Fog Era

In the straight-line acceleration immediately, I saw Mrs. Shaoyao suddenly pressing a small red button, and a blue flame burst out of the locomotive's exhaust pipe. Then Mrs. Shaoyao's locomotive rushed out like a rocket, taking the lead and riding the dust.

There are many modified cars like her, a total of seven or eight cars rushed out with fire-breathing buttocks. Every second counts in the race, especially street riders who don’t pay too much attention to it. If they can modify it, they can refit, if they can break out, they will break out. Take the opportunity first.

In just one start, Shi Tiexin fell to the 11th position, and was actually in the middle and lower reaches of all sixteen riders.

I don't know what the intention is, the dead fire's men immediately began to yell in the crowd.

"Look, the Black Lord is actually behind?"

"I said this guy is not good. If you win a few people, you will be arrogant, bah!"

"A lot of big talk, no fart skills,'Black Venerable' has to be renamed'Black Pig' this time~"

But A Fei and the others did not have a rush of arguing this time. Is sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai.

I have been practicing with Shi Tiexin for the past two days, so that these boys are very clear in their hearts. It's not a big deal to be behind at the start, this time has a long schedule, and there is ample and even extravagant time enough for the boss to leave them far away.

The old car is heavier. Although the start acceleration is very strong in the conventional car, it is still worse than the modified car. But the most amazing thing about the boss is not in the straight line, and the core of the motorcycle race is not in the straight line, but in the corners.

And when it comes to cornering...

"Look, I turned the first one!"

"Mrs. Peony is the first one, and Tokyo Wolf is second. Yes, their posture is good, and the speed control is very good."

"Look at the back-why did the dead-fire car shake? Is it crushing something?"

"The dead-fire posture is not very good, but the locomotive performs well."

The onlookers looked at the big screen and were making comments, and then there was a series of sounds.

"Look~~slot~~!"

"Look~~slot~~!"

"Look~~slot~~!"

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It's so neat and uniform, not because of anything else, but because Shi Tiexin made a corner.

The driver in front of him wanted to look back while he was bending and controlling his speed.

I never thought that the rumbling sound was still in my head at the last moment, but the next moment was in my ears. Before he turned his head, he was already around the front forehead. When I turned around, I saw only one rear light. The light flashed flexibly, and it overtook the car ahead and squeezed directly to the ninth position.

"Wardday! Why is the Black Lord so stable and flexible when cornering?"

"He doesn't even brake? Can Newton's coffin board still hold it down?"

ALFY really wants to take another sentence-I'm sorry, our boss is cornering, most downshifts, and never brakes.

These days, Shi Tiexin does not simply run a race to finish. Any kind of competition requires sweat and effort. Any kind of cultivation technique also requires long-term practice and familiarity. Although the basic driving skills improve quickly, there is no expert to bring points after all. It is a heart technique that needs to be practiced all by oneself.

Every day, Shi Tiexin would run a curve until the middle of the night. In the security control zone of their gang, these roads were brushed countless times by him. Just yesterday, with his own cultivation, the basic driving skills have been improved to a profound level. The road prompts are clearer, the night assistance is more complete, and the map guidance is more concise.

These are not the most important, the most important is that in repeated practice, he finally became familiar with the performance and details of this black Zun. When everything understands clearly in the mind, Shi Tiexin was finally able to fully play the special effects of speed gain +7% and flexibility gain +14%.

Furthermore, this gain is not a gain compared to a qualified or a good one, but a special modified gain of the same level of sophistication, compared to ordinary basic driving skills. Just like Basic Fist Technique is profound, Shi Tiexin's fists are more lethal than other people's fists.

Under this gain, this is almost a difference in rank.

More stable and flexible, giving the driver a stronger driving confidence, so this Shi does not brake when cornering. At most, it means to downshift when entering the corner, and properly show respect for centrifugal force.

Of course, downshift, just overtaking. The best overtaking line doesn't care much about anything. If others are willing to block in the overtaking lane on the inside, just block it. Anyway, it's like a tortoise crawling dullly, and the meaning of turning a little is passed.

cultivation, that is, act wilfully.

So Shi Tiexin flashed left and right like a yellow cloth little brother who was sending a courier to avoid a pedestrian aunt. The heavy and huge black locomotive drew a few arcs like a ballet. More than a few in an instant.

At the next turn, he shook his face with centrifugal force again, and passed a few more times.

This thrilling overtaking made the people waiting at the corner dumbfounded, and there was a continuous sound of "fuck" in the live camera. The crowd of onlookers in front of the screen also maintained their formation, and they were "fucked" in response.

"Look, I'm going out of the mountain!"

"The Black Lord has already passed the sixth place-fifth, no, fourth! God, it's fourth! Fame!"

"I almost touched the dead fire's ass!"

"This is only a fifth of the journey, and the Black Venerable will not beat for ten seconds, right? ?"

"It is said that Black Venerable wins start in 30 or 40 seconds."

"Don't talk, don't talk, look, there is a straight road ahead!"

Swish, dashed the curve like lightning, and the front suddenly opened up, and it was a big straight road leading to Tokyo. The big straight road is the craziest acceleration field for motorcycles. The curve is the core, and the straight is the soul.

The first place is still Mrs. Shaoyao. After hearing the little brother's announcement in her earphones, she knew that Shi Tiexin had caught up. "Damn..." glanced at the pressurized gas, it was fine, the pressure tank was filled again. Mrs. Shaoyao observed the road conditions, stabilized the body, and then suddenly pressed the pressurizing button.

Hu hu, hu hu, blue flames burst out from the exhaust pipe, Madam Shaoyao's straight line speed soared, her arms almost couldn't catch the handlebars, and she rushed away with a swish.

When other drivers saw it, they did the same. The roar of the engine suddenly became hysterical. The exhaust pipes emitted flames, and the locomotives seemed to be horizontally launched rockets along the straight. Began to speed up frantically.

xiū xiū xiū, one after another locomotives passed by, Shi Tiexin fell to the eighth place again.

The dead brothers were resurrected all of a sudden, and began to speak out again.

A Fei glanced irritably at those little brothers, and felt that this group of people was really noisy, but he was definitely not worried about being worried.

Do you know what an eight-cylinder engine is?

The weight of the old locomotive may indeed be a bit too large, which causes the instantaneous acceleration at the start to be poor for those modified cars. But to talk about the stamina, especially the acceleration from 200 per hour and then upwards, it is absolutely unambiguous at all.