Storm City, Sharp Mountain.

"Hum—" An engine roar was heard, followed by a red race car speeding forward.

The speed of the red car was very fast, only the sound of "whoosh" was heard, and in the blink of an eye, the car had rushed far away.

"Here we are." A voice came from inside the red racing car, and the wind sitting in the car was traceless, and his eyes looked ahead, and a sign appeared at the intersection of the mountain five hundred meters ahead.

In the blink of an eye, the red car rushed into the uphill junction, "Here." "Find a place to park the car on the side of the road, turn off the engine, open the door and walk down.

"Not yet." Feng Wu, who got out of the car, looked around, and found that there was no car and people around, and it was estimated that Nan Feiyu had not yet come.

When the wind was waiting for Nan Feiyu in Fengjun Mountain, a silver racing car was running at high speed on the road, looking at the direction of the car, the destination seemed to be Fengjun Mountain.

"Wind without a trace, who is this person?" A whisper rang out, the voice full of questions, and following the voice, there was a man sitting inside the silver race car.

Dressed in black casual clothes, holding the steering wheel, with a thoughtful expression, his mouth was still muttering: "This person doesn't seem to be a driver from Storm City."

It turned out that this person was Nan Feiyu, a driver who was heading to the Fengjun Mountain and Wind Without a Trace race.

"It doesn't look easy." While driving the racing car, he was still thinking about the origin of the person Wind Without a Trace, and after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't find the existence of this person, but one thing he was sure of was that Wind Without a Trace was not a driver in Storm City, and he was sure of this.

He knows all the famous drivers in Storm City, even if they are not the drivers in the city, they are the drivers in the area near Storm City, and the driver who is racing with him today does not know anything about him.

But one thing is for sure, this man is not simple. He could feel the aura that the other party was inadvertently emanating, an aura that only the top drivers have.

He had seen this kind of aura in one person, and he was Ke Yingfei. A driver with very good racing skills, but the aura he exudes is much worse than that of a driver like Wind Traceless.

"This rider with no trace of the wind should not be underestimated." Turning the steering wheel with both hands, Nan Feiyu, who was driving the racing car, commented in his heart.

In this way, Nan Feiyu drove the car towards Fengjun Mountain, and at the same time thought about today's race with Feng Wuji.

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"Not yet." A male voice came from inside the red car, and Feng Wuxi, who was sitting in the car, looked at the time and said.

"No, I won't come!" Guessing in his mind, there was a roar of engines in the distance, louder and louder, followed by a silver racing car.

"Are you coming?" Hearing the roar of the engine, he looked at the silver racing car in front of him, opened the door and walked down.

The silver racing car slowed down and stopped in front of him, the door was opened, and out of it came Nan Feiyu, who was dressed in black casual clothes.

"I'm sorry, because of work, I kept you waiting." Nan Feiyu, who got out of the car, walked up to him and said embarrassedly.

"It's okay! I've just arrived, too. Hearing his explanation, Feng Wuxian smiled and said.

"Let's start now! Start at the foot of the steep mountain, pass by the summit, and return to the starting point. The first driver to return to the starting point wins......" Hearing his reply, Nan Feiyu directly proposed to race now, without dragging, very neatly.

"Good!"

After the two sides agreed, they drove their cars towards the area where the black and white grid was located.

"Phantom light." While turning the steering wheel, driving the car to stop at the starting point, while observing Nan Feiyu's car.

"Not bad!" The sleek bodywork, sharp nose look, special Mittel tires and drag rear wing make this a sprint car.

After looking at the appearance of the car, the competition and performance of this car naturally came to mind.

Name: Phantom Light.

Quality: Grade B.

Type: Regular.

Color: Silver.

Straight-line speed: 310km/h.

Cornering speed: 69km/h.

Ultimate speed: Unknown.

Driving class: Advanced driver.

Manufacturing company: Dream Group.

Sales price: Unknown.

Racing Status: Potential Status.

Description of the car: The cold silver body, sharp front end, Mitre special tires, wind resistance rear wing, built-in new generation NO engine, provide endless power to the car, is the high-end flagship car of Dream Group.

Fantasy has the kingdom of the famous racing designer Carl. André designed it himself. Andrey, the kingdom's famous racing designer, who built many classic racing cars from his hands, is a genius designer.

The birth of the dream is to seize the high-end racing market, a racing car specially developed by the group. Its racing performance is particularly powerful, the engine of its racing car uses the newly developed NO engine of the Dream Group, this engine is characterized by strong power, stable output, strong explosive power, is a very good engine.

"It just doesn't last." Thinking of the engine of this racing car, Feng Wuji said in his heart.

The design of this car, as well as the use of materials, are top-notch, even the engine is the high-end engine of Dream Group, and it can be said that the core of this car is this engine.

When this car was first launched, because of its excellent racing power, it attracted many drivers and players to buy, and once became the hottest car on the market, but unfortunately this engine has a little defect, when the car breaks out at the highest speed in the race, it will gradually affect the output of power, and finally lead to weak output.

Because of this problem, there was a chance to become a classic car of the year, but in the end it was taken away by other cars.

"Prepare the drivers, the race will start right away!" The sound of the system sounded in his ears, and Feng Wuji's attention was withdrawn from the car, and his eyes were looking ahead, holding the steering wheel with both hands, and his feet on the brakes and accelerator.

“3.”

“2.”

“1.”

"Let's go!"

With a loud bang, a silver light flashed, and it rushed forward quickly.

"Two seconds." Two seconds later, the wind quickly released the brakes, stepped on the accelerator, and the sound of tires rubbing against the ground sounded, billowing white smoke came out of the rear of the car, followed by a red light, passing through the white smoke, and rushing forward.

"It's still a bit of a gap." Looking at the silver racing car in front of him, Feng Wuxian calculated the gap between the two cars in his heart, and concluded that the gap between the two cars was not small.

"Click-" The right foot stepped on the accelerator, and it never let go, and the speed of the car gradually increased, "Fortunately, the performance of the car is a little stronger than the other party." "The red car is rushing forward at a fast pace.