again!

Wade and Iguodala have a tacit understanding. Even if they are two against two, they are not at all false.

Wade's one swayed left and right, and was as lightning as lightning.

Easily pick the basket.

"Wow, good ball!"

"Is this the 'Chinese Step' that Wang used in the National Championship?"

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that our college students played better than professional players."

The students watching the field were all excited.

But Jordan nodded and shook his head.

"That boy's defense is indeed not bad, but if he doesn't know how to attack, he can only be a blue-collar worker. What a pity, it's such a pity."

Jordan thought so, and so did Artest on the field.

Artest also began to stimulate Wang Xiaohui.

"You may not know that my best thing is not attack, but defense. If you have the ability, you will try to attack later."

"sure."

In the next round, Wang Xiaohui really started.

No ball play!

This is what Wang Xiaohui is best at.

The opponent is also a temporary team and cannot catch up with Wang Xiaohui's flexible running position.

Here comes!

Outside the bottom corner three-point line!

When Wang Xiaohui arrived, Wade's ball also arrived.

It rose up from the ground.

Wang Xiaohui took action directly before Artest caught up.

Whoosh!

Three points.

And this is just the beginning.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Just like having a cheat, Wang Xiaohui made three-pointers one after another, and four consecutive shots!

The opponent's temper was gone.

Especially Artest, who was chasing Wang Xiaohui, looked exhausted at the moment. However, Artest would not admit defeat.

"I can only shoot without the ball. If you have the ability, you can try to hit me?"

It seemed as if God was destined. Artest did not notice a pass from Crawford on the professional team, but the ball went directly to Wang Xiaohui.

"Well,"

Looking at the opponent's assists, Wang Xiaohui naturally did not retreat at all.

"I'll die if I try it!"

Everyone else knows that today's game has changed.

This has become a arena for the two of them.

Everyone silently moved aside and let Wang Xiaohui and Artest 1o1 in the frontcourt.

Bang, bang, bang!

Wang Xiaohui also tried to dribble left and right.

However, he did not make any breakthrough.

He knew that his breakthrough was not good.

Artest looked at Wang Xiaohui's usual dribble, and the corners of his mouth rose a large curve.

"Hmph, that's it?"

However, at this moment, Wang Xiaohui suddenly headed to the right and accelerated suddenly.
To be continued...