Chapter: 2

"Why am I here?"

"Aren't I going through a catastrophe?"

"Could it be... I'm back?"

"I was reborn by the Heavenly Tribulation's Nine Heavens Thunder?"

A tremor flashed in Zhang Han's eyes.

In Zhang Han's memory, five years ago, the Zhang family was one of the eight major families in Shangjing. Zhang Han's father was the head of the family at that time, so Zhang Han was not afraid of anything. The younger sister died, and the second uncle Zhang Ming served as the head of the family, but he couldn't stop the loneliness of the Zhang family.

Zhang Han was hit hard at the time, thinking that his family members were murdered, and began to privately investigate Zhang Ming, who had always hated his father, but was discovered by him, and Zhang Han had offended many people before, and was eventually kicked out of the Zhang family.

It has been five years now, Zhang Han refused to leave, and has been trying to find out the matter. The life is very hard but he has always persisted, until the Langxing Mountain incident.

I remember that when I was racing in the Langxing Mountain, I was seriously injured in an accident, lost both arms, and finally jumped off a cliff to commit suicide for five years. I did not expect to enter the world of comprehension by accident.

When he first came into contact with Immortal Cultivation, Zhang Han awakened his innate supernatural power - Wen Bao Nose, his nose can smell the breath of treasures within a certain range.

Relying on this supernatural power, for five hundred years, Zhang Han used all kinds of treasures to accumulate his cultivation to the extreme, and reached the stage of crossing the catastrophe. .

But who would have thought that when he crossed the catastrophe, he would be vulnerable to a single blow because of the unstable foundation of his essence.

"Why not five years ago?"

Zhang Han's expression raised a trace of loneliness.

Not fulfilling filial piety has always been the biggest regret in Zhang Han's heart. Before his relatives left, he was young and frivolous and ignorant, causing a lot of trouble for his father, and even said a lot of words that made his mother sad. .

All good filial piety comes first. Although Zhang Han said he was rebellious at the beginning, his love for his parents is no less than that of others.

Even after five hundred years of practice, there will always be a sentence in Zhang Han's mind:

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, the child wants to support but the relatives don't wait.

"Zhang Han!"

A cold voice interrupted Zhang Han's contemplation, and when he looked up, he saw Liu Feng looking at him coldly.

"Five years ago, you drove me out of Shangjing! Today, five years later, my Los Angeles car king, Liu Feng, is back, but you, Zhang Han, are not as good as a dog! Remember, today, I, Liu Feng, let you, Zhang Han, come out sideways. Capital!"

"Oh, so powerful?" Zhang Han refused in surprise: "Then I won't compare."

Liu Feng was taken aback for a moment, and his facial muscles trembled, as if he had been punched in the air, making him uncomfortable.

"Zhang Han! I'm giving you some credit for this race." Liu Feng shook the Ferrari car key in his hand and said, "As long as you beat me, this car will be yours."

"Then I will be too kind." Zhang Han said with a smile on his face.

"Ah."

Liu Feng sneered, and raised his hands to tell everyone in his skills: "Set up the screen!"

After the words fell, the people behind them set up several TV screens, and at the same time, remote-controlled planes were set up all over Langxing Mountain. When the screens were turned on, the footage from the remote-controlled planes was transmitted back one by one, reflecting the entire track of Langxing Mountain.

"Get ready to start!"

Liu Feng secretly nodded to the fat man in glasses behind the Ford Mustang, and got into the Ferrari.