i play basketball with kung fu

Chapter 3 The Charm of Basketball

"Is basketball fun? Do you practice martial arts?"

With a mutter, Ling Bo stopped thinking about these messy things, he wanted to see if his skills were still there.

Sitting cross-legged, running the once-famous "Nine Suns Divine Art", the faint internal force in the dantian was communicated, and slowly running for a circle, Ling Bo exhaled a foul breath.

The peak internal strength is gone, but fortunately, he can practice again.

"Since this kid is so obsessed with so-called basketball, I don't know what will happen if I use my skills in basketball?"

The sudden idea gave Ling Bo the desire to try.

He saw that bulging, round thing in the corner, walked over to pick it up, and weighed it in his hands. Is this a basketball?

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom"

Ling Bo slapped the basketball on the floor of the rental house, once, twice, three times.
“very interesting”

Ling Bo slapped the basketball. In the small room, he could only walk two steps before stopping. Ling Bo slapped harder and harder.

"Snapped"

The basketball shattered the mirror hanging on the wall because he dropped his hand.

"No way, breaking the mirror in the middle of the night is a veil of great evil."

The summer night was still quite hot, and Ling Bo didn't close the window, when the voice of cursing from downstairs sounded:
"You don't sleep in the middle of the night, you rebel, you can't move your things tomorrow, you damn yellow people."

He chattered a lot, all of which Ling Bo couldn't understand.

Ling Bo shuddered, it really was a bad omen.
Picking up the fragments of the mirror softly, throwing them into the trash can, muttering Suisui is safe, Suisui is safe.

Lingbo didn't sleep in the second half of the night, and he couldn't sleep at all in this strange place. The only thing that could make him calm down was to practice the "Nine Suns Divine Art" that he remembered more than 700 years ago.

One night, the internal energy in the dantian was a little more abundant. No one here competed with him for the aura of heaven and earth. As long as he calmed down, he could practice, and with the improvement of internal energy, other kung fu could be used, such as the Xiaoyao sect. Lightness of body technique, Lingboweibu, the golden bell jar of Shaolin Temple, etc.

The next morning, Ling Bo got up, opened the window, and there was a brand new world outside. After a night of digestion, he decided to open his heart to accept this brand new world.

Holding a basketball in his arms, he came to the basketball court in a nearby park. He wanted to try the so-called basketball.

According to the memory of the original owner, Ling Bo, the rules of basketball are very clear. Ling Bo grabbed the basketball, stood outside the three-point line, shot, and shot.

The basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air, Ling Bo stared at the basketball intently, and even tilted his body along with the basketball.

"Swish"

The basketball went straight into the net, the sound was very dynamic and pleasant.

"That's it."

Ling Bo showed a smile on his face, it seemed that it wasn't that difficult, didn't he just score, and it was a three-pointer.

With such a simple matter, why did that silly Ling Bo get so tangled up like that, why couldn't he even make a shot.

He ran over to pick up the basketball, Ling Bo patted the basketball twice, his movements were very embarrassing, after two dribbles, the ball actually ran away by itself.

"It's still easy to shoot."

Ling Bo came beyond the three-point line, put his feet together, bent his knees, raised his hips, took a deep breath, raised his hand, and shot. The basketball drew a beautiful curve in the air.
Ling Bo stared dumbfounded at the basketball rolling to the side, this is embarrassing, three non-stick.

"I can't believe it"

With the same movement, the same posture, and the same position, Ling Bo shot again, with a little more force.

"boom"

The basketball hit the backboard and bounced back.

Ling Bo, who didn't believe in evil, then started his solo solo, and played a piece of "Symphony of Blacksmithing Iron" with his strength.

More than [-] shots were rejected by the basket every time. The sound of "bang", "bang" and "bang" made Ling Bo feel restless.

Ling Bo lay directly on the ground, with the basketball standing alone beside him. He turned his head and glanced at the basketball. The basketball seemed to be mocking him. How could you be better than that person?
"Hmph, this young man really doesn't believe in evil. He has been in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years. I haven't seen any big winds and waves. I still can't handle you as an inflatable one."

When Ling Bo slapped the floor, his unwillingness to admit defeat was aroused. If you look carefully at the ground, you will find that there is a palm print where he just slapped.

Holding the basketball in his right hand, the not-so-abundant internal force in his body gathers in the palm of his hand. When the wrist rotates, the basketball also keeps spinning in circles.

After slapping the basketball, Ling Bo finally got rid of the curse, and the basketball hit the net again.

"Come again."

CIC has it.

Again, there is a 45-degree angle on the left.

arc top strike
One more from the free throw line.

This is Ling Bo's control over internal power. As a well-known knight in the world, besides mastering various top-notch martial arts, he also has perfect control over internal force.

Ling Bo stayed on the court for a whole morning, and the internal energy in his dantian had been exhausted. In the morning of shooting, the iron symphony at the beginning gradually turned into a rhythmic hip-hop rap.

He likes the sound of a basketball hitting the net very much, that swish, swish, rhythmic sound, which makes people feel happy.

Since it was the weekend, Ling Bo didn't have to go to class. He returned to the rented house in the afternoon, washed off his filth, and took a nice nap. At the same time, the "Nine Suns Divine Art" was running to restore the internal force in his dantian.

When he woke up, it was already past two in the afternoon. Ling Bo turned on the TV and watched the video of the previous game. It was a regular season game between the Houston Rockets and the Los Angeles Lakers in the just-concluded 2002-2003 season.

In this game, Lingbo's compatriot, the giant of the East, Yao Ming appeared on the stage. In the previous game, Yao Ming appeared on the stage. , he just kissed Kenny Smith's ass.

The defending champion Lakers are strong, and the ok combination is invincible. O'Neal, who is known as the number one center, and Kobe, who got up to watch Los Angeles at 04:30 in the morning, how many people have failed with this combination. The champion of the 96 golden generation Allen Iverson lost Well, the No. 97 pick in [-], Duncan, who made countless teams fail, also lost.

In this game, Yao Ming rose up and slapped Barkley hard in the face, making Barkley kiss a donkey to make love.

Ling Bo watched the red figure running, jumping, blocking shots, rebounding, shooting and scoring on the court. He slowly felt the charm of basketball.

In the shooting training in the morning, Ling Bo experienced the fun of basketball. The joy of scoring goals is beyond words. When you are upset, basketball can also be used as a way to vent. Maybe more people regard basketball as their partner and as their own growth. An important part of the road.

No matter what, playing with teammates and brothers, Ling Bo was deeply infected by the spirit of hard work. Winning is certainly something to be happy about. Even after losing, everyone comforts and encourages each other. Ling Bo also wanted to do that.

(End of this chapter)