Commercial area, named racing suit store.

"Qing'er, don't mess around. Give me the suit. The old man saw that it was his granddaughter who took away the racing suit in his hand, and said solemnly.

"Don't give it, Zhao Long will come after giving it to him?" Qing'er listened to his words with a stubborn expression, grabbed the racing suit in her hand tightly, and retorted.

"Qing'er, this racing suit was not ours in the first place, it was just kept here, and when the person with the Fighting Spirit Key came to the door, it must be returned to the other party." Seeing her stubborn expression, the old man flashed a look of worry and fear in his eyes from time to time, and he explained in a relaxed tone.

"Grandpa, what should I do if Zhao Long comes?" Qing'er listened to the old man's words, the expression on her face softened, and her mood calmed down, and asked.

"We'll talk about it then!" The old man replied in a flat tone.

"Give." Qing'er looked unhappy, stuffed her clothes into Feng Wuxi's hands, and walked briskly outside.

"I want to ask, who is Zhao Long?" Feng Wuxian sat next to him, hearing their conversation, his heart was full of questions, and then he asked.

"Zhao Long, a famous drag racing driver, once again learned by chance that this fighting spirit racing suit was in my hands, so he often came to the store to make trouble, forcing me to hand over this racing suit, and I didn't give it to him and came to make trouble."

"Zhao Long often comes to the store to make trouble, and the business of the store is getting worse and worse, and if it continues like this, it will be closed. I discussed it with Qing'er and decided to hand over the suit. Who thought you came. The old man told him what had happened.

"Then why say, it's not yours? It's for others. Feng Wuxian listened to the old man's narration and understood the cause of the incident, and the question in his heart was suddenly solved, and then another question rose in his mind.

This dress is a driver with the title of "fighting spirit", and he can be said to be unmatched in the world of racing back then. It's simply the legendary fighting spirit, defeated many drivers, people call him "fighting spirit", and this fighting soul suit is the clothes he wears, since he became the dominant man in the streamer kingdom, he left this fighting soul suit, and told me to give him the fighting soul suit when someone has the fighting soul key. ”

"After the explanation, he disappeared, and on the day he left, I asked him where he was going. He said that he had to go to the realm that only God could reach, as if it was the realm of God, and I can't remember exactly. Since he left, I have been waiting for the person with the Fighting Soul Key in my hand to appear, until now, when you appear with the Fighting Soul Key, my task is completed. The old man slowly recounted everything that had happened, and when he finished speaking, his whole body was very relaxed.

"The key to the fighting soul is a token left by the fighting spirit." Feng Wuxian asked after listening.

"Yes. Only those who hold the Fighting Soul Key can get this Fighting Soul Suit. The old man listened to him and explained.

"I want to know this racer, can you tell me about it?" Feng Wuxian knew the cause and effect, and was full of curiosity about the fighting spirit of this matter.

"No problem, Fighting Spirit and a driver ...... back then" When the old man heard his request, he immediately came to his senses and began to talk about the Fighting Spirit driver.

"Sister love, what are you doing? The door is closed in broad daylight, and there is still a sign that it is closed. "The wind is traceless, listening to the old man talk about the fighting spirit, this driver was so majestic back then, how high was the racing skills? has defeated how many people in the car world back then, listening to his enthusiasm, he wants to return to that era to appreciate the style of fighting spirit.

While he was listening happily, there was a screeching sound from inside the store, followed by footsteps pushing the door open.

"Old man, hurry up and hand over the fighting spirit suit." Hearing an arrogant male voice behind him, Feng Wuxian turned his head to look, and in front of him was a man with dyed green hair, dressed in black, with a cigarette in his mouth, standing there loosely.

"Huh!" The green-haired man's eyes lit up, and when he saw the clothes in his hand, he walked up quickly and reached out to snatch them.

"Smack." The sound of the wind flashed through the opponent's hand without a trace, and then he picked up the clothes and hit the opponent's hand fiercely, the sound was particularly loud.

"Boy, who are you! Dare to hit your grandfather. The green-haired man cried out in pain.

"Grandson, grandpa will teach you etiquette again, don't take things that are not your own, be careful of being beaten." Feng Wuxian didn't get angry when he heard his words, and reprimanded him in the tone of an elder teaching a junior.

"Boy, look for death." The green-haired man listened to his words and became furious, threatening in an angry tone.

"Who dies, not necessarily? No more nonsense, believe it or not, I let you go to the prison of the Law Enforcement Department and live for a while. The tip of the wind without a trace needle said to Mai Mang.

"Who are you? Why did you meddle in the matter between me and the old man? The green-haired man listened to his words, and the expression on his face was not as arrogant as just now, and he asked in a normal tone.

"I didn't meddle in your affairs with this old man, it was you who wanted to rob me of my things after you came up." Feng Wuxian corrected the content of the other party's words, and narrated in a flat tone.

"Fart, this dress is the old man's, why is it yours?" The green-haired man listened to him and cursed.

"Zhao Long, this dress is indeed his." The old man listened to the green-haired man's words and spoke.

"Old man, don't you want to give me this dress, so you found someone at random and lied that he was the owner of the clothes." The green-haired man was Zhao Long, and when he heard the old man's words, he said with a disbelieving expression.

"Zhao Long, this dress is indeed his, because he took out the proof to prove that this dress is indeed his." The old man explained.

"I don't believe it!" In fact, he already believed what the old man said, and he was unwilling to spend so much effort on his own, and he was about to get the clothes in his hand, but in the blink of an eye, he was taken away by others, so he was messing around here.

"I'll go first." Feng Wuxian didn't plan to come out, because he knew that the other party wanted a racing suit, as long as it was in his hands, Zhao Long would definitely not pester anyone in this shop again, he would only come to pester him.

"You can't go." When Zhao Long saw him holding a racing suit and preparing to leave, he suddenly became anxious and hurriedly blocked in front of him.

"Get out of the way." Feng Wuxian stared at him with cold eyes, and said with a murderous aura, he would never be polite to this kind of scumbag who bullied the weak.

"Why?" When Zhao Long saw his gaze, his eyes dodged, but he still said strongly.

"You're in the way." After Feng Wuxian finished speaking, his right hand directly pushed his body away and walked outside.

Feng Wuxian walked out of the store and walked towards the parking place, came to the parking place, opened the car door and sat in.