Rebirth of the Soft Rice King

Ten Mercedes-Benz started, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, white, black and red, lined up in a line, the racers looked ahead, waiting for the moment to start.

In a building in the distance, in front of the window, a pair of beautiful eyes stared at the red Mercedes, praying secretly...

Girls in bikinis stand on small platforms holding bunting flags.

The time is counting down - 10... 9... 8... 7...

The heartbeat of every racing driver is accelerating!

3...2...1!

"Shua!" Under the banner of bunting.

Ten Mercedes-Benz roared in unison and rushed out at the same time!

In lane 5, Wang Zichong's black Mercedes took the lead and rushed ahead...

Chapter 1205 1205 / Jiangshan Beauty

Lu Haige's speed is also quite fast, only slightly behind in second place.

The other drivers are in the second echelon, and they are only half a car behind them.

Fang Tian was the one who started the slowest, he was a car behind the prince.

At the Phoenix Motorsports, there is a straight road before the first corner. If the advantage is established in front and the horsepower is exerted, it is impossible for the cars behind to overtake.

Wang Zichong maximized his speed and opened a long distance from the car behind him.

Lu Haige's car followed closely behind.

The first corner appears, and it's time to test your driving skills!

The audience stared at the big screen and discussed.

"Tell me, who will be the first to cross this corner?"

"Needless to say, of course it was the prince who charged. Didn't you see him? He is the first in line now."

"It must be him. His driving skills are the best. The two-time champion of the competition is not just blown away."

However, to everyone's surprise, the green Mercedes was the first to cross the curve!

Lu Haige's car.

Before the prince rushed, he grabbed the inner lane, made a beautiful drift, and rushed through first.

"Wow, Young Master Lu is so amazing!"

"Of course, he is also a master, but he is relatively low-key."

"Young Master Lu is also quite famous in the racing industry. Many professional drivers have lost to him."

After the first corner, Lu Haige ranked first, and Wang Zichong followed behind his car, and the distance between him and the car behind him became more obvious.

And Fang Tian's red Mercedes got mixed up in the second echelon, and the distance between them grew further and further away.

Chen Mengxue looked at the big screen indoors, clenched her fists tightly, and her palms were sweating: "Can this kid do it?"

There are 9 corners in the Phoenix Circuit, which is a test of the driver's driving skills. Whether you can surpass it depends on the corners.

When they came to the seventh corner, Qing, Lan, and Zi rushed to overtake, but they all ran off the track.

Ten sports cars, now only seven remain.

Fortunately, Fang Tian survived, and was not separated by Wang Zichong and Lu Haige. Instead, he ranked higher, currently ranked fourth.

Chen Mengxue said: "This kid is still of a certain level, as to whether he can surpass Lu Haige, it's hard to say."

Whoever crosses the 9th corner first will be the winner of the first lap.

At the Phoenix Circuit, there are statistics, whoever wins the first lap, 80 drivers will win the championship.

"Who will it be? I'm looking forward to it."

"Of course it's Young Master Lu, he is the number one now."

"I don't think it might be. It might be Wang Zichong. Anyway, the one who won the first lap must be one of them."

"Rush over, rush over!" Someone shouted!

It's just that the speed is too fast, no one can see clearly, who is the first to pass by, there are three cars, who is it?

At this time the host spoke, and loudly said into the microphone: "The first to cross the first lap is the No. 9 red Mercedes!"

"Wow!" The audience was in an uproar!

"How could it be him?"

"Who is number 9?"

"He was the one who started the slowest, how come he was the one who won the first lap?"

"Damn, come from behind, this is too awesome!"

Surprise was written all over Lu Haige's face, how did he surpass it?

Also surprised was Wang Zichong, who almost lost control of the steering wheel. "Damn, this can also overtake!"

The eyes of all the audience at the scene looked at the big screen.

The No. 9 red Mercedes did lead, leading by a third of the body of the green Mercedes.

"Who is No. 9? Why have you never heard of it?"

"I don't know? I heard it's just a special case."

"Damn it, mysterious master!"

Ten laps to win the race, and it's only the first lap. Although Fang Tian was surprised by his driving skills, he never thought that he would continue to win.

Lu Haige was very calm, and Wang Zichong was even more so indifferent.

It is impossible for Fang Tian to win the championship, no matter how good his driving skills are, it will not work, because his car has been tampered with!

This race car is a conspiracy!

At the first corner of the second lap, the red Mercedes took the lead!