You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

"I haven't seen you in a long time, Chris, I heard you changed your boyfriend again, is that true?"

Barkley's words changed the color of Christine Lightner. There have been rumors that Lightner was gay, but it has not been confirmed.

"Chuck, focus on the game!"

Lettner said coldly. Suddenly, the mountain-like burly Mutombo raised upwards, stuck Buckley from behind, Leitner turned and slid into the basket, and Brelock, who passed the top of the arc, passed the defense line with a straight pass.

Leitner scored under the basket.

2 to 2

"This is the offense we need," Brooke said, "reasonable and selfless."

Petit opened his eyes and looked closely. He was indeed not a professional guest, and he did not know when to speak. He might even consider himself a fan.

Now the game, and the game of his time, is almost two kinds of sports.

It is difficult for current fans to imagine a 206 cm tall **** forward who could become a member of the best team for ten consecutive years with diligence, and even played a horrible career average of 26.1 points per game.

"Their defense is full of flaws!" Eagle King said suddenly, "It should concentrate their firepower to attack their penalty area."

The combination of Thorpe and Barkley can open the space on the offensive end. Both of them have the ability to shoot, but not on the defensive end.

On the whole, Ratliff is the better choice, but Collins is more willing to believe in the so-called veteran experience.

If you really value experience, the Pistons should start with Kenny Smith, Dumas, Michael Curry, Mahon, Thorpe.

Of these five people, four have championship experience, how good are they?

It's just a bit old.

"Give me!" Barkley shouted.

Mo Mengchen stood still, and since the last conversation, Barkley has rarely played so hard, watching Leitner behind him and handing the ball over.

Leitner was also Barkley's younger brother in the first team of the dream. If the opponent is him, it should be no problem.

Although they have been in the first team of dreams, Lightner and Barkley's friendship is not good, through the latter greeting in person to know.

At this moment, in the cheers of the audience, Leitner was pushing the Buckley with all his strength.

Barkley was afraid of Mutombo's assist defense, but the assist defense never came up, and he was about to turn his back against the law. He could only shoot.

"boom!"

"Sir Charles, didn't you eat?"

The little brother who used to be sad in front of the flying pigs now dare to challenge. Barkley was angry and had to try his best to fight back.

The Pistons retreated quickly, and the Eagles couldn't fight fast, and they didn't want to fight the Pistons fast.

The opponent is an anti-age running and bombing team.

Mutombo shouted and pressed Thorpe strongly.

"Yes, that's it. He has no defense in the penalty area." Petit's game thinking may not be able to keep up with the trend, but his point is clear.

Brelock didn't confront Mo Mengchen and passed the ball.

Mutombo vs Thorpe.

Mo Mengchen looked back. Although the African mountains were rough in technology, they could not do anything. One hand zombie hooked the famous rivers and lakes, there is no problem playing Thorpe.

"Uh!"

Mutombo scored again, and with a roar, the ink-like black elbows came out, showing how hard Thorpe defended him just now.

"Detroit's inside line was scored with two goals. Is this Atlanta's strategy?"

"A good strategy, starting from the inside, is very retro."

Barkley looked warlike.

"Chuck, remember what I said to you?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Barkley served: "I know, I will not be bothered."

"well."

Mo Mengchen passed the half, and the biggest problem at the moment was not who was used for the inside, because no matter who they came up for, they could not compete with the Eagles in height.

Even assist defenders like Ratliff and Ben Wallace can't resist Mutombo's backplay.

They lack a full-sized inside tycoon.

Lauderdale?

Mo Mengchen glanced at the Chicago giant. He was empty and of little use.

"Come on, Mo, I really underestimated you. Your strength has improved significantly." Brelock chuckled lightly.

Harmony?

Sorry, not interested.

"Mo!"

Hill stepped forward.

Mo Mengchen’s opponent was replaced by a stronger Tyrone Corbin. He didn’t intend to beat his opponent, because his opponent was replaced by this one, which also showed that Hill’s opponent was replaced by Brelock.

Devil Mountain catches the ball, against Brebrok, even if the opponent is a famous defensive tycoon, he is not afraid.

At this moment only the game is important.

Hill throws everything away, a burst of power under his feet, what is the injury? None of this can stop him from moving forward.

No matter how powerful Brock's defense is, at this moment, he can only let Devil Mountain invade the restricted area.

Mutombo and Leitner turned into unreliable mountains at the moment, and at the same time lifted off to stop Hill.

Devil Mountain roared loudly, he wanted to set the tone for the team.

"BOOM~!"

With a loud bang, Hill dunked in front of more than 30,000 spectators in the African mountains of 216 cm and Leitner 211 cm.

"Good job!"

Collins yelled.

Hill landed and glanced at Leitner: "Chris, I'm sorry I will win you today."

Lettner said nothing.

"This guy is a little arrogant."

Mutombo, from Africa, likes to show his elbows when he sees something wrong.

Irregularities on the court include teammates being bullied and opponents dunking on his head. Once this happens, he will definitely warn him.

Brelock was supposed to be the team's breakthrough, but Mo Mengchen's evolution surpassed his imagination.

Just looking at his figure, Brelock could not imagine that he could have such a strong power.

Even the traverse speed...

"hateful!"

Brelock wanted to retreat, but Mo Mengchen approached.

Confrontation, harassment, and extremely hateful predictions.

"My goodness!"

Compared to Brelock, Mo Menchen's teammates were more shocked.

"That man is really a dad?"

"He can't move Mitch Brelock's **** outside the three-point line!"

The tough defense ignited the team's fighting spirit.

If even Mo Mengchen could defend this way, why would they not work hard?

Up to this time, the team still believed that Mo Mengchen's defense was not influential.

Mutombo sees something wrong and wants to get stuck, so he turns around and gives Thorpe an elbow.

The anger was getting bigger and bigger, Thorpe caught up angrily and gave Mutombo a response from behind.

"Beep!"

Whistle.

Old Thorpe stared angrily at the referee: "Sir, isn't this a reasonable confrontation?"

"Elbow strikes are never considered confrontation." the referee said coldly.

Thorpe smirked and Buckley pulled him away.

"Don't be angry with him, we beat us."

The ghost knew what Buckley had experienced, and turned into the one who persuaded him.

"Call... call..."

Brelock gasped for breath, not knowing what to do. He wanted to tear Mo Mengchen's defense more than anyone, but he didn't dare to elbow like his teammates.

"Muchi, I didn't expect such a critical stage, but you played better than ever."

Mo Mengchen provoked.

"If you don't take action against me, I will definitely protect you from death." Mo Mengchen whispered.

Brelock was extremely annoyed. Before playing with the Pistons, although he was not an absolute advantage against Mo Mengchen, he never fell into a disadvantage.

Tonight this start made him very depressed, the fans are puzzled.

Mo Mengchen's defense was so bad that even fans were relishing it. Before the game started, many people thought that Brelock could beat Mo Mengchen.

The result is completely different from what they imagined.

Not only did Mo Mengchen hold his ground, but like the defensive elite like Jordan Pippen, it brought extraordinary defensive pressure to Brebrock.

Without a little preparation and no worries before the game, the terrible defensive intensity appeared.

This is the result of Mo Mengchen suppressing all season.

He can do better on the defensive end, but he doesn't.

Brelock was completely ashamed.

"Gosh~~~!"

"Offense violation!"

"What did we see? Dor. Mo locked Mucci Brelock!"

Hill and Houston opened their mouths.

"You can't say that your three-pointer is better than his defense right now?"

The CIC King said in Devil Mountain's ear.

Devil Mountain's face is like constipation: "What the **** is this guy? How suddenly..."

Actually, it wasn’t all of a sudden, Hill always felt that Mo Mengchen’s defense could be better, because he showed no defensiveness in the team against the game, but in the official game, he was like a stake, who Who will come, only at some specific moments, he will show amazing defense.

Until now, Hill was certain.

"This guy keeps tucking away." Hill murmured.

Attacking together, the two pick and roll.

But in an instant of time, Hilneche and Mo Mengchen dribble the ball in a straight line, watching his course throw the ball into the sky.

Devil Mountain jumped on one foot, forgetting to take the ball, such an impulse is unimaginable.

Mutombo is outside the penalty area, and the person who came to stop him was Duke's alum Leitner.

The two had fought side by side and now both have achieved results in the NBA.

But at the moment, the alumni sentiment is like plastic, which is not enough.

Hill shouted and slammed Leitner ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and scored the most exciting goal in the playoffs so far.

"Beep!"

"Africans leave the restricted area, which is equivalent to tiger falling in Pingchuan, Grant Hill's amazing buckle!"

Hill's hand grabbed the basket and looked down on Leitner, who fell to the ground, with no emotion in his eyes.

When he landed, Barkley pushed him hard against Thorpe from behind, waking him up from the "who else?"

"Come on, there are free throws." Buckley said.

Hill responded and walked slowly.

As for sending a good shot to Hill, Mo Mengchen stood outside like a shadow, waiting for his free throw.

The Georgia Dome entered into silence.

This opponent is very strong.

This is the feeling in all of them.