Fan Xinhong also saw the drift of Yan Tao.

He is a professional racing driver, and he can see that Yan Tao's drift is very beautiful, even if he does it, I am afraid he will not be able to do it so cleanly.

Fan Xinhong narrowed his eyes: Could it be that this kid really invited a master?

It's a pity that no matter how high a master is, he can't pass this level!

He smiled coldly, deliberately slowed down a hundred meters away from the next corner, and when Yan Tao caught up, he slammed the steering wheel to the right, and the whole body crashed into the Ferrari.

"Bang!"

The powerful impact force struck, startling Qi Dong almost jumped up, he grabbed the handle tightly, frightened, Fan Xinhong didn't intend to give them a chance to breathe at all, controlled the body, and crashed into it again and again.

Qi Dong's head touched the glass of the car, and he screamed in pain, and then looked at the car, the doors were all knocked out of shape, and he wanted to speak, but he was turned upside down and couldn't say it at all.

The headache was so bad that I was shivering.

Young Master Yan was still sitting firmly in the driver's seat, looking sideways, Fan Xinhong came into view with a somewhat vicious face, and her good-looking eyebrows were raised.

Tut.

Is this going to be more ruthless than Lao Tzu?

The young man's jade face was striking, and his plain white fingertips knocked on the edge of the steering wheel, and he smiled.

The smile is ethereal like smoke, like the clouds and mist on the Changbai Mountain, revealing a cool and cold feeling.

When Fan Xinhong hit him again, the boy also hit the steering wheel wildly, and the whole car crashed into Maserati.

"Bang!"

Yan Tao didn't hit it, as soon as he hit it, the entire co-pilot's door crumbled, Fan Xinhong never expected that this seemingly thin teenager had such the ability to accurately control the car, and under the surprise, the car moved left along the inertia.

Next to the driveway is the guardrail, and the cliff under the guardrail is so long that you can't hear the sound of the stones falling.

When Fan Xinhong looked at others in a panic and fear, he felt like a grim reaper, controlling the lives of others, proud and arrogant.

When it was their turn, they were more panicked than them, scared out of a cold sweat, and didn't want to step on the brakes, for fear that they would climb over the guardrail.

Young Master Yan raised his eyebrows coldly, stepped on the accelerator, and walked away.

rushed out for dozens of meters, Qi Dong came to his senses, covered his wildly beating chest, and his voice trembled, "! Yan Tao, you are simply blowing up the sky! ”

.

The first time you drive, you can crush the mad lion on the road like this?

It's just TM, it's crazy!

Qi Dong felt that he had never been so angry!

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows lightly, and looked at the road behind him from the rearview mirror.

Fan Xinhong is a professional racing driver in the end, and his psychological quality is not covered, although he was blinded by Yan Tao, he quickly adjusted and continued to step on the accelerator to catch up.

couldn't kill the other party, Fan Xinhong simply abandoned this road and went directly to victory!

The corners are excessive, and his specialty is unique.

But in the next five minutes, Fan Xinhong experienced the lowest point in his life.

Three corners.

TM, instead of overtaking the other party, he was dropped dozens of meters!

His face turned blue with anger, he couldn't believe it was true, and slammed his fist on the steering wheel, "Damn,! How did this kid do that?! ”

Qi Dong is asking the same question.

Halfway through the track, Yan Tao won the ticket, there was no expression on the young man's handsome face, she lightly picked her lower lip, "It's nothing, I calculated the most suitable speed and position in a short time." Now that the results are known, you will naturally win. ”