Chapter 86 Chaos

Zhou Qiang was ready to fly backwards this time, but Yan Lingfeng did not give him this opportunity. Zhou Qiang, who lost his target, also suddenly lost his balance. With a bang, he threw a dog and ate shit, but he didn't care about shouting pain at all. He immediately turned over and sat up and saw the basket. After the ball entered the basket, his first reaction was to immediately turn his head and look at the referee with anticipation. Although the two of them did not collide in the air, the referee must not see clearly, so Zhou Qiang, who believed that the referee had received the black money, immediately refused to stand up and struggled to stand up after seeing that the referee did not say anything. He rushed to the referee and complained, "Dear referee, he just pushed me. This is a foul!"

The greasy smell in the referee's heart, what does it mean to be cheap and good? His momentary compassionate man was kicked on his nose and stared at Zhou Qiang coldly. The referee's mood was even more unbeautiful. This game not only tested his business ability, but also put high requirements for his psychological quality.

Just now, in Bi Xiangyang's layup, the referee could point to the deer as a horse blindfolded, but Yan Lingfeng, a very beautiful air-turning layup, did not dare to pinch his nose to confuse the whole audience.

When Zhou Qiang wanted to say something more, Xu Zhong pulled him away. He didn't know whether the referee had collected the black money or not, but he knew that if Zhou Qiang continued to say anything, Wang Hanbo's lesson would be in front of him.

Anyway, the referee on the basketball court is the biggest. Even if they suffer great grievances, they will have to swallow it back. Otherwise, there will be no other benefits except to bring greater grievances to themselves.

The score became 79:76. Yan Lingfeng resisted the pressure at the critical moment of life and death. After hitting two points in the layup, he also pulled back the edge of the team's cliff.

The next high-level attack was the same as the previous several times. After Xu Zhong got rid of Yan Lingfeng's follow-up defense through a flexible running position, he came to the three-point line to catch the ball and shot, but the difference was that this time his shot finally lost his head and bounced high on the front of the basket. What's more different is that after Xu Zhong landed, a heartbreaking cry suddenly broke out. When everyone hurried to follow the sound, they saw Xu Zhong lying on the ground with his right ankle, his face as white as silver paper, and bean-sized beads of sweat dripping uncontrollably from his forehead.

Xu Zhong is undoubtedly a strong-willed person. If it is just ordinary pain, I'm afraid he won't blink his eyes. You can imagine the severity of the injury that can make him cry out in pain.

Next to Xu Zhong, Wang Hanbo's face was innocent, and there was some sadness in Yan Lingfeng's eyes. Others may not know the reason for Xu Zhong's injury, but Yan Lingfeng saw it clearly. At the moment Xu Zhong jumped up and shot, Wang Hanbo seemed to inadvertently put his right foot at Xu Zhong's feet.

Xu Zhong, who put his whole body on the basketball and basket, was unprepared. When he landed, he stepped heavily on Wang Hanbo's instep, and then after a crisp sound, he bent down like a ripe shrimp.

Xu Zhong covered his ankle, and tears flashed in his eyes, not only because of the pain in his ankle, but more importantly because he could not continue to stay on the court to fight.

Yan Lingfeng hesitated for a moment, but still squatted down and gently pulled Xu Zhong's right hand. A pair of eyebrows immediately frowned like a hill, and he couldn't help taking a cold breath. It turned out that Xu Zhong's right ankle had swollen high, like a fully fermented steamed bun, and the soles of his feet were also been obviously misplaced. .

Without saying a word, Yan Lingfeng bent down and motioned Xu Zhong to lie on his back. Maybe it was because the heroes cherished each other, and Xu Zhong did not refuse.

Running all the way, Yan Lingfeng ran to a bench with Xu Zhong on his back. "Is there any ice water? Hurry up and apply it to him!"

"I'm your uncle! You are absolutely intentional!" Chai Menghu roared and was stunned for a while. After a short time, he strode to Wang Hanbo and pinched his neck and shouted.

"I'm going to force you! If I don't show you something, I really think of myself as the king!" Before Wang Hanbo could react, Bi Xiangyang, who was standing beside him, quit and rushed over and kicked out while cursing.

If the current situation on the field is like a gunpowder barrel, then Bi Xiangyang's foot seems to have ignited the fuse. Under the noise of the audience, all eight players of the two teams are occupied by the impulsive devil.

For a while, the field was in chaos. The players from both sides gathered around and punched and kicked, staring at each other's blood-red eyes as if they were a life-and-death enemy. They didn't do anything to do anything, and they all greeted the key points of their opponents. The referee had completely lost control of the situation on the court. He stood on one side in a loss, with a whistle in his mouth, but he did not dare to blow it, because he was worried that the whistle would attract their anger while attracting the attention of players on both sides.

Compared with the experienced senior players in fighting, the players of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School look very green in this regard, so after two rounds, they fell to the wind. Wang Hanbo has been knocked to the ground and can't climb up. Bi Xiangyang's face has also turned blue-red, cyan is bruised, and red is stained with blood. Han Dengyun's skin is rough and thick, and his fighting ability is stronger, but that's all. He was suppressed by Zhou Qiang's serial fists and legs, and he had no room to fight back at all. The only exciting thing was Gao Yang. Although the raindrops of his opponent's fists and feet generally fell on him, he unconsciously waved his iron fist and retreated repeatedly.

Seeing that the situation of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School is tight, not only the substitutes on the sidelines, but also many hot-blooded teenagers rushed down in the audience. This is the home court of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School. How can they watch their alumni being bullied?

As soon as Yan Lingfeng put Xu Zhong down, there was a noise behind him. When he hurriedly turned his head to look, his back was hit hard. Without guard, Yan Lingfeng suddenly leaned forward and then rolled on the ground. He knew very well that his kindness had not been picked up by the team members who had lost their minds. Na, in their eyes, there is no difference between himself and the enemies on the field who are fighting with their teammates. After a blow, he naturally can't stop, so he rolls in place regardless of his image, because only in this way can he avoid the storm that comes with the attacker.

It was not someone else who attacked Yan Lingfeng, but his old enemy Wang Jingdong. He stood on the sidelines and couldn't see the beginning and end of Xu Zhong's injury, but he determined that this matter had nothing to do with Yan Lingfeng, otherwise he had no reason to pay tribute to carry Xu Zhong back. Wang Jingdong, who has always regarded Xu Zhong as his eldest brother. Together with new hatred and old grievances, his teammates have already taken action. Of course, he also has to settle this account with Yan Lingfeng.

Yan Lingfeng's dodge speed was beyond his expectation. After a short pause, he rushed up again with his fist the size of an altar. However, at this time, Yan Lingfeng had already turned over and stood up with a ferocious smile. He could not avoid it, so he no longer dodged. He smiled ferociously and did not retreat. He reversed and rushed up against Wang Jingdong's fist.

Wang Jingdong's fighting experience is very rich, but Yan Lingfeng is not bad. You should know that when he was in college in his previous life, several buddies in their dormitory could fight with social gangsters. Therefore, in the face of Wang Jingdong's fierce punch, Yan Lingfeng not only did not panic, but showed a trace of his mouth. Cruel smile.

Since his rebirth, Yan Lingfeng has been living in a calm and cautious attitude, which is actually very different from his original flying personality. He has been suppressing himself. Even if he is repeatedly misjudged in the field, he has not performed too radically. But now, he is not ready to restrain his anger. The clay man still has three earthy natures. He is not a saint or a Buddha who cuts meat and feeds eagles. There is no need to dress up as an ascetic at all times.

The boxing wind is fierce, and Wang Jingdong is secretly happy. He has always been confident in the speed and strength of his fisting. Seeing that Yan Lingfeng's beautiful face is about to bloom, the anger in his heart has reached his throat. He believes that as long as this punch is not biased, he can at least let Yan Lingfeng go to South Korea at his own expense. .

But something happened that shocked Wang Jingdong. Just as his iron fist was about to hit Yan Lingfeng's cheek, Yan Lingfeng suddenly measured his side body and avoided this powerful punch with a twist of his neck.

Wang Jingdong punched and didn't close. At this time, Yan Lingfeng had come to him. The breathing between the two was clearly audible, and even the hair on each other's faces could be seen clearly.

The smile at the corners of Yan Lingfeng's mouth was brighter, but it was also more cruel. At least in Wang Jingdong's eyes, Wang Jingdong was photographed by Yan Lingfeng's smile and was even more deterred by his momentum. He was stunned for a moment, but before he woke up, there was a dark hum in front of him, a dark red freshness. Blood came out of the mouth.

Yan Lingfeng took back the iron elbow, floated and then retreated, without taking away a trace of cloud, let alone Wang Jingdong's blood stain. The elbow bone is the hardest part of the human body. If Yan Lingfeng didn't do anything, he let the brave Wang Jingdong lose his combat effectiveness. Half of his teeth were broken, and a garlic nose collapsed.

Yan Lingfeng abolished Wang Jingdong with one move, and the weight of his action made other high-level players suddenly angry to the extreme. The 11 on the court was as hateful as a devil, but he didn't expect that the 11 under the court was still as hateful as the devil.

Qin Wei and Zhu Chongming looked at each other. They shouted at the same time and rushed forward with one left and one right wing to make dumplings. However, before Yan Lingfeng could take action, Zhu Chongming shouted and squatted down with his head in his arms. It turned out that one fell from the stands. The unopened iron can of coke happened to hit Zhu Chongming's spiritual cover.

Qin Wei did not notice the tragic situation of his companions, but even if he noticed it, there was no way out now. Yan Lingfeng could not be eliminated, and their whole team could not live in peace. At this time, Qin Wei had completely risked. Even if he climbed out of No. 1 Middle School today, he would beat Yan Lingfeng first and could not take care of himself.

With one-to-two, Yan Lingfeng may still be a little pressure, but he is much more relaxed when dealing with Qin Wei alone. Although the clumsy Qin Wei is full of strength, his flexibility is really not dare to be complimented. Yan Lingfeng just moved gently, flashed over Qin Wei's returnless punch, and then stretched out his foot and tripped, just like Cutting down big trees generally puts Qin Wei to the ground.

The players of both sides, and even some of the audience, have been completely crazy at this time, and the scene has become chaotic. What "friendship first, competition second" now looks like a joke. The game is still in second place, but the first place has become "fight!"

The high-level team members also showed their blood at this time. Although they fought more and less, they did not retreat. They would rather blood and never retreat half a step until they all lost their fighting ability, and the students of No. 1 Middle School slowly calmed down and did not continue to kill them all. Except for the team members who all wiped oil on the soles of their feet and fled, they used their toes to know that this matter would never end. In order to avoid being investigated afterwards, it is of course the best opportunity to slip away now.

The audience all fled, but the team members could not escape like them. Besides, even if they wanted to escape, they were afraid they were powerless now. Wang Hanbo lay on the ground like a dead dog. Bi Xiangyang's arms could not be lifted. Gao Yang collapsed to the ground and gasped. Han Dengyun The fat face has completely changed its shape. As for Yan Lingfeng, there is nothing to do, standing on the sidelines, staring at the wailing opponents...

The referee is also at a loss. The popularity of the scene has completely exceeded his responsibilities. According to the rules, all the players of the two teams will be sent off, because he can see clearly that in the chaos just now, these 24 people did not have a fuel-efficient lamp, and all of them participated in it. In the fight.

Complaint! I want to complain!" The white-haired coach Jiao stood on the side of the field and stamped his feet and shouted. His voice was hoarse and sad. He looked at the fallen team members with tears, sad and hateful.

No one paid attention to him, because everyone present saw it clearly. It was his team members who took the lead in provoking the incident, and after Yan Lingfeng expressed enough goodwill, it was also his team members who rewarded him with resentment. Coupled with a high school in the city's education system, no one sympathized with them, but Some leaders are still secretly cheering in their hearts.