Nba: Start Signing Three Consecutive Championships, Rewarding Epic Talents

Chapter 517 Pulling Onions On Dry Land, Easily Blocked Dunks (2 More)

Mutombo's words instantly ignited Zhou Yan's interest.

"Okay, since you want to go so much, let's go and have a look."

Zhou Yan put on sunglasses and a mask, and drove Mutombo to the most famous field in Cleveland in a red flag car.

"Boss, are the cars in your country really so easy to drive?"

"Do you have any discomfort while sitting?" Zhou Yan asked back.

"It's very cool, more comfortable than the Daben boss's car, and it's relatively stable.

Mutombo said.

"Our country is now as strong as the rest of the world in terms of infrastructure and manufacturing. If you don't believe it, look at the clothes and shoes you are wearing now. Are they made in our country?"

Zhou Yan said casually that Mutombo really turned over the labels on his clothes.

"made inchina!"

Mutombo was amazed.

"Don't be so surprised, go back and take a good look at the things in your home, many of them are from our country.

While Zhou Yan was speaking, he could already see that outside the Ferrara Stadium, the inner three floors and the outer three floors were already full of people.

"Should it be here?" Zhou Yan said.

Mutombo didn't seem to be relieved yet, and when he looked up, he suddenly said excitedly.

"Damn, so many people?"

"It seems that this person's influence is not bad.

Zhou Yan was a little more interested in Chavez.

060 He knows one thing very well, basketball is never a game for one person.

No matter how strong you are, you still have limits.

And if you can find those talented people to join the team or join your own camp among all living beings, that is the mother of the long run.

"Boss, let's go, let's go and see! Hope hasn't started yet!"

Mutombo wears a mask, and his height and physique are easily recognizable.

Zhou Yan followed behind Mutombo and soon entered the front row of the field.

I saw that there were more than a dozen people standing on the field.

"Boss, can you guess who Chavez is?"

Mutombo said.

The corner of Zhou Yan's mouth raised slightly, and his eyes immediately fell on the man standing on the center line.

This person is six feet six inches tall, with a wingspan of at least two meters and one meter. He is well-proportioned, with extremely relaxed muscle lines, and the size of his palm is even comparable to Leonard!

"Although their physical talents are all explosive, but the only one that catches my eye is that person."

While Zhou Yan spoke, he pointed at Weiss.

"Boss's eyesight is really good, you can see it at a glance (bffe)."

Mutombo excitedly said.

"The talent visible to the naked eye is easy to see, and I have already seen why his shooting percentage is so low.

Zhou Yan's words made Mutombo dumbfounded.

"You can tell just by looking at the boss?"

"Well, he should have a psychological shadow." Zhou Yan said firmly.

"Shadows in your heart?" Mutombo asked, "Could it be that his woman gave him a green hat?"

Zhou Yan looked puzzled, "What does this shadow in his heart have to do with it?"

"Women are the biggest factor affecting our professional players. The boss has so many girls, so he naturally doesn't understand."

Mutombo looked envious.

Just at this time, there was a wave of sound, one by one dunks began to show their power, and the entire field field was filled with roars like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

"360-degree crotch dunk!"

The essence of human cinema!"

"Glider dunk!"

"Backfold!"

One by one, the buckles began to work hard, but in Zhou Yan's eyes, all of this was not enough.

On the contrary, Mutombo's hands were a little itchy, and he walked into the court unconsciously.

This point is probably a subconscious move of professional players.

"Hey nigga over there, you want to try?"

The one who spoke was the detainer standing beside Chavez.

"Damn it, who are you scolding?"

Mutombo cursed and was about to rush forward.

Seeing this, Zhou Yan immediately grabbed him.

"Hey, there's a ball game tonight." Zhou Yan said lightly, immediately stopping Mutombo's impulsive move.

"What? Nigger, you have such a temper? Let's practice if we have the ability?"

Suddenly, there was a burst of banter all around.

The shouts also grew louder.

"Bi, Bi, I'm afraid of your small body, so I can't help but play!"

Relying on his figure, Mutombo looked down coldly.

"It's not about height to dunk, nigga."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man pointed to his forehead, "Remember, today you, Uncle Ram, are going to let you see what it means to be a genius!"

After Lahm finished speaking, he hugged the basketball, and with extremely fancy movements, he easily knocked the center forward Mutombo to the ground, jumped, and stretched it completely in mid-air, making a Carter hanging frame dunk!

This movement, like flowing clouds and flowing water, has a high degree of completion, even compared with Carter, it has at least 90% of the charm.

What's more, he still simulated the actual combat surmounting dunk, which was slightly more difficult.

Ram hung on the basket for a while before jumping off, looking coldly at Mutombo.

"Well, nigger, I said it ain't no use being tall, rubbish, rubbish!"

Seeing this, Mutombo quickly stepped up, grabbed the basketball, and rushed towards Ram like a bull!

"Yo, nigger, you're still angry, I'd like to see what you can do!"

As soon as Ram finished speaking, there were roaring and tsunami-like voices from all directions.

Dikembe Mutombo's physical talent is also very strong, but athletic talent, coupled with the relationship of age, against Ram, who is only about 6 feet 5 inches tall, "is less than a part of it."

Cheap.

In addition, the movements on the field are also relatively large. Although he made a dunk movement that smashed Huashan, but Ram, who bounced faster, was one step ahead of him, jumping high!

When everyone saw this, they were all dumbfounded.

There was only a bang, and Ram not only pushed back Mutombo who was jumping high, but even grabbed the basketball with his left hand!

"What a perverted talent!"

"Even the seven-foot old black can be easily stopped! I'm afraid Ram has taken stimulants!"

"The speed of bullets is against the sky, so the nigger is naturally no match."

"But, do you think that old nigger is Dikembe Mutombo of the Eagles? The action is very similar!"

While speaking, Ram directly pulled off the mask on Mutombo's face.

"Sure enough, it's you, Mutombo, I really don't know why the Eagles would raise such a waste like you.

Ram sneered.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot, today your Eagles will fight back to back against the Cavaliers, save yourself, especially your head star, what is that Zhou Yan, who can compete with LeBron?"

Ram mocked more and more wantonly.

"Whether it is possible to fight or not is not something that can be achieved by just playing lip service.

Zhou Yan stood up. .