Mei Qian himself is very Buddhist and wanted to set out with the disabled people, slowly push the wheelchair and enjoy the scenery along the way.
I even wanted to make friends with them, but I was hesitant. They were already in wheelchairs. It was miserable enough. If I went up to talk to them, they might not just be in wheelchairs.
While he was hesitating, Jiang Jiuli and Mo Wanrou had already rushed out. Unfortunately, the front pedals of Mei Qian's wheelchair got stuck on Mo Wanrou's rear bar.
When the two rushed out, they took Mei Qian out with them, and were forced to join the fast and furious competition.
On the other side, the competition among the Pioneers was particularly fierce. Tao Yaoyao clung to the first position and was far ahead. Behind her, the main force of the Wheelchair Church drove various modified wheelchairs and blocked the track.
A moat was formed, and no wheelchair could break through their defenses.
The first one to catch up with the vanguard was Emperor He Qiang. With his excellent fishing skills, he narrowed the gap, but was stopped by the defense line.
I saw He Qiang bite his steel teeth:
"Don't even try to stop me!"
The lure rod in his hand was aimed at Tao Yaoyao who was in the front, and he swung the rod over. The fishhook was about to hit the handle of her fighting chair.
But Tao Yaoyao has awakened his mind power at least, so how can he not know what will happen next?
A smirk appeared on his face, and his telepathy suddenly bloomed like a tide.
As if possessed by an evil spirit, the fishhook drew a strange arc in the air and was hung on a lamppost on the side of the road, with a deadbolt attached.
He Qiang:? ? ?
Now he faces two choices, one is to abandon the pole to save his life, the other is to hold on for dear life.
Without any hesitation, He Qiang directly tightened his grip on the fishing rod in his hand, his eyes full of ruthlessness.
"As a real man, even if you die, you will never throw away the fishing rod in your hand, never!"
The next moment, the fishing line bottomed out and the street lamp pole was pulled crooked.
He Qiang flew out of the wheelchair with a pole, and hit a street light pole. Then he slipped from the light pole and lay on the ground twitching, with a big vertical red mark on his face...
Maybe this is what the legend says, one stroke is passed down to three generations, and no one is left without a chair, right?
At this moment, Ren Jie also caught up, looking at the empty wheelchair on the side with a confused expression.
Driverless chair?
But no matter what, it’s about the majesty of being a brother.
"If you don't get out of the way, don't blame me for being rude!"
The members of the Wheelchair Church seemed to be in trouble, and they all became vigilant.
Someone immediately roared:
"Ren Zha is catching up. He's here to work. No matter what, he can't let him pass. He will threaten our position as president!"
"Throw it to me!"
So everyone opened their backpacks, took out various items and threw them at Ren Jie.
Like banana peels, plastic bags, coffee cups, eggs, crumpled toilet paper, mineral water bottles, just throw them away.
Ren Jie's face turned dark. Is this a wheelchair racing competition or a go-kart obstacle race?
Don’t you know that throwing objects at high speed is dangerous?
And what kind of things were lost?
Did you bring your own garbage bags?
Not only that, there were even those who threw sand and cement dust, which brought sportsmanship to the extreme.
Just throwing sand around for fun, right?
I saw Ren Jie without saying a word, holding the blazing blade in his hand and slashing with the knife, even standing on a wheelchair.
Just like cutting up fruit, no matter what you throw at it, everything will break into two.
Behind Ren Jie, Chu Sheng, who was chasing after him so hard, was so tired that he stuck out his tongue.
The things that Ren Jie cut in half fell on him. In a short time, he had eaten three egg shells, four pieces of toilet paper, half a kilogram of sand and cement, and his face had changed.
If you sweat a little more, you will become hard after a while.
At this moment, Ren Jie was enjoying his chops when he saw a black thing flying over. He slashed at it and the thing was immediately cut off.
The black liquid exploded immediately, covering Ren Jie's face.
(ꐦщ̛¯͒щ̛ Yiщ̛¯͒щ̛) "Pah, pah, pah, pah, which bastard lost the ink? I C~%?...;# *'☆&℃!"
Ren Jie's face was really dark this time. Not only was his face covered with ink, but his body was covered in ink spots, leaving only his small white teeth...
Not to mention how embarrassed he looked.
Tao Yaoyao looked back and almost burst out laughing.
What was even more unfortunate was that all the ink bottles that were smashed by Ren Jie were scattered on Chu Sheng's body.
He didn't receive any of Po Tian's wealth, but he received all of Po Tian's ink.
It was everywhere on the body, face, and mouth, and even got into the eyes...
(ꐦʘ̆к̛щ̛口ʘ̆к̛щ̛) "Ahhh~ shady story! There is a shady story, damn! What blinded my eyes? Pfft~ splash!"
"You guys are too shady, aren't you? Wait! Wait for me to overtake you!"
Ren Jie is also anxious at this moment. If you don't use some means, you really can't tell the difference between the big and the big kings?
Ren Jie immediately adjusted the burning direction, pulled the wheelchair directly, crossed the blockade defense line from the sky, and rushed in front of the wheelchair church members.
Then he pointed his big hand at the ground:
"Shuangluo·Slippery TiU Technique!"
For a moment, the endless cold air condensed, turning the road into a surface of ice as smooth as a mirror.
As soon as the wheelchair of the main force of the Wheelchair Church hit the ice, it started to slide, drifted in circles wildly, crashed into a ball, and fell to pieces, and the defense line was broken on the spot.
Ren Jie caught up with Tao Yaoyao in one fell swoop, grabbed her little head, and smeared her face with his big painted face.
Apply it directly to look like a cat with a painted face.
"Jiejiejie~ Still want to get rid of your brother's clutches? No way~"
Tao Yaoyao couldn't help but pouted, couldn't he surpass my brother Di with his own nuclear power to accelerate the wheelchair and the push of his mind?
He clearly didn't wake up a few days earlier than me, how could he be so strong?
However, Chu Sheng did not give up. Looking at the large area of ice in front of him, he couldn't help roaring.
"Explosive impact!"
His hands went straight down and then exploded.
The person and the wheelchair jumped up and crossed the icy and snowy road.
"Ahahaha~ Brother Jie! Don't even think about getting rid of me. The championship can only be mine!"
"Demonization turned on·Bomb Demon!"
"Detonation engine·ignition!"
I saw Chu Sheng's hands back, and violent explosions continued to come out of his palms. With the shock wave of the explosion, he drove the wheelchair to accelerate forward, faster and faster.
He actually gradually caught up with the two brothers Ren Jie.
"Ah ha ha ha~ Brother Jie, you didn't expect it, did you? I saw your rocket engine jet, and I was not idle. I wonder if you have heard of the detonation engine. The thrust-to-weight ratio is even better than yours!"
Ren Jie gritted his teeth: "How can I let you surpass me? Then wouldn't I be worse than a beast?"
"Frost + burning = haze!"
I saw Ren Jie's hands, one with ice and the other with fire, violently clashing together. A huge amount of white mist suddenly appeared in the field. He was like a smoke-making machine, frantically creating white mist to block Chu Sheng's sight.
A new round of competition begins.
At this moment, Mo Wanrou and Jiang Jiuli followed closely behind Mei Qian and the others.
At this speed, it's impossible to stop when you see the ice.
He rushed directly onto the ice, skidded and drifted, and Mei Qian's wheelchair broke away from the team. He was thrown out on the spot, smashed through the guardrail and disappeared without a trace.
The two wheelchairs slid on the ice for a long time before stopping.
Mo Wanrou's veins popped up on her arms:
"Don't be afraid, Xiao Li. It's just ice. We can cross over and catch up with them in a minute!"
However, no matter how Mo Wanrou pushed it, the two wheels of the wheelchair were slipping wildly and could not move.
Jiang Jiuli looked fierce and drew out the star sword from his back.
"No matter what, I have to win against Ren Jie once!"
Mo Wanrou was startled: "You...what do you want to do?"
