Los Angeles, an oriental classic.

"This game update will add a reputation system, and players are invited to explore the specific role." Zhenming looked at the updated content of the official website, but only added a prestige system, and didn't say how to use it.

"The prestige system, this thing is especially useful in the late game, especially when building a team." Zhenming said, looking at the computer.

"Dawning Technology, can you, explain every update, what has been added, don't just ask players to explore by themselves."

"The game development team is also invincible."

"Type a few more lines and you'll die."

"A bunch of fools."

Click on the forum on the official website, and below are the players' replies, all of which are scolding Shuguang Company.

Zhenming doesn't have any important news, and goes directly to the game, and he still has a lot to do in the game.

Entering the game and coming to the club, I found that there were more players in the club than before, and I didn't care and walked straight towards the racing track.

"I heard that the wind is without a trace, in this club. I'm here to hug my thighs. ”

"What are you doing?"

"I wanted to join the club and become a driver like the wind."

"Don't think about it, if you want to join the club, you can't rely on our level."

"I'm here to see an idol, a courtier."

After the wind without a trace left, the players of the club gathered together, and it turned out that it was affected by the wind without a trace, so many players came here.

Velodrome, Crescent Bay Circuit.

In the pit area of the track, the drivers of the second team of the club were sitting at this time, chatting together.

"Who do you think will get the four spots?." The rider in the white hat asks the shorter rider next to him.

"I guess the wind is without a trace, and there are ...... fields," the short rider said casually, but before he could finish speaking, a voice interrupted him.

"What the wind is traceless, wilderness. I think it is Brother Wang who has the best chance to get a place, and if he is wrong, he has the best chance, but he must get a place. The short rider looked up.

I saw Li Yun walk in with Wang Chaochen, walked up to everyone and said, "The first person in the second round of the competition is Brother Wang, and everyone else doesn't even think about it."

Suddenly, the atmosphere of the scene became subtle, and the air calmed down. The driver who spoke also stopped talking and looked at Li Yun and the two people standing in the center.

"Doglegs." I don't know who whispered.

Immediately, everyone looked at Li Yun with disdain and laughed.

"Whoever said stand up." Li Yun blushed and shouted.

"Yo. Everyone is there, what are you talking about? So happy. At this time, Feng Wuxian also came to the racing track, saw everyone's happy looks, and asked.

"Nothing."

"Did you run after the race?"

Everyone hurriedly denied changing the subject.

Li Yun was furious when he saw that everyone ignored his existence and made fun of himself.

"There seems to be a lot of skepticism about me being the first in this second round of testing. I'll just put down the words here, whoever can take the first place from me, I will give him ten thousand solas, if no one takes the first place from me. I don't want any money from you, as long as you say you're trash. When Li Yun went up to theorize, Wang Chaochen pressed his left hand on Li Yun's shoulder and stepped forward.

"Do you dare to bet, why don't you see the guys just now this time." Li Yun looked at everyone and said excitedly, he scolded him just now, and now no one said anything to let them fight.

"It's not fair, why should everyone say if you lose, and if you win, you will only give 10,000 solas, which is not reasonable at all."

"Yes."

"It's not a fair bet."

While everyone was arguing, Liu Xuan walked over. "What happened just now, why was it so noisy? Is it a quarrel? ”

Liu Xuan frowned and asked, "It seems that there is still strength to make noise, and the training is still too light."

"It's not like that, we were just playing a game."

"That's right!."

"There was no quarrel."

"Really?" Liu Xuan's suspicious gaze swept over the convoy.

"I would like to announce that the second round of selection has begun." Liu Xuan looked at the expressions of everyone in the team, there must be something to hide from him, and he didn't continue to ask.

"The person who competed this time was the driver who won the group. I'll say here, the faster you run, the better your chances of representing your club in the Rising Stars competition. After finishing speaking, Liu Xuan instructed the staff to finally confirm the situation on the track, as well as some pre-race preparations, whether the preparations were completed.

After the preparation was completed, Liu Xuan said to the team members: "The race has two laps, and the rule for winning the race is the top four drivers who finish two laps first."

"Get in the car and get ready for the race." Liu Xuan waved his hand, and a few people walked out of the crowd and walked towards the car parked on the track.

"Come on! Field. Wind Trail said as he walked briskly towards the track.

"So are you." After Harano finished speaking, he opened the car door and sat in.

When everyone got into the car, Liu Xuan instructed the staff to start.

The staff gave an order, and the cars on the track swept away like a black torrent into the distance.

Gradually, from this black torrent, a few cars stood out, like a few divergent rivers, leading the way was the dynasty and the courtiers followed by the wind without a trace, and then down were Qian Bo and the wilderness.

When the second team is competing fiercely for places in order to participate in the Rising Star Competition.

In the conference room of the first team of the club, all the members of the first team were staring at the big screen in front of them, only to see that the game of the second team was playing on it.

"The courtiers are not bad."

"It seems that the first place in this competition is Wang Chaochen."

"I haven't seen him in the first team, but he's very good in the second team."

"No matter how you say it's the first team, it's not the second team that those people can compare."

"Wang Chaochen, this kid, really gives me a long face." A red-haired man in the conference room looked at the big screen with a happy face.

"Great master, why are you sleeping. Could it be that the second team is so unsightly. The red-haired yin and yang asked weirdly.

"East China, take care of yourself." Mo Shen looked at Hua Dong coldly.

Hua Dong is the son of the club's top management, since he came to the club, the club has made a miasma, and people who don't know still think that this is an old boy, a gangster.

"The master brother is angry, and the little brother is so afraid." Hua Dong had a frightened expression, and then laughed loudly.

"Mo Shen, you say, who will win this game."

"Wind Without a Trace will take the first place, and the dynasty minister will get the second." Mo Shen glanced at the screen, at this time, the leader in the field was Wang Chaochen, followed closely by Feng Wuxi.

Others don't know the level of wind without a trace, and Mo Shen, who often races with the wind without a trace in private, is still unclear, and he can easily win at the beginning, and the more he goes to the back, the smaller the gap between the two people, almost zero.

Wind Without a Trace is not a newcomer to the team who has no race experience, but a seasoned driver who feels like a top driver on the field.

"Mo Shen, I didn't expect your vision to be too different from your racing skills, and your vision is too bad. Now the leader is the dynasty minister, not the wind without a trace. Hua Dong sneered when he heard his answer.

"Look at it and you'll know." Mo Shen didn't say anything, looked at the screen and said.

There was silence in the room, except for the sound of breathing.

After a while, Hua Dong walked out of the conference room with an ugly face, and Mo Shen walked out of the conference room with a smile on his face.

After a while, all the people in the conference room walked away, only on the big screen, and there was still a picture, and the picture of the wind crossing the finish line first without a trace.