Godly Dragon Guard

Qiao Xing admitted that Shen Lang was very good at racing, but not everyone was good at racing. He, Qiao Xing, was the first to refuse to accept that Shen Lang was good at racing.

Wang Zhipeng and Ling Tianyou exchanged a few words and then walked away. They were not familiar with each other in the first place.

The guy Ling Tianyou was most dissatisfied with was Wang Zhipeng. Although he had never beaten Wang Zhipeng in regular races, ever since he saw Shen Lang's thrilling drifting technique on the street, he had devoted himself to training his driving skills. Even if you can master that gorgeous and superb technique one day.

Ye Xingkong made a call to Shen Lang. Shen Lang was coming soon, and she was looking forward to it.

Liu Tienan stepped forward and said in Qiao Xing's ear: "Brother Xing, that boy Shen Lang is really evil. Let's... let's keep a low profile this time!"

"Damn, it's useless! Why do you have to keep a low profile? I have to show him a high profile!" Qiao Xing cursed with an annoyed look on his face.

Liu Tienan touched his nose. Anyway, he was frightened by Shen Lang, and he couldn't stop Qiao Xing if he wanted to die.

The fact that Shen Lang beat him up has always been a scar in Qiao Xing's heart. Qiao Xing wanted to take revenge, but felt that he could not defeat Shen Lang, and he was unwilling to do so.

"Hmph, I want to see what strength that boy has!" Qiao Xing said with a face filled with resentment.

Not long after, the sound of an engine sounded again on the mountain road in the distance, but this time the sound of the engine was a little weird.

"Beep beep!" The engine sound was very loud.

Shen Lang was wearing a black jacket and was riding a black Harley motorcycle. He made a beautiful 90-degree brake and steadily stopped the Harley at the entrance of Qiu Ming Mountain...

"Hey, I thought it was some kind of good car, but it turned out to be a broken Harley." Seeing the motorcycle parked not far away, Qiao Xing sneered with disdain.

A group of gangsters from Heixiang Technical School also laughed.

Although Harley is the king of motorcycles, it is just a motorcycle. No matter how powerful a motorcycle is, can it be stronger than these sports cars?

Except for the Wuling Hongguang driven by Liu Tienan and the gangsters from Heixiang Technical School, any car present could be replaced by seven or eight Harleys like this. Therefore, the audience did not pay attention to the future people at all, and thought they were just spectators coming to watch the event. .

Ye Xingkong walked over quickly, followed by Ye Chen and Ling Tianyou.

"Shen Lang, you are here."

Shen Lang nodded slightly, looked at the dazzling lights around him, and couldn't help but grin: "This is quite a grand occasion."

"You are Mr. Shen Lang. Hello, hello. My name is Ling Tianyou, and I am Xingkong's cousin!" Ling Tianyou walked forward excitedly and shook hands with Shen Lang, as if he was seeing his idol.

"Hello." Shen Lang also shook hands politely, although he didn't know why the other party was so excited.

"Hello, Mr. Shen." Ye Chen also stepped forward to say hello to Shen Lang.

The few of them chatted for a while, and Ye Xingkong asked: "Shen Lang, didn't you drive here?"

"No, this is my car." Shen Lang pointed to the black Harley beside him.

The three of them couldn't help but be stunned. Ye Xingkong said at a loss of whether to laugh or cry: "Shen Lang, it is against the regulations to drive a motorcycle in this kind of event."

"Can't you? I still want to drive here for fun." Shen Lang felt it was a pity. He thought it was a fun drag racing competition, but he didn't expect it to be a regular event.

"Shen Lang, if you don't have a car, I can lend you my car." Ye Xingkong said immediately.

Shen Lang shook his head: "No need, someone will bring me a car."

It's still early now, Li Fei shouldn't arrive so soon.

"Ling Tianyou, is this the Shen Lang you are talking about? He doesn't even have a car. Is he here to make a joke?" Wang Zhipeng walked over and said with a sarcastic face.

Wang Zhipeng thought that Shen Lang, whom Ling Tianyou said was very powerful, turned out to be such a rookie. It was really a joke.

Ling Tianyou glanced at Wang Zhipeng and sneered: "Wang Zhipeng, you don't need to worry about this. You will know when the game starts."

"Hmph." Wang Zhipeng didn't even look at Shen Lang. He felt that talking to Shen Lang was really disrespecting his status as the captain of the Paradise Team.

Shen Lang felt disgusted in his heart. These self-righteous racing drivers really thought they were car gods.

At this moment, Qiao Xing also walked over, followed by Liu Tienan and a group of gangsters from Heixiang Technical School.

"It's so shabby, Shen Lang. Since you participated in the competition, you don't even have a decent car. Hahaha, don't tell me that you want to use this broken Harley motorcycle to win against luxury supercars like us, right?" Qiao Xing said with disdain, naturally he would not miss the opportunity to ridicule Shen Lang.

"Hahaha!"

A group of gangsters from Heixiang Technical School laughed, and Liu Tienan also smiled symbolically. He really didn't want to offend Shen Lang again.

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Who said a motorcycle can't beat a sports car? Qiao Xing, you forgot the pain before the scar healed. Is your skin itchy again?"

Qiao Xing looked a little ugly and said coldly: "Huh, Shen Lang, just continue to be rampant. We will see how embarrassed you are later! Trying to beat a sports car with a broken motorcycle is simply a fool's dream!"

"Don't believe it? Let's have a competition. Start from here and circle around Qiu Ming Mountain to see who comes first." Shen Lang shrugged and said.

"A simple competition isn't fun, why don't we raise a bet if you have the guts?" Qiao Xing smiled, thinking that this guy is really an idiot. How dare a broken motorcycle compete with his Bugatti Veyron?

But since Shen Lang proposed it, Qiao Xing would not let this opportunity pass by.

"Okay, how do you want to bet?" Shen Lang shrugged indifferently, but sneered in his heart. A piece of trash like Qiao Xing dared to compete with him. He was really looking for death.

"Okay!" Qiao Xing sneered: "Whoever loses will kneel down and kowtow!"

"Qiao Xing, don't go too far! Shen Lang is driving a motorcycle, this is so unfair." Ye Xingkong stepped forward and frowned.

Although she knew that Shen Lang's driving skills were quite good, there was no comparison between a motorcycle and a top-notch sports car. This was an unfair competition in itself.

"What? Don't you dare?" Qiao Xing smiled contemptuously: "If you think I'm bullying you with my sports car, we can just let you drive for half a minute and then we will chase you. If you don't even dare to compare... ...Haha, I really don’t know if you are still a man!”

The section of Qiu Ming Mountain is only about five kilometers. If Shen Lang is allowed to drive for half a minute, he can only drive one kilometer at most. If he chases after him, he will definitely be able to catch up. Qiao Xing is full of confidence, just to stimulate Shen Lang to agree.

Ye Xingkong kept her mouth shut. It was hard for her to speak about something like this that was related to a man's dignity.

Shen Lang chuckled and said, "It's not necessary to start first, but I want to add another bet."

"Just say it!" Qiao Xing shouted coaxingly. (To be continued)