Xia Zijun turned his head to look at the bald man, and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since anyone called me that, it seems that you should be the one who plays a motorcycle in 'Chunli Mountain'." ”

"Yes, yes, I've been riding motorcycles for years, but my skills have never been very good. The bald man said with a smile.

He never expected that he would meet the famous "Black Star" here.

Xia Zijun didn't talk to him again, this person didn't make much of a good impression on her.

Seeing that Xia Zijun was leaving, the bald man hurriedly said, "By the way, can I take a photo with you?"

As he spoke, he had already taken out a phone the size of a brick from his trouser pocket.

"You can ask for five thousand for a crow, do you think I will take a picture with you?" Xia Zijun smiled lightly and already put on his helmet.

The bald man froze on the spot, he felt the contempt in Xia Zijun's tone, but he couldn't refute it, he only felt that the five thousand yuan was like being given by someone, and his character had been ruined.

The rain seems to be getting heavier and heavier.

Chu Feng carried Xia Zijun and went down the mountain, the crow that was as black as ink stayed on Chu Feng's shoulder for a while, and then flew to the sky again, it seemed to be very cheerful.

Xia Zijun raised his head, looked at the crow hovering overhead, and asked curiously, "Teacher, why did you buy this crow?"

"I think it's very spiritual, and there's a lot of room for growth. Chu Feng said.

"Teacher, won't it fly away like this?" Xia Zijun asked again.

"No, I'll slowly domesticate it in the future, maybe even more powerful than a goshawk. Chu Feng said with a smile.

Xia Zijun looked at the crow, thoughtful, as if he was fantasizing about the picture of the crow fighting the goshawk.

The rain was gathering more and more on the road, but it did not affect the speed of Chu Feng's motorcycle, and he soon came to the entrance of the downhill road, where many people were already waiting for him.

Cheng Shiying recognized Chu Feng at first sight, and he hurriedly said to his teacher: "Teacher, he is here, and it seems that he is still carrying a person." ”

The middle-aged uncle was riding a red motorcycle and was ready to compete, but when he heard that the mysterious rider was still carrying a person, his brows couldn't help frowning, and he muttered: "It seems that you can't really compete with him." ”

For motorcyclists, carrying and not carrying people, the difference is big, but it is not as simple as only increasing the weight of one person, together with the center of gravity of the car, and the feeling of driving, all are different, many of the original driving skills, have been restricted, it is impossible to perform in the case of carrying people.

"Teacher, why don't I go talk to him and make another appointment?" Cheng Shiying said.

"Forget it, this weather is not suitable for the competition, just let me take a look at him at a distance, maybe I can talk to him. After the middle-aged uncle finished speaking, he had already chased after him on a motorcycle.

This time, not only did he chase after him with a motorcycle, but other curious drivers also wanted to see the power of this mysterious driver up close, so there was a very spectacular scene: Chu Feng's car was running in front, followed by a long list of motorcycles.

It's only noon, but it's overcast like night.

Chu Feng's motorcycle speed was not too fast, anyway, he was not in a hurry to go back, he originally thought that the motorcycle following behind him could quickly surpass him, but unexpectedly, those motorcycles followed behind him like flies, and the sound of the engine was particularly loud.

"Teacher, these people seem to be deliberately following us!" Xia Zijun glanced back and couldn't help but say.

"I don't know what they're going to do?" Chu Feng felt a little annoying to be followed by so many motorcycles.

At this time, the middle-aged uncle drove over on a motorcycle and said loudly: "I heard that your driving skills are very good, especially when cornering, many people say that you are a 'ghost runner'." ”

Chu Feng turned his head to look at him and didn't speak.

The middle-aged uncle continued: "From the outside, I really can't see how powerful your motorcycle is, but you have beaten my students several times, which makes me puzzled, can you say a few words to me?"

Chu Feng was not interested in racing, so he naturally didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he couldn't help but increase his speed a little.

Who knows, the middle-aged uncle followed again, looking like he couldn't drive away, and continued to ask questions.

"Zijun, sit down, I'm going to start speeding up!" Chu Feng really didn't want to listen to this middle-aged man's chatter, so he hurriedly said to Xia Zijun behind him.

Xia Zijun seemed to know what Chu Feng was going to do, and hurriedly leaned his upper body on Chu Feng's back.

Due to the dimness of the light, no one noticed that neither Chu Feng nor Xia Zijun were drenched in the rain, and they were as weird as an invisible umbrella above their heads.

Airplanes!

With a buzzing sound, the motorcycle under Chu Feng rushed out like an arrow.

The middle-aged uncle couldn't help laughing, and said secretly in his heart: You are carrying a person, and you still want to get rid of me, it's too naïve!

He also began to speed up.

It can be seen that his skills are indeed very exquisite, and he even prepared the drifting operation in advance according to the rain on the road.

"Huh, how is this possible, his motorcycle should not be a rain tire, even if it is a rain tire, it is impossible to have such a strong grip, not to mention that there is a person behind him, but what happened to the turn he just made?" The middle-aged uncle was startled by the scene he had just seen.

He continued to chase forward, feeling more and more strained, and when the speed was high enough, the motorcycle under him seemed to give birth to the strength to resist, and it could throw him out at any moment.

Relying on the performance of the motorcycle and superb driving skills, he was able to barely follow, but the distance was getting farther and farther, and I believe that he would be completely thrown away in a few corners.

Compared with him, the other drivers have long been left behind.

"If I'm not mistaken, there's a continuous reverse curve ahead, and he's going to die if he's rushing through it at this speed?"

The middle-aged uncle struggled to follow behind, and after seeing that the motorcycle did not have the slightest intention of slowing down, he was scared into a cold sweat.

And then there's even more terrifying.

The motorcycle in front of it, like a fish in the water that changes direction freely, passed through the continuous curves ahead with great speed.

The middle-aged uncle's car slowly stopped on the side of the road, letting the rain pour on his body.

His eyes were staring straight ahead, as if his soul had been taken away.

"Teacher!" It wasn't until Cheng Shiying's voice came from his side that he slowly recovered from his stunned state.

The middle-aged uncle looked at Cheng Shiying, who was chasing here, and muttered: "That is the real 'integration of people and vehicles'!"