Nba: I Really Didn't Come To Fight!

Chapter Eight Hundred And Thirtieth Open The Broken Thoughts Mode

Seeing that Auden was in a daze on the spot thoughtfully, Roy quickly reminded him: "Greg is our turn to attack, what are you still doing?"

Only then did Oden react, and quickly used his huge body to squeeze to the basket.

But his psychology has been completely disturbed by Lin Zhan, and he is a little absent-minded.

He barely participated in the Blazers' offense.

Huang Mambaroy played singles with the ball, and Danny Green defended him.

The reason why Roy "197" is called the Yellow Mamba is because many of his movements are similar to Kobe.

This time he used Kobe's trick, a picturesque jumper.

"Shua!"

Brandon Roy made a solid mid-range shot.

The shouts of MVP sounded again.

Lin Zhan glanced at his mouth and said to Beverly on the side: "Their fans are too excited, if anyone makes a shot, they will call MVP, have they never seen how a real MVP plays? "

Beverly immediately responded after hearing this: "That's right, boss, let them see what a real MVP looks like."

Lin Zhan nodded towards him, "No problem, I will give them a good lesson next."

After speaking, Lin Zhan rushed to the frontcourt immediately.

Beverly immediately gave the basketball to Lin Zhan. At this time, Lin Zhan was facing Nicolas Batum, known as French Pippen.

Batum has a pair of long arms, and his defensive ability is very glandular.

He is also the league's top perimeter defender.

He kept waving his long arm, not giving Lin Zhan an easy chance to make a move.

Lin Zhan was also not polite at all, and directly resorted to a trick to force the king of the king.

"Nicholas, would you believe I could throw this ball over your head?"

Batum doesn't think so, the French are still very gentlemanly, and they don't talk trash easily.

Seeing that Batum didn't respond, Lin Zhan immediately responded: "Since you don't say anything, then I'll just bukkake you."

After speaking, Lin Zhan flicked his wrist and threw the ball directly!

"Shua!"

A three-point cloud piercing arrow, that is the flames of hell!

The fans of the Trail Blazers misfired for a moment. They didn't know what to say in response to Lin Zhan's three-pointer.

Such a shot was so crisp, they had never seen it before.

Barkley in the commentary also shook his head again and again, "Lin Zhan is really scary now, his offense is really impeccable, he has no weakness at all, he has to shoot, he has to shoot, he has to break through, he has to have inside, even if he is I don’t even know how to defend him with an old ball like me, and for a young player like Nicolas Batum, there’s absolutely nothing he can do about him....”

Batum is already considered the top perimeter defender, but he still feels astonished facing Lin Zhan, he doesn't even know how Lin Zhan made the shot.

After Lin Zhan scored the goal, he continued to play aggressively with Batum with a calm face, "Nicholas, your defense is really good, but your defense is only effective against ordinary players. It's idiotic to want to defend me!"

"If you want to guard me, you have to practice for another 20 years, but in another 20 years you will be in your 40s, and you should retire, so you don't want to guard me in your life."

Nicholas Batum frowned, thinking to himself that you are really good at hitting 5.4, but your mouth is too broken.

Lin Zhan has completely entered the broken thoughts mode.

He knew that this was an important way to attack opponents, and his non-stop verbal attacks made Batum confused.

Batum kept complaining to the referee, "Referee, he keeps talking non-stop, don't you care?"

The referee said innocently: "I can't control this, there is no rule, players are not allowed to speak!"

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