Chapter 210 and the postman heads-up

  At noon on the 26th, the Jazz arrived in Phoenix.

   The last time the two teams played against each other was in the regular season last season. There were not many grievances before, but that was before, and now the grievances are quite big.

Last season, Pharaoh knocked out the postman with one elbow and knocked him out of a concussion. After that, the two never met again. This time they met, what would happen on and off the court, from the media to the fans, everyone Interested to know.

   So this game received a lot of attention, and it was broadcast live across the United States. At the same time, CCTV also chose to broadcast the game live.

   Countless media rushed to Phoenix for the Jazz's press conference at the hotel.

  The postman sat on it with a cold face, with a striking scar seven or eight centimeters long on his forehead, which made him look fierce.

   "Xiaosu, that was torn open by Tie Jun with one elbow, do you see it?" Zhang Lili, who was in the pile of reporters, introduced to Su Qun.

   "This guy is so fierce!"

   Just as the postman's gaze swept across, his eyes could not help shrinking, and Su Qun whispered.

   At this time, the question-and-answer session began, and Zhang Lili hurriedly raised his hand.

   But the host did not turn over his cards and gave the first question to the ABC TV reporter.

   The reporter asked, "Postman, you and K have never met after last season. What will you have with him this time... um, just communicate?"

  The postman Ma Long snorted coldly in his heart. After more than half a year, his hatred for the Chinese guy did not diminish at all, but instead became deeper and richer. With that **** rookie winning the championship, his hatred was deep in his bones.

   "I will communicate with him well and make him unforgettable forever."

   He opened his mouth, and his voice was like gold and iron, full of coldness and ruthlessness, as well as gloom and cruelty.

"Too bad, there will be trouble in tomorrow's game. This guy's elbow is particularly powerful. He is known as Dr. Iron Elbow. Last time, Tie Jun made the first move and made him suffer a big loss. I don't know what he will do this time." Zhang Lili said in a low voice.

   "Then what should we do?" Su Qun asked anxiously.

   "Cold, let's see how Tie Jun handles it, we can only remind you." Zhang Li said.

   For the next question, he raised his hand again, and this time, luckily, the host pointed at him.

   took the Mai handed over by the staff, and he asked happily, "Hello, postman..."

   "Chinese?" The postman interrupted Zhang Lei and asked.

   "Uh, yes." Zhang Li said.

   "Tell me that **** boy K, his good days are coming to an end, and I will never let him go."

  The postman stared fiercely at Zhang Lili, and his words were extremely cold.

   Zhang Lili was not frightened, and replied, "Postman, are you threatening?"

   "You can understand whatever you want, that's your business." The postman said coldly.

   At this time, Wang Tiejun was in the restaurant of the training base at the headquarters, watching TV programs while eating lunch.

   "Old K, be careful, he won't let you go." Kevin Johnson reminded.

"Uh-huh!"

  He nodded as he ate, but he was thinking about the cost. Should he be stronger this time?

   There is only one who is a thief every day, and there is no one who guards against thieves every day.

   Now that the postman has made it clear that he wants to deal with him, he will be passive if he does not attack first.

   At this time, the Jazz conference is over.

Black and White Shuangsha I was a good friend and lived in a room. At this time, Stockton said: "Carl, that kid is very bad, and his hands are very black. You must start early, and don't be robbed by him like last time. First."

  The postman Ma Long was startled, suddenly felt a pain in his forehead, he couldn't help touching the huge scar that spanned the two eyebrows, the hatred in his heart suddenly surged like a huge tide, and he couldn't help but nodded heavily.

   This time, he has to take a heavy hand and deal with that damned Chinaman once and for all. Only then can he calm the anger in his heart and let him let out the evil anger in his heart.

  November 27th, match day.

  The game time is 8:30. At 6:30 in the evening, the Suns bus pulled into the underground parking lot of the American West Arena.

  The parking lot No. 1 of the general arena is closed for the use of the people who use the arena and some VIPs. Tonight, it belongs to the Suns and Jazz, and some VIPs.

  The Suns came up from the underground parking lot, and a group of more than 30 people walked along the somewhat dim corridor to the home team's locker room. The sound of rumbling footsteps echoed in the narrow corridor, as if the army was pulling out.

   "Old K, how are you going to deal with the postman's provocation?" asked Hammers Larry, a reporter with the team.

   "I am a civilized person, I will persuade him not to be rough, I am sure that is not a good idea." Wang Tiejun said.

   "What are you going to use to persuade him?" Larry demanded.

   He clenched his big fists and smiled: "What else can I use, naturally I use the way he is best at."

   "Pfft! Haha..."

   Someone in the team couldn't help laughing, and then more people laughed.

   Zhang Lili and Su Qun were also in the crowd. When they heard this, the old Zhang, who knew Wang Tiejun, smiled knowingly, while the latter asked blankly, "Guide Zhang, what is the postman best at?"

   Lao Zhang walked over and whispered, "Violence, what else can there be?"

   "Violence? Hey, hiss!"

  Suqun almost bit off his tongue, and tears came out of the pain.

Walking in the middle of the management team at the back, Colangelo's heart skipped a beat. He remembered what the postman said to the media yesterday. He wanted to give old K an unforgettable memory, and old K was definitely not a good-natured person. Tonight, maybe something big will happen.

   He needs to strengthen the security force to prevent the two sides from clashing off the field.

   But when it comes to the court, he can't control it, and that's what worries him the most.

  The postman is too dark, and many malicious fouls are not concerned about the safety of others at all. He is a little worried that the postman will make a heavy hand on the old K. For this reason, he has just repeatedly told the old K to be careful.

   Came to the locker room. The players did their own things. Colangelo left after a few minutes. He was going to arrange for a security force and another security guard to come over.

  Wang Tiejun looked at the door from time to time, looked at Kevin Johnson and the others, and then looked at the door again, as if he was waiting for something.

   After waiting for two or three minutes, he couldn't sit still. He got up and walked to the door, opened his head, and went out to observe. The media was no longer there, and Mr. Colangelo had also left.

   "Old K, who are you looking for?"

  The coaching staff was outside, and he looked suspicious, assistant coach Lewis asked.

   "Nothing, Coach."

   He smiled, turned around and greeted his teammates: "Let's go, hurry up, hurry up."

   "GO! GO! GO!"

  Kevin Johnson and Dan Marley immediately got up and greeted.

   A group of people had already discussed that they would go to the visiting team's locker room to offer condolences. At this moment, they followed Wang Tiejun and rushed out.

   Liu Changfeng also followed. He knew that his cousin was looking for trouble, and he didn't feel anything.

   "Old K, what are you doing?" Coach Westphal asked quickly.

   "Coach, we're going to visit our guests." He responded loudly, speeding up his pace.

   "Quickly inform Mr. Colangelo." Westphal said with a headache.

   A group of people trotted to the player tunnel. The whole corridor was full of rumbling sounds of running, like an army charging.

   It was not yet seven o'clock, the fans did not enter the stadium, and the security personnel hadn't been in place yet, and they rushed directly to the visiting team's locker room.

  “…”

   Outside the locker room of the visiting team, the management and coaching staff of the Jazz were a little stunned when they heard the sound of intensive running, not knowing what happened.

"Oops!"

But soon, a giant appeared at the corner, it was the old K of the Suns, followed by a large group of players of the Suns, looking aggressive, they knew that something was wrong, the home team was hitting the door, and hurriedly stopped in front .

   "Come on, the Suns are on the door." A staff member pushed open the locker room door and yelled at it.

   "What?" The Jazz players were startled.

  “…”

   Tom Chambers, who was traded to the Jazz, was also dumbfounded. What should we do?

"damn it!"

  The same is true for the postman. He never imagined how the Suns would have the guts to hit the door off the court? But there was a flash in his eyes, and it was just right when he came, so he would deal with the **** boy off the court.

   He immediately stood up and rushed to the door. As soon as he opened the door, he heard the roar of head coach Jerry Sloan.

   "Old K, what do you want to do?"

   "Coach, let me come."

   He immediately strode out, separated the crowd, and stood at the front.

   Fifteen steps in front of Sir, Wang Tiejun changed from trotting to trotting, and strode over, his stern shout resounded through the corridor:

   "Postman, you want to make me unforgettable, so I'll give you a chance now. Come on, fight like a cowboy, you and I will fight one-on-one at your own risk."

   When Jerry Sloan saw Wang Tiejun's appearance, he knew that things couldn't be better, he quickly stepped back, and shouted, "Hurry up, contact security."

   "Singles? Exactly what I want."

   At this time, the postman also clenched his fists to meet him, and shouted sharply: "Damn boy, then come on, I will kill you!"

With    strides, the two instantly entered the attack distance.

Wang Tiejun took the lead in throwing a punch, but the top lane was empty, and the bottom lane kick was real. When the postman evaded the top lane attack, he twisted his right leg together, twisted his waist and swayed his hip, and with a pop, one leg swept behind. the outside of the person's left calf.

  The postman's upper body strength is not weaker than him, but his lower body strength is weaker than him. He was staggered. He took advantage of the momentum to take a step forward and slammed a cannon fist into the opponent's face.

   "Boom!"

  Ouch, the postman was smashed to the ground immediately, his nose began to bleed, and the bridge of the nose that was discounted last year was probably broken again.

   "Oh hoo!"

  Kevin Johnson A group of Suns players immediately roared with excitement.

  The postman was knocked down with a punch, and everyone on the opposite Jazz team was stunned and panicked.

   "Old K, don't mess around!" Jerris Long shouted sharply.

   "One-on-one, don't interfere, this is the rule of Western cowboys."

Wang Tiejun looked sideways at the jazz crowd, and yelled at the postman on the floor: "Get up, you weak chicken, I thought you had any skills, get up and fight me, I haven't done anything since I knocked you out last year. It's very itchy."

"damn it!"

   The blood-stained postman turned over and got up, and in a fit of anger, he pounced on him with his teeth and claws.

   "It's you who did it!"

   Old Wang shouted angrily, and when the opponent rushed in, he kicked it with a similar jab.

This is the basic footwork of Bajiquan. Different from jab, there are moves in jab. There is no other change in the basic footwork of Bajiquan. It is just one move. Until the feet form a pair of iron feet, and kick until a few green bricks can be broken with one foot at will.

He mainly practiced Tieshanyao, and he didn't practice much other Bajiquan techniques, but these basic skills were also practiced since childhood. Although he didn't practice again after playing basketball in junior high school, he was not as good as a real Bajiquan master, but His feet are still very hard, and the bone density is much larger than the average person's foot, especially the forefoot.

"predict!"

   This kick hit the postman's left foot in the face, making a sound like kicking and hitting a stake.

"what!"

  The postman only felt the tingling sensation instantly enter his brain, like being stabbed by a steel needle, he couldn't help crying.

   Taking advantage of the chaos of the opponent, the old Wang Xiong stepped forward and completed the approach in an instant. The real iron mountain broke out by hitting, and the terrifying power was like a giant bear rushing, and it was unstoppable.

   "Boom!"

   A heavy crash sounded, and the postman weighing 117 kilograms was thrown several meters in an instant, and then knocked down a group of Jazz players behind, and six or seven people fell in front and back. The entire corridor was in a mess.

"Oh!"

The   Suns side was also intimidated, and exclaimed one after another.

   "Carl?"

Sir    was a mess over there.

   "Bastard...cough...damn!" the postman growled and got up again.

   His chest muscles were too thick, and he was actually fine, but his face turned pale after being hit, and he was wheezing and coughing.

   But in fact, this is the appearance, he himself felt that a few ribs were aching, either broken or cracked.

  Wang Tiejun was also surprised. He is indeed the strongest guy in the NBA. If he can carry it, then come back.

  The postman rushed up, a pair of fist arms hugged the head guard, and Wang Tiejun turned around and circled continuously under his feet to prevent him from being kicked again.

   "Be careful, old K!"

  Kevin Johnson immediately reminded when he saw the postman posing as a boxer.

  Wang Tiejun didn't kick up his legs again. The postman was smaller and more flexible than him. He used the bot lane twice to attack, so the opponent must be on guard.

   He tried to hit two kings and eight punches, but was blocked by the opponent's boxing.

   Just when he opened the door because of the punch, the postman took the opportunity to get close, and he was forced to take a small step back under a series of uppercuts left and right.

   At this moment, the postman took the opportunity to get close, twisted his waist and abdomen, and slammed his right arm into his head with all his strength.

   At this moment, the bear step started, and the right (rear) foot quickly stepped back. At the same time, the upper body instinctively leaned back, letting it pass the elbow, and the postman's right elbow rubbed his mouth.

   "What the hell, is this killing me?"

   He took another step back, pulled a little distance, and approached the wall.

   I felt a little hairy in my heart. If I hit this elbow just now, with the strength of the postman, I can't open his scoop?

   He could see that it was very possible that the elbow postman had used all his strength to blow his skull.

   At this moment, the red-eyed postman pounced again, his elbows like knives and fierce as tigers.

   He was not a good-natured person in the first place. He had just avoided a difficulty, but when he saw his opponent coming up again, he couldn't help but feel ill-willed, and he didn't care about anything.

   "Boom!"

   was kicking over, kicked the postman back half a step, then took a bear step, pushed his elbow sideways, and slammed a fierce elbow in the heart.

  The postman saw Wang Tiejun coming fiercely, and he also punched him, and the two of them were hit at the same time.

   "Boom!"

The    fist was longer than the elbow. Wang Tiejun sent it up and received a punch. He hit his face and hit his left eye. The moment he hit the punch, the gold star shot up.

   "Boom!"

   Almost at the same time, he also put an elbow on the postman's chest.

"Uh!"

   The postman groaned, his body was instantly knocked up, he slammed into the wall behind him with a bang, and a picture was slapped on the wall.

This is even more brutal than the iron mountain just now. The postman was beaten until the blood swelled in his chest, and he went straight up. There was blood coming out of his nose, and the tingling sensation in his chest instantly hit his head. It is estimated that a rib was really broken, especially It was the thoracic vertebrae, like a knife had been inserted into it, making him very uncomfortable, and it might have been broken there too.

   In other words, he hit Wang Tiejun first, or else he could have been directly killed by this heart-throwing elbow.

   But he was also a very cruel person. He was beaten to the point of vomiting blood, and he still roared. With the strength of his waist and abdomen, he pushed back against the wall with his back.

"boom!"

  Wang Tiejun was also hit with pain, his right cheekbone was like being slashed by a knife, the skin of his face was torn apart instantly, blood spurted out, and he stepped back half a step.

   In terms of damage, it’s not enough. The whole head, chin and temples are more harmful, but the cheekbones on both sides are less damaged, and it’s not easy to impact the cerebellum. He was hit by an elbow, and he didn’t feel dizzy.

   At this moment, the postman jumped up again, his elbow was already raised, and he was about to hit another elbow.

   He bit his steel teeth and punched the postman in the face, knocking him back to the wall, then stepped forward, his right elbow like a knife, and smashed forward fiercely.

   "Boom!"

   He was 9 cm taller than the postman, and the elbow hit the top of the postman's head instantly, causing the postman's head to shake violently and hit the wall.

   At this time, he was fierce and wanted to continue the attack, but when he realized that something was wrong, the postman fell directly to the floor, and there was no response, so he stopped.

   The two giant beasts were fighting fiercely in the narrow corridor. No one dared to step forward to stop them. Only when they stopped, did anyone dare to step forward.

   "Old K, walk around."

  Kevin Johnson and others came up and dragged Wang Tiejun away.

   "Are you okay, Tie Jun?" Liu Changfeng asked.

   "It's fine." Old Wang said.

   "Carl?"

   Stokes looked at the postman who was lying beside the wall. A large piece of scalp had been lifted off his head. The bones had been dyed red, and the blood was rushing wildly.

"doctor!"

   A shrill voice resounded in the corridor.

   (end of this chapter)