The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 752

The yellow sand is rolling and the fire is raging.

The frame of the old bicycle quickly burned out.

The smell in the air dissipated in the desert wind.

But the shock will not dissipate.

Zhou Yang had to stand on the top of the **** casually, and the sunlight fell from behind him, lining him with a beautiful golden edge.

At this moment, Zhou Yang was like a god.

The immediate consequence was that Xiao Lingyun, who was halfway up the slope, made an operational error, and Bigfoot slowly slid down the sand slope, completely failing to rush the slope.

But no one paid attention to him.

A person who fails to drive a modified cross-country and a person who succeeds on a bicycle is not comparable in any way.

Stormy waves were set off in the hearts of Xiaohe and his friends.

They really didn't guess the ending.

"Xiaohe...this guy...isn't it Zhou Yang?" An off-road vehicle owner who had always doubted Zhou Yang's identity whispered his thoughts.

"Same name and surname, and they look alike... Is there such a coincidence?"

"If it's really my super star... I dare not think about it!"

The small group of Xiaohe went silent instantly.

This Zhou Yang and Bi Zhou Yang are the same people, and once such a bold idea appears, it can no longer be extinguished.

Before contacting Zhou Yang to kill a dozen militants alone, the possibility of this kind of speculation is increasing.

"Damn... I'll pretend to be hard!" He Man was itchy teeth.

Zhou Yang's hand shocked the audience.

Who dare to laugh at him?

However, for He Man, the real problem lies behind.

Zhou Yang had enough wind on the top of the slope, and seeing He Man, Xiaohe and others under the slope, he picked up a sandboard that he didn't know who belonged to him and stepped on it with his feet.

"That's not for that!" a woman reminded loudly, "You have to sit..."

The second half of the sentence stopped abruptly.

Because she saw that Zhou Yang was like surfing, stepping on the sandboard and snaking down the slope.

"Ah!" the crowd exclaimed.

The sand **** is too steep, nearly fifty degrees, even if you are sitting on a board and sliding, you may turn on your back, not to mention Zhou Yang is standing.

However, after only a few seconds, everyone was conquered.

Zhou Yang is very tall, with his hands open to help him maintain balance, his knees are slightly bent, and his posture is stretched gracefully.

As he swayed, the sand behind him was lifted up like water waves, and then fell down, beautifully beautiful.

Many people took out their phones and started taking pictures.

"So handsome!" several girls exclaimed with idiots.

"Nice!" A group of male car owners gave thumbs up with their back molars.

Who wouldn't like such a chic scene?

The faces of He Man and Xiao Lingyun were slightly pale.

It was originally Dapuer who gave Zhou Yang a good look, but he didn't expect that the opponent would not only fight back, but also step on them to continue to the upper position.

It's a big sloping track, and Zhou Yang is in the limelight. What's more, it's not driving.

Where to go for reason?

Xiao He under the slope, his hands tightly twisted together, held in front of his chest, breathing slightly.

Zhou Yang grabbed her attention tightly.

She didn't want to look away for a second.

Seeing Zhou Yang slid all the way in front of them and stepped on one foot, the sandboard jumped from the ground and was caught by Zhou Yang.

Then, he turned his head, waved at the girl above Shapo who had reminded him, and shouted, "Come on!"

In the next second, Zhou Yang launched the beyond-horizon aiming skill, grabbed one end of the sandboard with one hand, leaned back slightly, and stretched his arms to the extreme, just like the moment before a javelin thrower throws equipment.

"Ha!" Zhou Yang shouted violently, and his strength suddenly burst.

The sandboard has to rush high into the sky, and the sharp arrow flies to the top of the sand slope.

"Fuck me!" The crowd was uniform and exclaimed at the same time.

The sandboard is like a precision-guided missile. After rising straight to the highest point, it begins to fall towards the top of the sand slope.

Finally, he steadily inserted into the sand in front of the girl.

Because the force of entering the sand was too great, the tail of the sandboard kept trembling, and the surrounding sand began to flow.

"Boom boom boom..." The top of Shapo began to resonate.

"No, it's going to collapse!" I don't know who shouted, and the top of the **** immediately became a mess.

The organizer has taken a break for the Shapo site, and it stands to reason that there will be no problems.

But the sand pile is the same as the snow layer. Once resonance occurs, collapse is almost the only possibility.

"Hurry up!"

"Run!"

"Scatter on both sides!"

The top layer of gravel began to slide down, and the entire sand scouring track was shaking.

The car owners ran to the sides.

For a while, the atmosphere was tense and the scene was chaotic.

"It's a bit big..." Zhou Yang touched his nose, a little embarrassed.

He looked back, Xiao He and other people all looked at him dumbfounded.

The buddies are full of black lines.

Brother, you also know that you are a big player!

"I'll fix it!" Zhou Yang turned around and rushed towards the track that was collapsing.

"I'm going, this speed!" Everyone's eyes suddenly widened.

Zhou Yang was almost twice as fast as he was riding a bike, and a phantom appeared in people's field of vision, with yellow sand flying behind him.

When he came down the slope, the rumbling sand waves were sweeping towards him.

Although the bottom sand has been reinforced, the sand on the track is still very powerful.

Being buried underneath, life is gone.

Zhou Yang stretched forward with one hand, opened his five fingers, and with a lazy smile on the corner of his mouth, he shouted: "The wind is here!"

This kind of lines full of the second breath, Xiao He and others are full of black lines.

But the next second, everyone was shocked again.

The wind is really coming.

Zhou Yang's clothes flew forward abruptly.

A strong wind rose from behind Zhou Yang.

The gravel on the ground looked like a naughty child, and was blown to the sand slope.

In a blink of an eye, a small-scale sandstorm was formed in front of everyone.

Zhou Yang raised his hand, like the Feng Bo in the myth. His sleeves were old, his hair fluttered, and his momentum was wild.

With Zhou Yang's five meters behind as a boundary, there is no wind.

In front of Zhou Yang, the wall of sand was four to five meters high.

Can't even see the scenery on the opposite side.

What is even more bizarre is that the width of the wall of sand is exactly as wide as the racetrack.

The car owners on both sides will not be affected at all.

The sand wall pushed forward quickly and collided with the falling gravel.

"Huh!"

The wind stopped and the sand fell.

The track returned to calm.

It seems that the sand avalanche just now never happened.

The dust in the sky slowly fell to the ground.

Zhou Yang's indifferent face was revealed.

This time, even Xiao Lingyun was shocked.

"This guy... who is it?" Xiao Lingyun whispered to his surrounding partners.

Everyone shook their heads together.

"I think... he looks like Zhou Yang!" Suddenly, a partner whispered.

"Zhou Yang? Which Zhou Yang?"

"What do you mean? How many Zhou Yangs are there? Of course it is that super star!"

Xiao Lingyun suddenly felt ridiculous.

"You mean... I just challenged the guy who rode the flying cat to kill the rat tide?"

Everyone nodded vigorously.

At this moment, Zhou Yang smiled and walked to Xiao Lingyun and He Man.

"Am I winning?" Zhou Yang asked with a smile.

Although very reluctant, Xiao Lingyun nodded vigorously and said: "I wish to bet you lose, you win!"

Zhou Yang bent down, took a handful of sand, and sent it to He Man.

"It's up to you to eat!" Zhou Yang smiled.