ebonymovies Chapter 150 It's time to show off! (1K chapters, ask for subscription, ask for monthly pass)
Chapter 150 It's time to show off! (1K chapters, ask for subscription, ask for monthly pass)
Chapter 150 It's time to show off! (4K chapter, ask for subscription, ask for monthly pass)
"Okay, Feng, I am very honored to fight side by side with you." Camby smiled extra happily at this time.
After a while, Sprewell also ran over and was interviewed with Feng Yi and the others.
On the next day, a term suddenly appeared in the American sports world - "The Three Musketeers"...
After Feng Yi and the others finished the interview, they returned to the locker room talking and laughing.
"You two! I'll take you to eat Chinese food some time!" Feng Yi said this with great pride.
Because in his eyes, Chinese food is the best food in the world.
You know, China on the tip of the tongue is not for nothing.
After hearing this, Sprewell responded quickly: "Okay, Feng! I just don't know where to eat. Are you going to China?"
"Hahaha, why is it so troublesome, a trip to Chinatown is enough!" Feng Yi's words revealed full confidence.
When Feng Yi said this, Camby and Sprewell were stunned, "Chinatown? Is that kind of place?"
"What is that kind of place? It's a gourmet paradise! It's in Manhattan, not too far away from us. I think it's better to just..." Feng Yi said, his eyes pointed to Sprewell and Kan Compare.
The two understood each other, "This, this, this is okay, so let's do it like this." After the two finished speaking, they smiled wryly, as if they wanted to give Feng a face.
These two guys!
What a bumpkin!
If you have never eaten authentic Chinese food, you are just a frog in the bottom of the well here.
Thinking of this, Feng Yi smiled faintly, "Okay, then let's set off later."
After speaking, Feng Yi hurriedly made a phone call.
Then the three of them came to the locker room, began to change clothes, took off their equipment, and were ready to go.
After listening to Coach Van Gundy's speech, the three briefly participated in the press conference, and then came outside the arena.
"Feng, how do we get there, won't we start on foot?" Sprewell looked blank, after all, his home is not very far from the arena, so he didn't drive out today.
After listening to this, Camby also echoed.
Seeing the appearance of the two of them, Feng said slowly: "What are you panicking!" Then he whistled.
After a while, a Bentley SUV drove towards the three of them.
"This is..." Sprewell seemed to understand.
Camby also took advantage of the situation and looked over.
After the Bentley drove over, I saw that the driver was Nigel.
"Hey, Feng! Long time no see!" Nigel greeted kindly.
As soon as Feng heard it, he responded with a smile: "Long time no see, Nigel!"
Sprewell and Camby were stunned.
"What's the situation?" Sprewell couldn't help asking.
Hearing this, Feng Yi explained seriously: "Let me introduce to everyone formally, this is my agent, Edward Nigel."
What?Edward Niggle?
Is that the best agent in the league in the past?
Simply incredible!
Sprewell and Camby couldn't help feeling deeply.
The two of them at this time understood why Feng Yi could rise in such a short time.
It seems that everything is not accidental...
"What are you doing in a daze? Get in the car!" Feng Yi said this to Sprewell and Camby, and he himself got into the co-pilot.
After the three of them sat down, Nigel started the car.
"Feng, I don't understand a little bit, why did you ask your agent to be your driver?" Sprewell couldn't bear the restlessness in his heart, and asked.
Upon hearing Sprewell say this, before Feng Yi could speak, Nigel responded first: "Because only when Feng Yi is the driver, can I have time to chat with him."
"Huh? My agent and I usually communicate in the morning or evening, don't you..." Sprewell's damn curiosity frantically ran around.
Camby beside him looked at the scenery outside the window, calmly.
Listening to Sprewell's question, Nigel smiled, "I said buddy, have you ever heard about Feng Yi's practice time?"
"What?" Sprewell was suddenly surprised, he turned his head to look at Feng Yi, "Feng, what's going on?"
Seeing the question marks on Sprewell's face, Feng Yi responded confidently: "Sprewell, have you ever seen New York at four o'clock in the morning?"
As soon as Feng Yi said these words, the whole car became silent.
Sprewell also found the answer he wanted, he is ashamed of himself!
Wind this guy!
In the end, in the end, how many stories are hidden?
He was so unpredictable.
Thinking of this, Sprewell felt that Fengyi was not easy.
In this quiet environment, Nigel also had a serious chat with Feng Yi.
After about twenty minutes, the group of them arrived in Chinatown in Manhattan.
After the wind got out of the car, I took a few breaths of the air here.
"Huh! This feels really good!" Feng Yi looked at the Chinatown in front of him, as if he had returned to China.
Then he took the lead and led Sprewell and the others over.
It is worth mentioning that this time Nigel was also involved.
As soon as Feng saw the layout of Chinatown, he was familiar with it.
But this time, he was going to take Sprewell and the others to eat skewers at a roadside stall.
Because compared to those traditional Chinese delicacies, Chinese roadside skewers are the classics!
After finding a roadside stall with complete ingredients and a good venue, Feng Yi also motioned for Sprewell and the others to sit down, and went to order food by himself.
Seeing Feng Yi slowly approaching, the boss also asked Feng Yi in English what he wanted to eat and what he needed.
Unexpectedly, Feng Yi said in fluent Chinese at this time: "Boss, thirty skewers of beef, forty skewers of squid..."
After hearing this, the vendor owner also understood, and quickly responded in Chinese: "Good!"
A few minutes later, Feng Yi and the others also started eating.
"Wow! Wind! This skewer tastes really good." Sprewell said while eating.
As soon as Feng saw his appearance, he smiled faintly, "Don't say too much, Chinese food, China's strength, are you beyond your imagination?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Sprewell also took the lead in admitting that his eyesight became clumsy.
He was wrong about Fengyi, and he was even more wrong about China!
While Nigel watched from the side, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly. In his cognition, the current China is a beast that is gradually waking up, and it will become stronger and stronger!
Halfway through the meal, Feng Yi asked the boss to serve Tsingtao beer, and began to drink with Sprewell and the others.
After a few sips of wine, these foreigners were once again impressed by China.
"It's really wonderful! This trip is not in vain!" Sprewell was full of praise, thinking that his perception of China will undergo a huge change in the future.
Although Camby on the side didn't say much, his facial expressions when eating and drinking were enough to explain everything.
After a while, Feng Yi started chatting with the strength of wine.
"Sprewell, Camby, what do you two think of this season?" Feng Yi asked directly.You know, he brought Sprewell and Camby here not just for eating.
Seeing that the two of them were silent, Feng Yi raised his glass.
After a few rounds, Feng Yi asked again.
At this time Sprewell said slowly, "Wind! Among other things, I support the team's plan for the new season 100%, but..."
"But what?" Feng Yi took the opportunity to ask.After all, strike while the iron is hot.
Sprewell took another sip from the wine glass at this time, "But I personally think that we should keep our feet on the ground and stop talking about those big words."
"I agree with this!" Camby quickly echoed.
Listening to what the two of them were thinking, Feng Yi took a sip of the wine on his own, and after a while, he responded lightly: "I know this, I will pay attention to it in the future, indeed, I have been a little crazy recently gone."
Nigel watched the conversation between the three of them and ate the skewers silently.
As for Sprewell, after hearing Feng Yi's reply, he didn't react too much. He wanted to continue talking about some things, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them again.
Just as the four of them were eating, a group of people with tattoos appeared.
They held baseball bats in their hands, as if they were about to do something...
"I said! Who allowed you foreigners to come to our Chinatown to eat?" The person in the front of the group, wearing a black scarf, said loudly.
At this time, Feng Yi looked around subconsciously, and found that only their table had foreigners, and the rest of the tables were all Chinese.
And the group of people with tattoos are also Chinese.
Things have come to this point, Feng Yi also understood.
The man wearing the black scarf came to the front of Feng Yi's table in a short while, "I said! It's you, a guy who eats inside and out, who brought this group of foreign pigs in!"
Hearing this, Feng Yi put down the wine glass in his hand, "What? Isn't Chinatown letting people in?"
"You are Chinese, of course you can enter, but they foreign pigs can't! You guys don't even know what these foreign pigs have done to Chinatown." The man in the black scarf said more and more angry.
As Feng Yi who is well versed in history, of course he understands, but Sprewell and the others are innocent, if they want to make trouble, they have to find someone who is in trouble. "I said brothers, they are just my friends, they are very friendly people."
"Friendly, friendly ass!" While speaking, the man in the black scarf kicked Feng Yi's table over!
As soon as the wind came, they immediately stood up and took a few steps back.
Being provoked like this, Sprewell couldn't bear it. After he regained his composure, he punched the man wearing the black scarf!
After the Naihe fist was released, the man in the black scarf just lowered his center of gravity and easily dodged it, and then unceremoniously waved the baseball bat in his hand.
boom!
boom!
boom!
Sprewell fell to the ground clutching his stomach.
As soon as Feng saw this, he hurried forward to stop him.
Unexpectedly, the face of the man in the black scarf turned upside down, "You are still helping foreigners? Hit me!"
As soon as the voice fell, the man hit Feng Yi in the same way.
Seeing the baseball bat flying towards him, Feng Yi took a few steps back easily, then dodged past.
"Wind, be careful!" Nigel shouted.
At this time, the person wearing a black scarf chased after him and beat him.
Feng saw that there was nothing he could do, so he had to...
When the baseball bat flew towards his head again, Feng turned sideways, pinned the man's wrist with his right hand, then pushed hard with his left hand at the man's Adam's apple, and swept it with his foot!
Suddenly the man in the black scarf fell to the ground.
But Feng Yi didn't stop at this moment, he kicked the baseball bat in the man's hand away with his feet, and then kicked him hard in the stomach!
I saw the man rubbed against the ground and flew eight or nine meters away.
For a while, I couldn't stand up anymore.
His subordinates were shocked when they saw it.
At this moment, the man in the black scarf clasped his stomach with his hands and shouted loudly: "Not yet?"
As soon as these words came out, the subordinates immediately slowed down and were ready to kill Xiang Fengyi.
As soon as Feng saw it, he moved his feet and turned into a two-character clamp sheep and horse, put his hands at his waist, then stretched out his right hand, and said faintly: "Wing Chun ~ Feng Yi."
In two breaths, Feng Yi fought with the group of people, and Camby and Nigel also stepped forward to help.
All of a sudden, the flashes of swords, the shadows of swords, the wind's punches, those arm hands, spread hands, punches with Japanese characters, etc., all became Feng Yi's muscle memory.
That turned Camby and Nigel into a paddling duo.
"I knew that this guy is not that simple. From the first time I saw him, I felt that this guy's eyes are introverted, he must be an extraordinary person." Nigel was full of emotion, and he affirmed again I saw that I was not mistaken.
After one or two minutes, only Feng Yi, Camby and Nigel stood on the ground...
As for Sprewell, after seeing Feng Yi's skill, Canby and Nigel couldn't help sighing.
You know, Feng Yi has worshiped Wing Chun since he was a child, and he has practiced for countless days and nights, and how many springs, summers, autumns and winters.
Every move of Wing Chun has become Feng Yi's muscle memory.
In fact, strictly speaking, Feng Yi's grandfather was Qianhua Liangzan's apprentice, and Feng Yi was more or less a descendant of the Wing Chun School.
But since Dafengyi was learning martial arts with his grandfather, his grandfather warned him: These methods at home should not be used unless it is absolutely necessary!You can't fight with others at will!
At the beginning, Feng Yi didn't care about it, he casually played with his grandfather, he felt that Kung Fu was useless, and it didn't mean anything at all.
But until one day, when he was fighting fiercely with others in school, he knocked his opponent to the ground as soon as he made a move, and made him lie on the bed for more than a week.
Since then, Feng Yi has deeply understood why real kung fu and real routines should pay attention to the standard of movements, because every move and style is aimed at acupuncture points... After that, Feng Yi also deeply understood Understand his grandfather's admonition.
The power of kung fu is really beyond his imagination, it can be said that a shot will hurt someone.From then on, Feng Yi seldom made shots, even showing less skill.
Just when Feng Yi thought about this again, the man in the black scarf seemed to pull out something from his clothes.
This made Nigel, who was paddling, notice something strange.
That's right, the man in the black scarf took out a gun!
"Wind, be careful!" Nigel yelled out loud!
But it was too late, the man was ready to pull the trigger.
Then, in the midst of this flash, the gun of the man in the black scarf was suddenly seized by a hand.
I saw that the hand was so hard that the magazine of the man in the black scarf's revolver was ejected!
Then came a voice, "Huzi, I never taught you this!"
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