Chapter 501

Fan Xinhong also sees Yantao's drift at the bottom of his eyes.

He is a professional racing driver. You can see that Yantao's drift is very beautiful. I'm afraid he can't do it so neatly.

Fan Xinhong narrowed his eyes: did the boy really invite an expert?

Unfortunately, no matter how high the master is, he can't pass this level!

With a cold smile, he deliberately slowed down 100 meters from the next corner. When Yan Tao caught up, he suddenly turned the steering wheel to the right, and the whole body hit Ferrari.

"Bang!"

The powerful impact force hit, and Qi Dong almost jumped up. He grabbed the handle and was frightened. Fan Xinhong didn't intend to give them a chance to breathe. He controlled the car body and hit it again and again.

Qi Dong's head hit the glass of the car and he screamed with pain. Looking at the car, the doors were knocked out of shape. He wanted to speak, but he was knocked out of his mouth.

I only shiver with a headache.

Young master Yan still sat firmly in the driver's seat and looked sideways. Fan Xinhong proudly came into view with some vicious faces, and her good-looking eyebrows raised.

Tut.

Is this to be more cruel than me?

The young jade face was full of evil spirits. The white fingertips knocked on the edge of the steering wheel, and Shuer hooked his lips and smiled.

The smile is as misty as smoke, like the clouds on the Changbai Mountain. It is cool and cold in the dense.

When fan Xinhong hit again, the teenager also hit the steering wheel wildly, and the whole car crashed into Maserati.

"Bang!"

If Yan Tao didn't hit it, the whole co pilot's door was shaky. Fan Xinhong never thought that this seemingly thin teenager had the ability to accurately control the car. Out of guard, the car moved to the left along the inertia.

Next to the driveway is the guardrail. There are thousands of cliffs under the guardrail. You can't hear the sound of stones falling down.

When fan Xinhong looked at others flustered and afraid, he felt like a god of death, controlling others' lives, proud and arrogant.

When it was their turn, they were more flustered and scared than them. They were covered in cold sweat. They didn't want to step on the brake for fear that they would fall over the guardrail.

Young master Yan raised his eyebrows with cold, stepped on the accelerator and left.

After rushing out for tens of meters, Qi Dong calmed down and covered his jumping chest with a trembling voice, "shit! Yantao, you're blowing the sky!"

艹.

Can you crush the crazy lion on the road like this the first time you drive?

It's fucking crazy!

Qi Dong felt that he had never been so proud!

Yantao lightly raised his eyebrows and looked at the road behind him from the rearview mirror.

Fan Xinhong is a professional racing driver in the end. His psychological quality is not covered. Although he was confused by Yantao, he soon adjusted and continued to step on the accelerator to catch up.

Unable to touch each other, fan Xinhong simply abandoned this road and ran directly to victory!

He is good at turning corners.

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

Three corners.

TM, instead of surpassing each other, he was dropped tens of meters!

He was so angry that he couldn't believe it. He smashed his fist on the steering wheel, "Mom, how did this boy do it?!"

Qi Dong is asking the same question.

After more than half of the track, Yan Tao was in control of the winning ticket. There was no expression on the handsome young face. She lightly picked her lower lip, "nothing. I calculated the most appropriate speed and position in a short time. As a result, you will win naturally."