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Fox stared at Farmar in front of him with a solemn expression.

The eyes of the audience also fixed on him.

For a moment, he seemed to be able to hear the conversations of the audience around him.

"Fox, relying on the old to sell the old, even at such an old age, dare to challenge the younger generation, if it were me, I should go back and take care of the children.

"That's right, the age of retiring from streetball is relatively young. They are so old. It's clear that they want to play and lose face."

"If he can win, I'll live broadcast Chixiang!"

Every sentence of cold jokes was like a pair of sharp knives, constantly cutting in Fox's heart.

At the moment when he lost his mind, he saw that Farmer's ball passed through Fox's crotch. Before he could react, Farmer made a perfect turn and passed directly through him. The moment his body catches the ball, he jumps high!

"What an exaggerated bounce!"

"That extraordinary talent is called dry ~ neat!"

"I have to say that the gap between the two is too obvious. There is a saying that boxing is afraid of the young, and basketball-so!"

As soon as the words fell, Farmer directly ended the round of challenges between the two with a beautiful split button.

"Two to zero!"

"I've said it all, don't try to challenge newcomers when you are old, isn't this a proper way to die?"

"That's right, Fox, really don't know what age I am?"

The teammates on Farmar's side, as well as friends and fans, kept laughing.

Immediately, Farmar threw the ball into Fox's hands again.

"Two to zero, there is no suspense. I think you are no longer suitable to stand on this stage. Your existence is an insult to streetball."

Speaking of this, Farmar turned his attention to Zhou Yan.

"Zhou Yan, I want to challenge you."

Farmar's voice, off.

"Wait, we still have three balls to hit."

Fox looked at Farmar firmly.

"Didn't you realize that you can't even keep up with my footsteps, and you still want to play five balls with me? You really don't need to weigh your own level? There is no shame in it!"

Farmar pushed Fox away, seemingly not paying attention to him.

"Yes, you tell me the rest of the ball!"

Fox was already enraged.

"Okay, okay, since you insist on fighting, let me see how strong you are, and how badly you will lose."

After Farmar finished speaking, he did not even bend his waist to defend.

"Too contemptuous!"

"Famar thinks he can stop Fox without using his hands?"

"This is just too messy!"

"Even if he's a little tall, he won't be able to guard against it!"

As soon as everyone finished talking, Farmar found the right opportunity. At the moment of Fox's long shot, he jumped high and caught the opponent's basketball from mid-air!

"That's it? Fox, go back and take your children as soon as possible, this place is not suitable for you!"

As soon as Farmar finished speaking, he dribbled the ball and made a three-pointer.

Fox stepped forward to give strength, but Farmar moved like a loach, knocking Fox to the ground in just a split second.

Fox covered his knees. It was obvious that Farmar's big change of direction just now caused serious problems with his ankles!

"If the ankle is useless, this fight is meaningless.

While speaking, Farmar jumped high and scored a two-pointer, which finally ended the game.

"Three to zero! It seems that the old guy really has no way out in this industry.

"Even a guy as powerful as Fox is no match for Farmar. It is conceivable that this business really has a great age requirement."

Everyone's banter sounded like knives, cutting his body piece by piece.

Fox looked at Farmar in disbelief, even if he was old, he wouldn't be unable to defend a single ball.

"Three to zero, why don't you get out of here?"

Farmer looked down coldly.

Seeing this, Fox couldn't say anything. After all, on the basketball court, winners and losers, he really lost the game, so he should bear any punishment.

"I lost."

Fox lowered his head and came to Zhou Yan's side.

"You've done a good job."

Zhou Yan comforted.

"It's not good. My defense can't keep up with his footsteps. I used to think that even when I was old, I could continue to shine in this industry through my talent. But I was wrong. I can carry My ship has disappeared, and now it is your world."

Fox's mood fluctuated greatly, and even tears hung on his face.

"Hey, hey, Zhou Yan, are you scared too?"

...asking for flowers...

Farmar looked at Zhou Yan coldly.

It seems that together with Zhou Yan himself, he is already defeated.

"I accept your challenge."

Zhou Yan spoke directly in front of everyone.

"You are really brave. I hope you are as brave as you are, otherwise, even if you are given a good position and opportunity, you will not be able to defeat me."

Farmar looked at Zhou Yan coldly.

It seems that Lian Zhou Yan has become his defeat.

"then."

Farmar tosses the basketball to Zhou Yan.

But he was put on the ground before he was warmed up.

"I'm an NBA player, and I can't bully you, an amateur, so I decided that you should go first on the tenth attack.

Zhou Yan said lightly.

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"Yo? Did you see it? He wants to give me a ball!"

Farmar was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed extremely wantonly.

"Zhou Yan, do you think this is the NBA? What you see here is not a single-minded game. Your strength may not be displayed here!"

"That's right, Zhou Yan, do you really think you can beat Farmar in streetball?"

"It's just a fool's dream."

While everyone was talking, Zhou Yan was already standing in a defensive position.

"Yo, you really want to fight me, right? OK, just don't regret it."

After Farmar said that, he directly took the ball and started attacking.

Strange to say, Zhou Yan didn't have the slightest urge to steal the ball.

Instead, he directly carried his hands behind his back.

"What kind of defense is this?"

"When Farmar defended Fox just now, he only used one hand. Now Zhou Yan is even more exaggerated."

"How do you swim with both hands behind your back?"

"I'm afraid only Zhou Yan knows about this, why don't you go and ask?"

While everyone was talking, I saw Farmar crossing left and right, and the basketball was like a monster, making a huge slapping sound.

His dribbling, without any rules at all, is unpredictable!

"What I have to admit is that Farmar seems to be facing Zhou Yan's judgment, and also has his own judgment. In the end, the two of them can only rely on the most primitive instinct to win."

"Look and see, a ball!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Yan, like a ghost, directly grabbed the position where Farmar was about to appear, blocking his attack three!.