"Who is this girl?"

"I don't know, I seem to be very close to Fire Qilin!"

The girls were talking a lot, and it all reached the ears of Nangong Mu and Ye Wushuang. Nangong Mu looked at the beauties, "This is the girl I'm chasing, so in order not to make her angry, I can't sign autographs and take photos for you. I'm sorry."

!" Nangong Mu said to the girls with his hands clasped together.

When the girls heard that the girl was the girl Huo Qilin was chasing, they all dispersed in recognition.

"I'm not angry!" Ye Wushuang whispered.

"Then shall I sign autographs for them again?" Nangong Mu asked.

"How dare you!" Ye Wushuang said coldly.

Nangong Mu smiled, hugged Ye Wushuang's shoulders, and looked at the competition field.

Nangong Lin walked back to He Mingtao, "The girls here are so enthusiastic!" Nangong Lin said with a smile.

"I hope you are happy!" He Mingtao said.

"I'm very happy, then... do you want to compete with me?" Nangong Lin asked.

"Yes, I have long wanted to compete with your Black Snow team. I have such a good opportunity today, how could I miss it?" He Mingtao said happily.

"Thank you for your respect, let's get started!" Nangong Lin said softly.

"Okay, I'm at the Wuqu level, you should be at the Pojun level!" He Mingtao asked.

"Not bad!" Nangong Lin nodded.

"In that case, you are jumping to a higher level challenge, is that okay?" He Mingtao continued to ask.

"No problem, I wonder what the rules are here?" Nangong Lin asked.

"Nothing special. The winner kicks off. Five goals determine the outcome. How many points should we score?" He Mingtao took out the Hell Ball Soul Token and asked.

"It's just a discussion, there's no need to play so big, just five points!" Nangong Lin also took out the Hell Ball Soul Token and asked.

"Okay!" He Mingtao and Nangong Lin each scored points, and then they walked into the stadium.

"The visitor is a guest, you invite me!" He Mingtao threw the basketball to Nangong Lin politely.

Nangong Lin took the basketball, thanked him, and clapped it a few times. The basketball felt very good.

"What's the origin of this He Mingtao?" Nangong Mu asked, lying next to Ye Wushuang's ear. While asking questions, he was coaxing Ye Wushuang, for fear that this little ancestor would be really angry and ignore him.

That would be troublesome for you.

"Looking at his Kakashi outfit, can't you guess it? His nickname is a copying machine. He can completely copy the opponent's movements in the shortest time. Even the opponent's throwing posture can be 100% copied.

Restored above 90, so no matter how many goals the opponent scores, he can slowly catch up, and then at the last moment, use his own kill move to win the last goal and end the game. This is her usual approach.

"Ye Wushuang looked at He Mingtao on the court, recalling the games she had watched and other people's rumors.

"Oh! Is he so powerful? What a pity, he met my brother, he will probably appear fifty this time!" Nangong Mu said with a smile, this unlucky child.

Ye Wushuang smiled and said nothing.

Nangong Lin raised his head and looked at He Mingtao, "Then I'd rather be respectful than obey." After saying this, Nangong Lin picked up the basketball and patted it on the spot.

He Mingtao also stood at the place he thought was best for defense, lowered his body and took a defensive posture.

Nangong Lin didn't have any intention of giving in. He looked at He Mingtao's position, smiled slightly, suddenly exerted force on his legs, and rushed over with a meteor step. The speed was so fast that everyone present had no time to react.

He Mingtao only felt a figure flash in front of him. Nangong Lin had broken through his defense, ran to the basket, took off, and dunked. In one go, when He Mingtao turned around to look back, Nangong Lin had finished shooting the ball and fell from the air. In the blink of an eye, Nangong Lin

Win a goal.

Nangong Lin fell to the ground, picked up the basketball, nodded to He Mingtao, and walked back to the playing field. Only then did the audience outside the court react. They all burst into warm applause and the girls screamed.

Nangong Lin nodded to the outside and looked at He Mingtao, "Shall we continue?" Nangong Lin asked with a surprised look on his face.

"Okay!" He Mingtao said easily.

Nangong Lin walked back to the serving point, picked up the basketball, glanced at the defending He Mingtao, his legs suddenly exploded, and he rushed to the basket with a meteor step. He Mingtao kept staring at Nangong Lin, seeing Nangong Lin use such a fast shot again

Street skills: run to the left to defend based on feeling.

But before He Mingtao reached the place he expected, Nangong Lin had already rushed past that place and ran towards Lan Xia. He Mingtao turned to look at Nangong Lin. Nangong Lin once again reached the basket, took off, dunked, scored and just like that

Just like a goal, there was another round of applause from outside the court.

He Mingtao smiled and shook his head. This speed

, there is really no one else. My eyes can barely keep up, but my body is far unable to catch up with Nangong Lin’s speed.

"Isn't it? Is he really a martial arts hell player? This makes my brother play like a child. This He Mingtao is incomparable to Dracula! He may copy other people's street skills, but he wants to

Copy my brother's? Dream on!" Nangong Mu said close to Ye Wushuang's ear.

Ye Wushuang moved his neck to keep his ears away from Nangong Mu, letting the hot air blowing from Nangong Mu's mouth tickle his ears. "You, you underestimate the martial arts level players."

"I would like to admire them, but look at these two goals, they are nothing to watch. You are the better looking!" Nangong Mu hugged Ye Wushuang's arm tightly and said softly.

"You know how to talk nonsense!" Ye Wushuang squinted at Nangong Mu, tilted his head, and rested his head on Nangong Mu's shoulder.

"Shall we continue?" Nangong Lin looked at He Mingtao and asked.

"Okay!" He Mingtao said with a smile still on his face.

Nangong Lin was lucky to hit the ball, but there was a murmur in his heart. After all, this He Mingtao is also a martial arts-level hell player, and he is still a street guy. How can he get such a weak one? It can't be possible? Could it be that he shot too fast and he couldn't guard it?

live?

He Mingtao looked at Nangong Lin and felt a little nervous. He had long heard that the newly born Black Snow Team was well-deserved. The older brother, Bingfenglang, and the younger brother, Fire Qilin. Each of the two brothers had god-level street skills. When they met today, the rumors were true.

, just this one move, the Meteor Step, probably not many people in the whole Black Province can beat it. It seems that I can't hide it anymore, it's time to show off my street skills.

Nangong Lin couldn't see through the depth of He Mingtao, so he simply ignored it and just played his own ball. Nangong Lin used the meteor step again and rushed to the basket again.

He Mingtao smiled inwardly when he saw Nangong Lin repeating his old tricks. He Mingtao ran towards Nangong Lin and reached out to unzip his clothes.

Nangong Mu, who was sitting in the stands below, leaned close to Ye Wushuang's little ear and said, "Look, He Mingtao knows that he can't beat my brother in the normal way. Now he starts to take off his clothes and plans to seduce him, but he doesn't know that my brother is not good."

What a man! Maybe another girl can succeed."

Ye Wushuang rolled his eyes at Nangong Mu, "You know how to talk nonsense, watch carefully!"
Chapter completed!