After a small trial, he easily defeated Zhu Qixiang, who was known as the "Jiangbei Car God", Zhao Yan couldn't help but proudly show off to Yang Zhixin next to him: "How about it, my skills are okay, right?"

What was harvested was the white eyes of the eldest lady: "You guys are really boring, just this kind of slow competition, dare to call it ...... 'drag racing'?"

Zhao Yan couldn't help but retort: "To deal with that person just now, of course I don't need to use all my strength!"

Yang Zhixin closed her eyes tightly and stopped stubble.

Zhao Yan asked, "Don't believe it?"

Yang Zhixin opened her eyes suddenly, and said with a straight face: "Something happened to the little apprentice!"

Zhao Yan didn't understand what he meant, but after turning the corner, he saw Gu Qiuling's white mini Coope from a distance

Stopped on the side of the road, but the two were nowhere to be seen.

"The aura is very unstable, they should be held hostage, let's chase after them. Yang Zhixin concentrated on feeling the residual aura left on Xue Qingyan's body, and quickly came to a conclusion.

Fortunately, there is only one way up and down the mountain, and it winds and turns, so the speed of the car cannot be too fast. According to Yang Zhixin's induction, Xue Qingyan didn't go too far.

Zhao Yan immediately made a decision, pressed the horn to disperse the crowd, and then slammed down the accelerator and chased down like a gallop.

"After the matter, go to the clothes, hide the merit and fame, this is the great god!"

This practice aroused the admiration of the onlookers who did not know the truth.

Zhao Yan had no time to take into account other people's opinions, so he stepped on the accelerator all the way and rushed forward, and finally caught up with the rear taillights of the car in front.

Those were two big Gs, all black and with tough lines.

"Someone is catching up, you stop him!"

The people on the two big Gs had a tacit division of labor, holding Xue Qingyan and the three of them to escape at an accelerated pace, while the other suddenly slowed down, stuck the lane, and tried not to stop Zhao Yan.

In the event of a collision, it is obviously the thinner Mustang that suffers, not the big G with rough skin and thick flesh.

Fortunately, Zhao Yan was prepared, clicked the brake, and the Mustang deftly avoided the slightly bulky big G, and then accelerated, overtaking from the other side.

However, in the back window of the big G, a black hole muzzle suddenly stretched out!

"Holy!" Zhao Yan couldn't help but spit out the fragrance, used his hands and feet at the same time, and hurriedly hit the direction belt to slow down.

The other party didn't say much, pointed the gun at the mustang, and began to spray tongues of fire, and the dense bullets instantly smashed the front windshield and side windows.

Zhao Yan reacted quickly and dodged the bullet strafing in time, but after such a delay, the distance between the two cars was instantly pulled thirty meters away.

The mountain road is narrow, and the opponent has weapons, so it is quite difficult to overtake it.

Zhao Yan was thinking about countermeasures, and the eldest lady who was already impatient on the side had already taken action.

I saw her fly up with one leg, kicked the spider web-like front windshield hard, and then jumped up, pointed her toes on the front cover, directly across a distance of thirty meters, and jumped onto the roof of the big G, and the sword had been conjured in her hand for some time.

The driver of Big G had already seen this incredible scene through the rearview mirror, and while he was horrified, he did not forget to frantically turn left and right, trying to throw Yang Zhixin down.

It's a pity that no matter how the car tries, Yang Zhixin's feet are always like magnets, firmly sucked on the roof of the car.

The protection performance of the big G is very good, but this does not stump Yang Zhixin, I saw that the tip of the sword in her right hand was drawn in a circle, and the roof of the car was like paper paste, and a big hole was opened.

The people in the car were obviously well-trained and had strong psychological qualities, and in this situation, one in front and one in the back, two Uzi, still used a burst of intensive strafing to meet Yang Zhixin.

"This is your weapon?"

Yang Zhixin's right wrist trembled, and the sword formed a light curtain.

The sound of firing was mixed with the crunch of metal clashing, and a little spark continued to bloom in the dark night.

After the two shuttle bullets were fired, Yang Zhixin was uninjured.

"It's over, it's not good!" Yang Zhixin shook her wrist disdainfully, and the sword light flashed, and the vitality of the two was cut off.

Although the driver was horrified, he still wanted to win a glimmer of life, stepped on the brakes fiercely, tried to throw Yang Zhixin out, and at the same time pulled out a **** with his backhand, ready to fire at any time.

It's a pity that the reality is always cruel, Yang Zhixin is still glued to the roof of the car and can't get rid of it at all, and the driver just pulled out Sha Ying's hand, which has been separated from his forearm and amputated by a half-moon sword light.

Even unlucky, it was the steering wheel of Big G, which was directly cut in half by this indestructible sword light, and Big G, who lost control, crashed headlong into the cliff.

And Yang Zhixin had already turned over and fell, holding a sword in her backhand, with two Uzi and a sand eagle strung on the sword.

After this series of operations was completed, Zhao Yan had just parked the wild horse on the side of the road.

Yang Zhixin jumped forward, stood on the front cover, and looked at Zhao Yan condescendingly.

"Didn't you say that this thing is very difficult to get, and why do they have one of them?"

Zhao Yan said helplessly: "Do you think they look like good people?"

"Forget it, this thing isn't very powerful, you can use it. The tip of Yang Zhixin's sword shook, and the three guns fell into Zhao Yan's arms.

Zhao Yan stuffed the two Uzi under the passenger seat and put the sand eagle in his pocket, full of helplessness.

The front windshield of the Mustang is gone, and the speed will definitely not be able to drive.

As for the poor big G, the roof was lifted, the steering wheel was cut off, and it hit the side of the road, and it was already on the verge of scrapping.

Now there is no car, and Yang Zhixin's induction of aura is limited in scope after all, once the induction is lost, it will be difficult to find Xue Qingyan again.

On the other side, not long after Zhao Yan left, Zhu Qixiang parked the car at the "live broadcast station" with a gloomy face.

Everyone didn't dare to touch his moldy head, they all held their breath and didn't dare to speak.

Zhu Qixiang ordered in a muffled voice: "Check his origin." ”

Someone was clever and had already taken a picture of Zhao Yan's license plate number with his mobile phone.

And Zhu Qixiang's number one horse, Cui Haowen, has begun to use his network to investigate.

Soon, the results were placed in front of them, and everyone looked at each other after reading the results.

Cui Haowen handed the result to Zhu Qixiang: "This car, it seems to be Mr. Xiao of Haoyang Group? ”

Although his father is rich, he can't suppress Xiao Wuyang, the rich man of Jiangcheng. It seems that this anger is not good.

Zhu Qixiang was depressed, turned over the Ferrari, and prepared to go down the mountain to find a place to vent.

As a result, as soon as I walked halfway, I saw the whole process of Yang Zhixin tearing up the big G.

There is also a man in black who died a miserable death on the ground, and Zhu Dashao, who is pampered, has never seen such a tragic picture, and he was so frightened that he couldn't drive.

The Ferrari was parked far away on the side of the road, but it had already been discovered by Zhao Yan, and he recognized the unlucky Zhu Qixiang at a glance, and immediately rejoiced: "This kid came at the right time!"

The wild horse turned around and found Zhu Qixiang.

After a short but pleasant negotiation, Ferrari successfully changed hands and passed away with a loud roar.

Only Zhu Qixiang was left standing alone in the night, holding the car key of the wild horse, wanting to cry without tears.