Dragon Ball Guilty

Three cars with almost full power, sirens roaring, drove towards the front. Fortunately, the location of this driving school was chosen on a suburban mountain road away from the city center. Otherwise, with the driving skills of three people, it would be difficult for innocent people to be harmed.

"Oh!" In the passenger seat of Bic's green car, the female teacher responsible for teaching him let the strong wind blow her long hair, as if she was enjoying the stimulation, screaming loudly, listening to No fear at all.

The old man sitting next to Sun Wukong was unable to open his eyes due to the strong wind blowing in his face. He was desperately holding on to his seat belt, and his heart was overloaded.

As for the middle-aged man next to Feng Zi, he was already vomiting with an ugly face. He had been teaching others to drive for so many years, but this was the first time he met a guy as random as Feng Zi. It seems that Feng Ziyan is not afraid of traffic accidents such as the car hitting something or falling off a cliff...

"Pico and Wukong!" Feng Zi stared at the two leading people through the windshield in front of him. He had already stepped on the accelerator, but at the current speed, he couldn't overtake the two cars in front. .

Feng Zi has always been a competitive guy, so even if he is racing, he is not willing to lose to Sun Wukong and Piccolo, because he likes to be far ahead instead of being left behind by others.

"We have to find a way to pass them two!" Feng Zi controlled the steering wheel and turned towards the inner road, continuing to maintain a certain distance from the two cars in front. Although he was driving, his mind was thinking about ways to overtake.

The middle-aged man immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Feng Zi had successfully turned a big corner just now, because he didn't want to die with this madman.

"Yes!" Suddenly, Feng Zi's eyes flashed with cunning light, and the middle-aged man on one side looked at him in astonishment, with a bad premonition rising in his heart.

Feng Zi turned around and reminded the middle-aged man: "Sit tight, I'm going to speed up!"

"Accelerate?" The middle-aged man was stunned. He didn't know what Feng Zi was going to do. He only knew that the current speed was already the limit of the car.

Feng Zi threw his palm behind him, stared at the rearview mirror, smiled "hehe", and suddenly a bright purple light appeared in the palm of his hand.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened and he lost his voice: "What is this?"

"Boom!" Feng Zi didn't answer. The purple light in his hand expanded instantly, then turned into a beam of light and sprayed to the rear, just like the jet device of a car. The recoil generated by this force instantly increased the speed of the car. skyrocketing.

The middle-aged man next to Feng Zi was almost thrown out by the shock of the impact before he could react. Fortunately, the safety belt on his body tied him tightly. But even so, his forehead still hit the front glass with a bang.

The car turned into a purple lightning bolt, speeding along the track in the wilderness. Feng Zi roared excitedly. Even though he already knew that the accelerator was full, he still pressed it hard with his foot, trying to put all his strength into it!

At this moment, the car's tachometer pointer rotated rapidly, then made a strange sound and exploded instantly.

"Mr. Feng Zi, stop quickly!" The middle-aged man resisted the pain in his forehead, desperately pulled Feng Zi's clothes, and tried to dissuade him.

When Feng Zi saw his car catching up with Sun Wukong, of course he would not give up, so he said without looking back: "Shut up, I won't let anything happen to you!"

Sun Wukong was driving intently when he suddenly saw a purple image next to his car.

"Wukong, you are guilty!" Feng Zi drove his car with numerous scratches and drove side by side with Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong smiled and said: "Feng Zi, let's compete to see who can surpass Piccolo first!"

"Okay!" Feng Zi stopped talking nonsense. Just like the previous time, he pointed his palm behind his back and said, "Boom, boom, boom..." He continuously sent out Qigong waves of different intensities, and the car seemed to be long. Like losing its wings, it instantly disappeared from Sun Wukong's sight.

Sun Wukong was startled. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net He did not expect that Feng Zi would catch up through this method. He smiled bitterly: "This guy Feng Zi is really messing around."

"Mr. Sun Wukong, you can't be like him! This is against the traffic rules!" There was a hint of panic on the old man's wrinkled face, and he hurriedly reprimanded.

Sun Wukong smiled: "It doesn't matter, there is no one else here." After saying this, Sun Wukong suddenly grinned, and then pointed his palm towards the back of the car.

"You..." The old man looked at him angrily.

Sun Wukong's palm burst out with a blue beam of light, and the next second, his car left an afterimage in the wind, approaching Feng Zi's car.

At this time, Bick was driving his car comfortably while listening to music with a strong rhythm. The female teacher sitting next to him looked at Bick with an ambiguous look, and the latter felt uncomfortable all over.

Just when Piccolo proudly thought that he had pulled the two guys, Sun Wukong and Feng Zi, a long distance away, he saw two lights of different colors behind him, like chasing soldiers in the package of flying sand and rocks, coming from the left and right. Launched.

"What?" Piccolo was surprised to find that Feng Zi's car and Sun Wukong's car, in the midst of competing accelerations, actually left his car behind in a hurricane.

Piccolo's face looked a little ugly, and he said angrily: "These two guys..."

"You're actually cheating!"

Piccolo said this and actually displayed his unique skill. Demon King Penetrating Cannon!

Suddenly, the tachometer of Piccolo's car exploded and turned into a green trace, quickly chasing the two guys who used the same trick.

(I hope Mr. Oda, Mr. Akira Toriyama, and Mr. Kishimoto are all safe and sound.)