"Hey!"

Long Aotian changed his usual lightsaber into a light fist, and punched out a majestic punch, hitting the training target fiercely, and a line of numbers immediately jumped out next to him - 387!

"What's this trick called? Kang Long has regrets? See the dragon in the field? ”

Long Aotian held his cheeks and meditated. Since hearing Meng Nan's version of the Legend of the Condor Heroes, he simply can't worship Guo Jing. So he immediately changed his light saber to a light fist glove, determined to use the eighteen palms of the dragon to make a name for himself.

Meng Nan looked at the training target, and he was also deeply moved by the power of Long Aotian's punch.

Meng Nan once tried, and he punched the training target with all his strength, and the damage value was only 198. Long Aotian is only a second-level perception guy, and he can't even be called a little guy with Kaxiu, and his damage power far exceeds his own. If you fight against a class card correction face, I'm afraid that it will be done in a few minutes.

It seems that if there is a chance, it is necessary to find a way to improve his strength. Although Meng Nan had this idea, he still had no clue how to start. His current perception intensity is still at the level of ordinary people. How to improve the intensity of perception requires systematic training methods and the guidance of famous teachers, and all this can only be done by some special card schools in the Federation.

Of course, there are also some Kaxiu families or masters and apprentices to teach, but this is like a master who is difficult to find in the vast rivers and lakes, and it is impossible to meet.

Meng Nan looked out the window, the soft starlight was already covering the deep night sky, he sorted out his equipment, walked out of the training room with Long Aotian, and walked towards the patrol target, the underground area of the experimental building in Area A.

Turning into the building that twisted and spiraled downward, the faint light of the lighting card illuminated the hazy area, Meng Nan reached out and grabbed Long Aotian, this young man who was already a little crazy, and his mouth was still chattering, whether the trick of the flying dragon in the sky should be used with the airflow card and other questions.

The faint noise came from the underground area, and Meng Nan thought to himself, here, it is really not so simple. Thinking about the meaning of the situation, Meng Nan could roughly guess something.

"For a while, no matter what you see, don't make your own decisions, listen to me."

Meng Nan said a few words to Long Aotian, turned off the lighting card, and quietly walked into the underground area from the shadows. Long Aotian was immersed in the creation and perfection of the Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon at the moment, and nodded subconsciously, in fact, he didn't hear what Meng Nan was saying at all.

In the huge square in the underground area, a group of young men and women dressed gorgeously or non-mainstream were gathering together and shouting loudly, and the seven or eight cars parked in front of them surprised Meng Nan.

The car is a new thing in the Federation, and it is a jamming technology. The so-called card machine is based on cards as the core technology, but there is already a preliminary prototype of earth technology. For example, this car, in addition to the difference in power source, is very close to the car on the earth.

In some ways, the card is more durable than the card, but the technology has developed very slowly, and the development of the card is restricted by the poor mineral reserves of the Federation. The Confederation is a super poor mining country. The production capacity of metal minerals required for the shell of the card is too low, which also leads to the fact that the card can only become a tool for the upper class to show off their wealth, and ordinary families cannot afford to buy such expensive luxuries.

Meng Nan pulled Long Aotian, who was immersed in his own world, and lurked in the shadows of a small house, he took out a wooden cylinder from his waist, put one end to his ear, and aimed the other end at the crowd over there.

This is a gadget made by Meng Nan himself, as an agent, he must carry many seemingly useless things that can save his life at a critical moment. Relying on the resonance of the paper film in the wooden tube, Meng Nan heard the voice over there very clearly.

"Yan'er, this is only three limited edition flash cars in the whole Puxing area, do you really dare to compare with me?" A tall young man said flirtatiously.

"Yan'er, your name is also yours? Please understand that it is not the car that determines the victory, but the driver's skill! The voice of the girl who spoke was very crisp, and although she couldn't see her face clearly, her long red hair like fire was extremely impressive.

"Well, let's compare. What to bet on this time? The tall man said.

The red-haired girl raised her hair, and two clear words came: "Whatever." ”

"Hehe, if Yan'er wins, this car will be yours!" The tall man's words drew a burst of inhalation.

"But if I win...... tall man smiled, "Yan'er let me kiss you!" ”

"What are you talking about, you want to find death......" A black-haired girl was obviously Yan'er's best friend, and jumped out and waved her fist when she heard the words.

"If you don't dare, forget it!" The tall man shrugged, this agitation method really had an effect, and the red-haired girl Yan'er nodded very dryly.

"Compare to compare!"

Yan'er jumped on her car, and the car immediately rose and hung in the air. Her long, fiery red hair fluttered in the wind like a raging flame.

Hearing this, Meng Nan already roughly understood. Here, it should be the underground drag racing field of a group of rich second generations. No wonder he and Long Aotian were assigned here. I'm afraid that tomorrow, the video of the drag racing here will reach the security office. And he and Long Aotian will be resigned because of poor supervision.

It is still the life experience of the previous life that dominates the thought, and Meng Nan has always guessed the possible unfavorable situation with the greatest sense of worry. If this speculation is true, then how can you crack this game?

Meng Nan pondered here, the drag racing race over there had already started with a crisp whistle.

The flash car driven by the tall man, the initial acceleration was very fast, almost at the same time as the whistle, it had already rushed out like an arrow, drawing a slight arc in the air, which was more than half the body of the red-haired girl who started synchronously.

The two cars were one after the other, and the wind was getting closer and closer, and Meng Nan glanced at the red-haired girl Yan'er, and couldn't help but secretly praise it.

Although there is still a bit of childishness on this girl's face, on the snow-white face that has been blown up, a pair of big eyes like morning stars, as well as eyelashes that are beyond proportion, and impeccable nose and red lips, she is like a little beauty.

The two cars chased away, chasing each other on the track. Yan'er's driving skills are indeed something to be proud of, although her car surname is slightly worse than the other party. But with her skillful cornering skills, she narrowed the gap with the other party little by little, and gradually showed signs of surpassing.

The whistling of the car got closer and closer, and Meng Nan shrank into the shadows again. At this time, Long Aotian suddenly roared.

"The dragon wags its tail!"

Long Aotian jumped onto the track suddenly, and the light fists of his hands danced with gorgeous light and shadow, frozen in a posture of turning around and shaking his hands.

But soon, Long Aotian, who was immersed in the fictional world of Kaxiu, felt that the atmosphere was not right. The two cars were rapidly approaching themselves at an astonishing speed.

Although the intensity of perception was good, Long Aotian's reaction was too slow, and looking at the two cars that were roaring, he was completely stunned and didn't dare to move.

Looking at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of her, Su Yan'er stepped on the brakes fiercely, lifted the steering handle upward, and the car flew out diagonally to the side in a rolling attitude.

But a cloud of surprise appeared on the tall boy's face, he ignored Long Aotian, who was already stunned, and continued to speed up!

Seeing that Long Aotian was about to be hit by a high-speed car, a black shadow pounced out from the side, knocking Long Aotian to the ground, rolling him on the ground a few times, narrowly avoiding the impact of the car.

"Woo woo woo ......" Long Aotian was in Meng Nan's arms, and suddenly cried bitterly.

After all, he was just a teenager, and the almost mortal situation just now had completely shattered his pride, Meng Nan patted him and comforted him a few words, and when he stood up, he found that the car had stopped, and the red-haired girl named Yan'er was staring at himself and Long Aotian with an angry face.

At the same time, the flash car driven by the tall man also successfully reached the end point, he whistled proudly, drove the car, and paddled a variety of trajectories in front of Meng Nan and the others.

"Yan'er, I am willing to lose the bet!" The tall man jumped out of the car, and on his fair face, a pair of small linear eyes blinked triumphantly.

"Spich!" Yan'er stomped her foot heavily, stretched out her hand, and pointed at Meng Nanlong Aotian and the tall man with slightly trembling fingertips.

"Bian Liancheng, you are cheating! These two people, are you not arranged in advance! ”

"Who knows these two doglegs." The tall man looked at Meng Nan and the two of them in security clothes with disdain, and turned his head to stare at Yan'er.

"Yan'er, you don't want to repay the debt, do you! Tut-tut, our princess of the car, can't you afford to lose? ”

"Spich!" Long Aotian cursed in a low voice, glaring at this guy who almost killed him just now, and a light condensed between his hands.

An irresistible force pulled Long Aotian behind. Meng Nan had a lazy smile on his face and walked up slowly.

"Allow me to interject, you two, that it is a good virtue recognized by the Federation to be willing to gamble and lose. Therefore, I support this gentleman, and if he wins, he will take his own prize, this is the real man! ”

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