Fan Xinhong also sees Yan Tao’s drift in his eyes.

  He is a professional racer. It can be seen that Yan Tao's drift is very beautiful. Even if he did it, he might not be able to do so cleanly.

  Fan Xinhong squinted his eyes: Did this kid really invite a master?

  Unfortunately, no matter how high a master is, he can’t pass his level!

  He smiled coldly and deliberately slowed down at a distance of 100 meters from the next corner. When Yan Tao came to catch up, he slammed the steering wheel to the right, and the whole body hit the Ferrari.

"boom!"

  The powerful collision force hit, and Qi Dong almost jumped up. He grabbed the handle tightly and was frightened. Fan Xinhong didn't intend to give them a chance to breathe at all. He manipulated the body and bumped into him again and again.

  Qi Dong's head touched the glass of the car, and it was so painful that he yelled, and when he looked at the car, the door of the car was knocked and deformed. He wanted to speak, but he was so overwhelmed that he couldn't speak.

  It's just shivering with a headache.

  Young Master Yan was still sitting firmly in the driving position, looking sideways, Fan Xinhong triumphantly brought a vicious face into her eyes, and she raised her good-looking brows.

  啧.

  Is this going to be more cruel than Lao Tzu?

  The young man’s jade face was embarrassing, his plain-white finger tapped on the edge of the steering wheel, and he grinned.

  The smile is misty and misty, like the clouds on the Changbai Mountain, and there is a cool and cold feeling in the entanglement.

  When Fan Xinhong collided with him again, the boy also slammed the steering wheel violently, and the whole car crashed into Maserati.

   "Boom!"

Yan Tao didn’t hit him. Once he hit it, the door of the co-pilot was swaying. Fan Xinhong never expected that this seemingly thin boy would have such an ability to precisely control the car. Unprepared, the car moved to the left with its inertia. .

  Beside the driveway is a guardrail. Under the guardrail, you can't hear the sound of falling stones.

  Fan Xinhong looked at others flustered and frightened, feeling like a **** of death, in control of others' lives, proud and arrogant.

  When it was his turn, he was more flustered and frightened than them, scared out of cold sweat, and didn't even want to step on the brake, for fear that he would fall over the guardrail.

  Master Yan raised his eyebrows so cold, stepped on the accelerator, and walked away.

   rushed out several tens of meters before Qi Dong came to a sense of relief, clutching his chest, his voice still trembling, "Fuck! Yan Tao, you just blasted the sky!"

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  Can the crazy lion on the road be crushed like this the first time I drive?

   is simply TM, it’s crazy!

  Qi Dong felt that he had never been so proud of himself!

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

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

  Unable to touch the opponent, Fan Xinhong simply abandoned this road and rushed directly to victory!

  Super corners, his special skills.

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

  Three corners.

  TM, instead of surpassing the opponent, he was dropped several tens of meters!

  He was so angry that he couldn't believe it was true. He slammed his fist on the steering wheel, "Mom! How did this kid do it?!"

  Qi Dong is also asking the same question.

After most of the track, Yan Tao was holding the winning ticket. There was no expression on the handsome face of the young man. She lightly raised her lower lip, "It's nothing, I calculated the most suitable speed and position in a short time. The result is all known. You will naturally win."