NBA: I went from being a reasonable talker to being a god against the sky

"Hey, brother", Jiang Hao grinned shamelessly, quickly turned his head away, and jumped out of Stackhouse's data panel in front of him.

jerry stackhouse

Speed ​​75 Stamina 63 Bounce 82 Strength 80

控球85、传球65、意识70、中投85、三分80····

"Huh?" After glancing at Lao Si's data, Jiang Hao nodded secretly, "That is to say, he is old and his stamina is indeed poor, but everything else is quite reliable."

While thinking in his mind, the system beeped.

【Ding!From Stackhouse +500]

"Hey~" Jiang Hao chuckled slightly, "There's no food left, so I'll take a few more shots today, and please invite the next unlucky one."

At the same time, Jiang Hao also discovered a situation.

The system does not give challenge tasks for every game.

Thinking about it the other way around, given the task every game, the signature skills of this historical superstar are not enough!

Or there is another possibility.

I didn't trigger the challenge task at all.

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Mavericks attack.

"Old S!" Harris pushed forward with the ball and whispered to Stackhouse, "Martin didn't defend, I'll pass you the ball, fuck him."

"Hmm!" Stackhouse narrowed his eyes, made an OK gesture, and ran forward.

The king's own half is man-to-man.

Old Si stood on the weak side of the ribs, reaching for the ball.

"Whoosh." Harris was also unambiguous, and he did what he said, and hit the earth with one hand to pass Laosi.

The old man chatted and became crazy about teenagers!

Lao Si grabbed the ball with one hand, swayed half a circle in the sky, and followed up with tentative steps under his feet!

Speaking of Martin, the defensive cliff is a display.

Just such a basic fake move, let Martin fly!

"Fuck!" Old Stu never expected, "This is a pure Martin colander!"

Lao Si turned sideways, pressed his shoulders, stepped past Martin, and faced the basket. If he didn't even think about it, he jumped up on the spot with a "boom"!

"wooow!!!"

Many spectators immediately stood up, clenched their fists with both hands and put them on both sides of their heads!

It was organization center Brad Miller who stood in front of Lao Si!

198 against 213, the shooting guard dunks the center!

"Bang" the basket was shaken, and the dunk was indeed dunked.

It's a pity that the take-off height was somewhat close, and Lao Si pressed the ball with his palm, just reaching the front of the basket.

The 31-year-old Miller is also experienced. The ball didn't take off, and he didn't reach out. He used himself as a personal wall.

No goal, no foul, rebound~

Artest got it!

It is no exaggeration to say that Artest is the best athlete in this Kings team.

Artest held the ball in his hand and didn't look at the point guard Udrih at all. He dribbled the ball with one hand and waved it with the other, walking forward with three swings.

It's as if he thinks of himself as the king's brain.

"Motherfuker!" Udrih cursed in a hoarse voice, and he was so angry that he had to follow along, resentful in his heart, "You f*cking small forward, you are fighting for my job, right? Okay, I'll wait for you!"

Just after halftime Artest held the ball, a figure proudly blocked his way.

"Huh?" Artest looked up, and it was Jiang Hao who was facing him, pouted contemptuously, "Rookie, go away, do you know who I am, I am Artest..."

Before the word "S" could be said, Artest felt a gust of cold wind hit his crotch!

There was a "pop~" sound in the helix, the ball has been cut away by Jiang Hao.

"Damn it! Here it comes! Look! Look! This is Jiang Hao's steal!" Yong Qiang suddenly yelled, and the fans at the scene were covered in sweat.

"Hmph," Cuban snorted from the sidelines, turned his head and smiled at Yong Qiang and nodded, then looked around the fans in the arena proudly, "How about it, the DJ hired by someone in Ku is absolutely amazing!"

On the court, Artest couldn't bear it.

"fuk!" Relying on his super strong body reaction, he took two steps and chased after Jiang Hao, not letting go, "Rookie! Don't be crazy, the uncle is here!"

"Hmph." Jiang Hao heard the evil wind coming from behind his ears, he didn't panic at all, he snorted coldly, and made up his mind, "I'll just wait for you, it's just in time."

"Crackling~!"

The soles of the shoes rubbed against the floor sharply, making a piercing sound instantly.

"Wow~ duang!"

Artest staggered and fell to one knee!

He rushed towards Jiang Hao so fast that he couldn't stop the car at all, and stopped suddenly so that his ankle couldn't bear the drastic change of inertia at all.

On the other side, Harris whirls away and is rushing towards the basket.

Harris is too familiar. As soon as Jiang Hao got the ball, he started to start under his feet.

tacit agreement.

Look at Jiang Hao again!He stopped the right hand crotch and gave it to the left hand. First, Artest was knocked down. The left hand touched the ball without stopping the ball, and passed to Harris.

"Fighting~" Harris received an assist from Jiang Hao and scored 2:2.

Everyone was shocked!

Steals + knock down NBA's best defender Artest + assists.

This is only the rookie Jiang Hao's first touch of the ball at home in Dallas!

"Damn it, it's too fake!" A senior old fan in the stands swallowed the ice cream in his mouth in one gulp in surprise!

"Bit, I can't even play 2K! It's so fucking crazy to knock Artest down!" This exclamation came from a game fan.

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"Attention everyone, please pay attention, these two points just now are the first points of our Mavericks at home this year, old irons, if you still have ink on your wool, let me get bored!"

In the arena, Yong Qiang roared again at the top of his lungs.

On the court, Artest walked towards Jiang Hao with heavy steps, staring at a pair of strange eyes.

"Fight?" Artest didn't dare, he just wanted to chat with Jiang Hao.

"Oh? Here we come." Jiang Hao's mouth twitched, and he touched his nose, and the trouble immediately came to mind.

"Stop." Artai shouted at Jiang Hao, "Rookie, I was careless just now, it doesn't count, understand!"

"Oh." Jiang Hao rolled his eyes at him, noncommittal, and suddenly reached forward with his big hand, aiming at Artest's forehead, "Crack! Crack!" twice.

Double strike with one palm.

"What the hell!" Artest's mouth twitched, his strange eyes widened, and he was immediately agitated. He raised his thick arm with a mallet and swung it directly at Jiang Hao's head!

"Go!" Jiang Hao didn't pay attention at all, turned around to avoid Artai's arms, and turned around and ran away the next moment...

"Hiss..." Artest stood on the spot uncharacteristically, but immediately took a deep breath.

"Eh~~~" The referee didn't see the first scene, but happened to catch up with the second scene, and the scene was Artest swinging his arms at Jiang Hao.

At that time, my head shook, and I was about to rush over to whistle and fight, but I didn't expect...

Jiang Hao flashed.

Never expected...

Artest didn't even chase him!

The referee is rich in experience, but he has never seen such a game.

Speaking of the players on the NBA field, all of them are masters whose adrenal glands are bursting to the point of bursting.

How could Jiang Hao just dodge this directly.

Even if Jiang Hao is a rookie, he gave up a lot.

The key point is that the person opposite is definitely not an ordinary person.

That's A. Wulf Tester.

"What are you doing? Wanne!"