Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Ye Zhimei just woke up from a dream, and subconsciously, she put her hand in Zhang Yifeng's palm.

The familiar feeling, the warm palm, Ye Zhimei suddenly felt tears filling her eyes.

But she had ten thousand whys in her heart, why would he appear here? Has he been looking for himself?

If Zhang Yifeng didn't look for him, but met her, would it be what Buddhism calls fate?

Fate was destined to bring me and Zhang Yifeng together!

Just when Ye Zhimei was having complicated thoughts, a cold shout came: "Boy, who are you!"

This loud shout naturally came from Fang Zhen. He specially took Ye Zhimei out to show off, but was overtaken by this man who suddenly appeared. Who is this Shabi wearing a T-shirt from a street stall brand?

How dare you snatch a woman from his young master Zhen!

Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng looked at Fang Zhen and simply said: "Get lost."

The voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

As soon as these words came out, all the young masters around him laughed.

"Hey, Young Master Zhen, someone has robbed you of your position."

"Haha, your woman's heart doesn't seem to belong to you. You are worse than a country bumpkin."

"Young Master Zhen, did you bring a woman here to make us happy today? Congratulations, you successfully made us laugh."

Fang Zhen's expression became even uglier when he heard the discussions around him. He often came to Duanhun Mountain to race cars, and more than 80% of the people here knew him. Today, he was really embarrassed.

"Little Zamao, if you have the guts to say what you just said again, believe it or not, I, Fang Zhen, will let you lie down and go back!"

Fang Zhen spoke fiercely.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yifeng's cold voice came again: "Get out!"

"Who is this kid? He's quite talented."

At this moment, none of the young masters around him smiled. They were all surprised when they looked at Zhang Yifeng. Doesn't this guy know Fang Zhen? Still has some background. He actually didn't give Fang Zhen any face. Didn't this make Fang Zhen unable to step down in front of everyone?

"ask for it."

Fang Zhen's face turned cold and she whistled directly. The few followers in the commercial vehicle understood and hurriedly walked towards Fang Zhen.

"Young Master Zhen, break his legs or tear his mouth open."

Several men were gearing up, seemingly planning to teach Zhang Yifeng a lesson.

"Fang Zhen, the game is about to start, so don't cause any more trouble. I think it's better to settle your grudges with a game." A middle-aged man suddenly walked out. He should be a respectable figure. .

This middle-aged man was kind enough to do Zhang Yifeng a favor.

When Fang Zhen saw this middle-aged man, a lot of the arrogance on his face disappeared, but he still said coldly: "Brother Biao, look at the look of this bumpkin, does he have a car?"

Hearing this, Brother Biao turned to look at Zhang Yifeng and said, "Do you have a car?"

Zhang Yifeng thought for a moment and said, "Does the van count?"

As soon as Zhang Yifeng said these words, the young man who had been watching the excitement in the crowd suddenly felt something bad. Could this brother be talking about his Wuling Hongguang van?

Damn it, he's not planning to let himself go racing with these people driving brand-name sports cars, is he?

This kid is almost crazy. He was bragging in the car just now. Although he also wanted to race a car happily, no matter how much he wanted to race, he would not dare to drive a van to race against a sports car.

The more he thought about it, the less confident the young man felt, because Zhang Yifeng actually glanced at his location.

"Van?"

As soon as Zhang Yifeng's words came out, even Brother Biao was stunned for a moment. In the parking lot of Duanhun Mountain, he has seen almost all kinds of cars, but he has never seen a van. Who of the people who come here have the nerve to drive a van.

However, the men and women at the scene were all people who were watching the excitement and did not take it too seriously. At that time, there were handsome men and beautiful women who shouted: "Of course a van is a car. Come on, race with them. Maybe you will be the next Duanhun Mountain Car God." .We are optimistic about you.”

"Yes, I have watched so many games and seen almost all kinds of cars. I have seen a few domestic sports cars, foreign sports cars, and even supercars. I have never seen a van. Brother, let's have a thrilling game. Let’s open our eyes.”

Brother Biao heard the discussion around him, raised his hand and said, "Everyone, please stop making noise. Since we don't have a car, let's forget it. I originally wanted you to ease your grievances through racing."

Who knows, after Brother Bin finished speaking, Zhang Yifeng spoke again: "It doesn't matter, since everyone wants to see a van racing a sports car, then I will fulfill everyone's wish. Young Master Zhen, right? I want to compete with you, do you dare to fight?"

Wow!

As soon as Zhang Yifeng's words came out, the whole place was in an uproar. The originally lively scene suddenly became quiet for a short time. Everyone looked left and right, looking at each other, as if they couldn't believe their ears.

"Um, did we hear it correctly? This kid actually took the joke seriously. He really wanted to challenge the sports car with a van!"

"Crazy, this kid must be crazy. If the van is not thrown away by the sports car by more than a thousand meters, I will lose!"

"Yes, just by accelerating in this straight line, you will be far behind."

Brother Biao also didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "Little brother, don't act out of emotion, this is almost incomparable."

Zhang Yifeng still said calmly and calmly: "How do you know that there is no comparison yet?" After saying that, Zhang Yifeng looked at Fang Zhen again and said, "Do you dare to fight?"

Fang Zhen smiled coldly and said: "You are humiliating yourself, why don't I dare to fight? If my Ferrari loses to your van, I will give this car to you directly!"

Zhang Yifeng nodded lightly and said: "Okay, I will reluctantly accept your car. Also, if you lose, don't bother my woman from now on."

The "my woman" mentioned by Zhang Yifeng naturally refers to Ye Zhimei.

Ye Zhimei's body trembled at that moment, and she felt a warm feeling in her heart for no reason. She subconsciously held Zhang Yifeng's arm.

This familiar feeling made her burst into tears. It seemed that at this moment, it was back to the Zhou family banquet.

Familiar feeling, familiar body temperature.

God, are you giving yourself a hint? Just when you decided to forget about him, you actually let him appear in front of you again.

"No problem. If you lose, please leave her. With all due respect, you are not worthy of her!"

Fang Zhen smiled coldly. He never thought that he would lose. If Ferrari lost to the van, then his car racing in recent years would be in vain.

"Little brother, where is your car?" At this time, Brother Bin's voice came again. Since the person driving the van insisted on racing, let's treat it as a farce. Everyone wanted to see the excitement anyway.

"my car……"

Zhang Yifeng turned his head and looked at the young man hiding in the crowd.

After the young man realized that something was wrong, he had taken many steps back and was almost hidden among the crowd, but Zhang Yifeng's eyes were like radar, and he actually found him accurately.