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Latest website: Xu Cheng is a serious person.

In addition, his current physical talent for practicing martial arts is extremely good.

In just two hours, he has been extremely proficient in the practice of falling leaf boxing in the yard.

This is still he deliberately suppressed, and some actions deliberately pretended not to understand.

At the beginning, Shen Xinyue was still aside as a guide for others.

Sometimes the little girl leaned into Xu Cheng's arms to help him stand up, and the lush and vigorous young girl's aura made Xu Cheng feel that his blood surging faster.

When Xu Cheng practiced a few more times, the little girl had no interest in pointing.

With her martial arts cultivation skills, there is nothing to point Xu Cheng to.

In the small courtyard, Xu Cheng practiced Luoyequan one by one, while Shen Xinyue, who was bored, wandered around.

"Boom—"

"Boom—"

Outside the Budo Hall, a roar sounded.

Shen Xinyue's eyes lit up, and he hurried to the door, tore open the door, and then put his head out of the door.

Outside the door, two-wheeled and double-handled locomotives flashed by with tail flames.

The speed is so fast that it brings out a whirlwind.

For a long time, until the roar was far away, the little girl paced back with regret.

"That is the Spirit Oil Locomotive?" Xu Cheng looked at her and asked.

Xu Cheng, a car powered by spiritual oil, has already seen it, and Shen Mingzhu's big four-wheel drive has also been closely watched.

This is the first time I have seen a spirit oil locomotive capable of traveling through the desert at such a fast speed.

The shape of the car is similar to that of the motorcycle of the earth age, but the driving force is significantly stronger.

"Well, that was the fleet of Dongyue City just now. They are training." The little girl opened her mouth with a look of yearning.

"If only I could have such a locomotive."

Little stars flashed in the little girl's eyes.

Xu Cheng smiled softly.

Who hasn't been a young man who chased the wind...

"Hey, today is the last day of the locomotive exhibition in the city." Shen Xinyue sat down on the stone lock with a depressed face, and stretched his legs out of nowhere.

"If it weren't for practicing with you, I..." The little girl pouted.

Hearing her words, Xu Cheng tidied up his clothes and said, "Go, I will accompany you to see this motorcycle show."

He was a little curious about the driving of the spirit oil locomotive, and it would be nice if he could observe it up close.

Watching the motorcycle show?

Shen Xinyue looked up at Xu Cheng very moved, and then his eyes darkened.

"Um, tickets are required to watch the motorcycle show, and the cheapest is five yuan a ticket."

A ticket for five yuan is not cheap anymore, and the meat that was eaten yesterday was only eighteen yuan.

Many low-level warriors in this city earn less than ten yuan a day.

"Didn't your sister leave you ten dollars? Didn't we both buy tickets just right?" Xu Cheng reached out and pulled the little girl up.

"That's, that's for food..."

"You can't die if you don't eat a meal."

"My sister is back..."

"We said we had it."

...

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The locomotive show is a locomotive arena in the city.

This is a place specially arranged for locomotive races.

For the residents of desert cities, the light and extremely fast spirit oil locomotives are extremely attractive.

It takes several blocks from the Pearl Martial Arts Hall to the motorcycle show.

There was no extra money to take the bus, and there was no wallet car to go. It took the two of them more than an hour to walk to the locomotive arena.

It was already noon, and there were not many people outside the stadium.

Shen Xinyue went to the window to buy two tickets, and then led Xu Cheng into the venue.

"Wow--"

"Smart one-three-five!" As soon as she entered the venue, the little girl immediately yelled in excitement, and then rushed to the side of a locomotive not far away.

"Five gears speed up, the maximum power is 135 Ling, and the speed can reach 300 kilometers per hour." The little girl stretched out her hand to stroke the dark locomotive, and the little girl whispered excitedly.

The strength of a spirit is about 30 jin, which is the smallest stone lock weight.

Three thousand spirits, body refining and transformation.

The martial arts practitioners can have three thousand spiritual powers, and they will begin to transform into the spiritual martial realm practitioners.

Xu Cheng looked down at the power unit under the locomotive.

Netherweave?

His heart moved.

Although it is covered by decorative patterns, those lines with a touch of spiritual energy are not the simplest patterns?

Is there still use of spirit patterns in this world?

In other words, the inheritance of Taoism in this realm is not really extinct?

"Wow--"

"Floating Shadow--"

The little girl has ran to the other side.

"Wind Chaser!"

"Oh my God, the true value of the tickets this time!"

...

Xu Cheng followed Shen Xinyue and saw that every locomotive was powered by spiritual lines. The difference between the powers lies in the number and arrangement of spiritual lines.

After seeing a few locomotives, Xu Cheng has more doubts in his mind.

In Xu Cheng's opinion, the spiritual patterns of those expensive locomotives with a price tag of nearly 100,000 yuan are still extremely superficial.

If he is allowed to take action and modify a few places at random, at least the speed and handling of the locomotive can be increased by several levels.

"Boom—"

There was a roar from outside the wide glass window.

Xu Cheng turned his head to see that there were several locomotives on the track over there that had already started.

"Quick! Machine car race!" Shen Xinyue rushed out impatiently.

Xu Cheng shook his head and followed with a few steps.

On the curved locomotive track, seven or eight locomotives of various styles are chasing at speed.

Everyone who drives a locomotive wears special protective clothing and heavy helmets.

Xu Cheng glanced over, and the one in the front of the car should be a female motorcyclist.

"Wow! So fast!" Shen Xinyue squeezed a few steps forward, cheering in surprise.

It's noon, and there are not many people around the track.

"Boom—"

"Boom—"

...

The locomotive passed in front of Xu Cheng and the others at extreme speed. Xu Cheng's eyes flashed, clearly capturing the power-driven operation of the locomotive.

As he had guessed before, those spirit patterns supported the driving and handling of the locomotive.

The driving spirit pattern of the front locomotive is half more than the others, so the speed is one point faster.

It's just that this half of the spirit pattern is not enough to support the locomotive at full speed, and the balance and stability of control and power output are a bit worse than other locomotives.

The female motorcyclist controlled the locomotive solely by virtue of her skilled driving skills.

The locomotives of these competitions are much more powerful than those on the exhibition, so I don't know if they are modified or limited editions.

I guess the little girl doesn't understand it, right?

Xu Cheng smiled and looked at Shen Xinyue with his fist clenched beside him.

"Chasing Bai Rui, my idol, you must not lose!" Shen Xinyue waved her small fist, staring completely on the first locomotive.

Chasing light?

Bai Rui?

Xu Cheng turned his head and looked over. Seeing this locomotive that brought out a faint aura, he really had a sense of chasing light.

Suddenly, he frowned.

On the second locomotive only half the body of the chase light ~www.readwn.com~ the driver raised his arm.

An impenetrable black light fell on the light-following locomotive.

"Crack—"

The chasing light, which had already pulled the maneuverability to the extreme, was no longer under control, and the body was horizontally thrown out of the lane.

The direction that the chasing light flung out was the position where Shen Xinyue and Xu were established!

The speed of chasing light has already reached its extreme. At this time, the speed and power of throwing out of the lane are superimposed on the weight of the body and the driver, and the terrifying power directly smashes in front of the bewildered Shen Xinyue!

If this is smashed, the little girl will definitely be broken!

"Quickly get out of—"

The female motorcyclist on the locomotive exclaimed that she could no longer control the locomotive.

Xu Cheng frowned, then stepped forward, pulling Shen Xinyue into his arms with one hand, and quietly raising the other.