Mei Qian itself is very Buddhist. I want to set out with the disabled people, push the wheelchair slowly, 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 pedal of Mei Qian's wheelchair got stuck on Mo Wanrou's rear bumper.

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 defense line.

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 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 wicked smile appeared on his face, and his mental power 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 stick 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 filled with fierceness.

"As a real man, even if I die, I will never throw away the fishing rod in my 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 the legendary saying that one pole is passed down to three generations, and no one is still around 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 wheelchair church members 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 one after another, took out various items and threw them at Ren Jie.

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 a piece of fruit, no matter what you throw it over, everything will be cut into two.

Behind Ren Jie, Chu Sheng, who was chasing after him so hard, was so tired that he stuck out his tongue.

Everything 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 color.

If you sweat a little more, you will become hard after a while.

At this moment, Ren Jie was having a great time chopping, when he saw a black thing flying over. He slashed at it, and the thing was immediately cut off.

The black liquid exploded immediately, burning Ren Jie's body.

Face.

(???ˉ??? Yi??ˉ???) "Pah wow ~ bah bah bah, 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 with ink spots. All that was left was 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...

(???????口??????) "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhinging" "Oh my god!"

"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?

I saw Ren Jie immediately adjust the burning direction, pull the wheelchair directly, cross the blockade defense line from the sky, and rush to the front of the wheelchair church members.

Then he pointed his big hand at the ground:

"Frostfall? The art of slippery tiu!"

For a moment, the endless cold air condensed, turning the road into a surface of ice as smooth as a mirror.

The wheelchairs of the main force of the Wheelchair Church began to slide as soon as they hit the ice, drifted and spun around wildly, crashed into a ball, and fell to pieces, and the defense line was broken on the spot.

I saw Ren Jie catching up with Tao Yaoyao in one breath, grabbing her little head, and smearing 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 even with his own nuclear power accelerating the wheelchair and with the addition of telekinesis?

You obviously didn't wake up a few days earlier than me, how come you are 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 man and wheelchair jumped up and crossed the icy and snowy road.

"Ahahaha~ Brother Jie! Don't even think about getting rid of me, you, the championship can only be mine!"

"Demonization activated? Bomb demon!"

"Detonation engine? Fire!"

Chu Sheng was seen holding his hands back, and violent explosions continued to erupt from 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.

"Ahahaha~ Brother Jie, you didn't expect it, did you? I saw your rocket engine jet, and I was not idle either. I wonder if you have heard of a 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 pulled Mei Qian and the other two people behind them and chased after them.

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 and was thrown out on the spot. It crashed through the guardrail and disappeared without a trace.

The wheelchairs of the two of them slid on the ice for a long time before stopping.

Mo Wanrou's veins throbbed 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 at this moment, 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!"
Chapter completed!