The personal master of the stunning president

Chapter 132

"Mighty Leng Shao..." Tengu suddenly stood up, and looked excitedly at the blue sports car on the screen when it passed the first corner, passing five sports cars and directly becoming No. 1 of the third tier. .[-].

"Ah..." Seeing the blue sports car gaining momentum and quickly biting the tail of the second echelon, Wang Laowu felt a sharp pain in his thigh, Huo Di stood up suddenly, and let out a scream, It was the dropped cigarette that ignited Wang Laowu's pants.

"Zhao Xing, Liu Wenjun, I hope you don't let me down..." Seeing Zhao Xing and Liu Wenjun following closely behind him, Heifeng's eyes flashed with a strong fighting spirit, and with the movement of his hands and feet, the red Ferrari It turned into a flash of red lightning and passed another bend.

"As expected, he is the No.13 master of the racing guild..." Liu Wenjun had already surpassed Zhao Xing, and after seeing Heifeng drifting through a bend, he murmured, controlling the car, dying bit Heifeng.

"Bastard..." Seeing Liu Wenjun getting farther and farther away from him, Zhao Xing couldn't help cursing fiercely. Although he stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, he could only watch helplessly as the distance between the two cars widened.

"Zhao Xing, pay attention, Leng Feng's car has become the first in the second echelon, and it is less than 300 meters away from you... no... it is 250 meters..." A deep sense of powerlessness rose in Zhao Xing's heart When he was feeling overwhelmed, Wang Laowu's distraught voice came from the earphone.

"Anyway, I can't get the first place, so I'll just have fun with you idiot..." Zhao Xing's mouth showed a hint of amusement.

Leng Feng manipulated the sports car with a calm face, passed one after another, and soon saw the rear of the Bentley in front.

"Boom..." Leng Feng slammed the accelerator to the bottom. He knew that the performance of the Bentley was unmatched by the blue sports car. On the straight road, the blue sports car wanted to surpass the Bentley. Yes, it is on the straight road, not to be left too far by the Bentley.

"Stupid..." Seeing that Leng Feng's car had appeared in his rearview mirror, Zhao Xing smiled smugly, and stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom.

100 meters, 110 meters, 130 meters... On the straight road of less than one kilometer, the performance of the Bentley car was brought to the extreme, and the distance from the blue sports car was getting wider and wider.

"Squeak..." When he saw the curve, Zhao Xing slowed down, tapped the brake lightly, and drove through the curve like flying.

"How is this possible..." Zhao Xing, who had just passed the curve, saw that the blue sports car was only 50 meters away from him, and his expression changed.

This is a turning back. Even if he is the fifth-ranked racing driver in Jiangbei, he has to drive carefully with the brakes. The performance of the blue sports car is not as good as that of a Bentley. Being able to catch up with him in the corner can only prove one thing, that It was Leng Feng who didn't step on the brakes at all when he turned around.

"Madman..." Zhao Xing would never think that Leng Feng's skills had reached such a standard. He subconsciously thought that Leng Feng was going crazy because he wanted to win, so he made such a desperate effort, and couldn't help cursing secretly.

While thinking this way, Zhao Xing stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom again, but only after driving less than 200 meters, another big bend lay in front of Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing's complexion changed, and he quickly applied the brakes, but when he saw that the front of Leng Feng's car had passed the rear of his own car, Zhao Xing's brows suddenly frowned into a word Sichuan.

I can't lose, absolutely can't lose, absolutely can't lose in the hands of this idiot!

After this crazy idea popped up in his mind, Zhao Xing slammed in the direction, and the Bentley made a piercing roar, and the car swerved, blocking two-thirds of the track.

"This is so crazy..." Tengu looked at the screen excitedly, swung his fist violently, and his face turned ashen.

The speed of the two of them in the curve was close to [-]. Zhao Xing made such a sudden move. If Leng Feng couldn't dodge it in time, the car might crash and kill people.

"Racing cars, everyone depends on their own ability, Zhao Xing is good..." Seeing the blue sports car slammed on the brakes, smoke was emitted from the violent friction between the wheels and the ground, and the Bentley driven by Zhao Xing After exceeding nearly 100 meters, Wang Laowu smiled sinisterly.

"Stupid, with me here, you can only stop at No.4 forever..." Seeing that Leng Feng's car was approaching the rear of his car again at the next bend, Zhao Xing let out a grin, and repeated the old trick again.

"Stupid..." Leng Feng, who had already been fooled once, was naturally guarded against Zhao Xing's move. After seeing this scene, he slammed in the direction. When Zhao Xing's car turned to the left, the car slammed forward Swing to the right.

"Huh..." In an instant, the front of the blue sports car surpassed two-thirds of the body of the Bentley.

Zhao Xing's heart skipped a beat, and he slammed in the direction, wanting to take advantage of one-third of the car body to block Leng Feng's driveway again.

In Zhao Xing's mind, in such a rapid driving, it is absolutely impossible for Leng Feng to slow down the speed of the car. As a result, Leng Feng's car head will be on his body, and he can use that impact force to return to the car. With the front of the car body, Leng Feng was thrown off again, and Leng Feng's car's performance would definitely be greatly reduced due to the collision of the front of Leng Feng's car, so he had to withdraw from the race.

"Squeak..." At this moment, Leng Feng sneered and slammed on the brakes. In less than half a second, the speed dropped from [-] to [-] per hour.

"Damn..." Leng Feng's reaction obviously exceeded Zhao Xing's cognition. When he saw the car rushing towards the isolation zone uncontrollably because of his fierce direction, Zhao Xing couldn't help but cursed inwardly. Even hit the direction.

"Boom..." Zhao Xing's movement was still a ten-thousandth of a second slower, the front of the car slammed into the isolation belt, and after a loud bang, the Bentley flipped into the air as if uncontrollably.

"How could this be..." Looking at the exciting scene on the screen, Wang Laowu's face turned pale, and he sat down on the seat again in a daze.

"Master Leng, good job..." Seeing this godlike reversal, Tengu jumped up and waved his hand vigorously in the air.

"Not good..." But when he saw the Bentley rolling in the air, and the blue sports car kept going because it couldn't come to a complete stop, Tengu's face turned pale.

"Hahahaha..." Wang Laowu laughed hysterically when he saw this scene, and there was a touch of madness in his eyes.

Wang Laowu and Tiangu are both racing masters, so it can be seen that if this situation continues, the rolling Bentley will hit the blue sports car when it falls, and the blue sports car is in such a state. Driving at high speed, being hit by such a collision will also cause a car crash and death.

"How could it be like this..." Everyone who saw this scene stood up at this moment, staring at this scene dumbfounded. Both cars crashed.

(End of this chapter)