Chapter 662 Lost a son in middle age

The fireball behind him soared into the sky, almost illuminating the sky.

In the fire, luxury cars rolled violently, and the black gtr in Nanxuan was blown to the sky!

In McLaren in front, Zhang Xiaolei's face, who was watching back, was illuminated by the fire, and her beautiful eyes were shocked!

It is conceivable that if the old man did not handle it properly just now and McLaren hit the minibus, then the same result would probably be!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The explosions continued, and some of the fuel tanks that followed the car were ignited, and a series of explosions occurred!

Zhang Xiaolei heard the rumbling and explosion behind her, turned her head to look at Zhao Yan, and found that Zhao Yan was still driving alone, and she didn't even look back!

"Old man, you are too calm, don't look back!" Zhang Xiaolei held it in for a long time before saying this.

Zhao Yan snorted coldly and said coolly, "Real man! Never look at the explosion behind him!"

If this sentence is placed a few years later, it would be a golden sentence on the Internet, but in that year, no one has ever said it. Zhao Yan said this, Zhang Xiaolei felt very novel. Then she thought, it seemed that in Hollywood action movies, the male protagonists really didn't look at the explosion behind her!

"Old man, you are so interesting!" Zhang Xiaolei couldn't help laughing!

Although there was an old man with white hair in front of her, she always felt that she was talking to a young man. This young man was not only handsome, but also very capable. Most importantly, he was also very manly and cool!

Zhang Xiaolei looked at Zhao Yan's silhouette with little star eyes, her face turned red, and she was cursing herself in her heart, how could she have an injustice to the old man!

Zhao Yan took back what he had put under the car with his thoughts!

It turned out that the front and rear wheels of the sports car were suspended in the air. It was not because he used any magic tricks! It was because he released the Yiyuan Tianzhang Sword at the critical moment. The sword was on the bottom of the car, holding half of McLaren's body, so that he could pass the level without any danger!

After passing the 18th turn of Guijianchou, it was indeed flat. McLaren was like a yellow lightning bolt, galloping rapidly. In a short while, he arrived at the exit of the highway!

At the exit of the highway, there were already people from the Zhang family and the Nan family waiting for a while!

Zhang Mafei did not come. Zhang Wanshan brought the Zhang family's current middle-aged generation to come here in a helicopter. Everyone was looking forward to it. After all, this game has a deep relationship with both families!

When they saw a yellow figure coming from afar, the two families all became nervous and narrowed their eyes and looked at the deep twilight kilometers!

Because Zhao Yan and Qiao Zhilun's cars are of this color, both families are looking forward to it and secretly hope that they will win!

Suddenly someone in the crowd exclaimed, "It's McLaren!"

Suddenly, there was a thunderous applause from the Zhang family!

The Nan family and others present all turned black. The failure of this car race means that the veins of the main mine will be left to the Zhang family to mine in the next five years!

You must know that the Nan family has occupied the mining rights of the main mine for 35 years, and now it is handed over to the Zhang family, which is like cutting off their flesh and blood!

McLaren, who is very cool in yellow, is getting closer and closer, and the Zhang family is undoubtedly winning, and the Nan family is truly desperate!

"Squeak!" A sudden brake was used, and the car was parked in front of the two families. Zhao Yan, with long white hair, walked out of the car.

The white hair is floating, and the back is straight!

"Senior Qian Huang, congratulations!" Zhang Wanshan couldn't control the joy in his heart and rushed up with the Zhang family's children to welcome Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan's face was calm and he said lightly, "Fortunately, I'm not humiliating my fate!"

Zhang Wanshan knew that Zhao Yan was a senior expert and had long been accustomed to this calm expression. He immediately pulled Zhao Yan and came to an old man with a dark face.

This old man is quite old and is of the same age as Zhang Mafei.

However, the old man looked much more arrogant than Zhang Mafei, and his hair was still black!

Zhao Yan looked at it and found that although this old man had practiced martial arts, his martial arts were limited. He should have taken expensive medicinal materials in the cultivation world for a long time to maintain health and youth!

Zhang Wanshan introduced, "This is Nan Wangtian, the old leader of the Nan family!"

Zhao Yan nodded slightly and stretched out his hand and said, "The south family looks at the sky in the south, and it turns out that old is getting stronger!"

Although Nan Wangtian lost the game and his face turned dark, his demeanor still had to be maintained. He stretched out his hand to shake hands with Zhao Yan, and smiled, "Senior Qian Huang, are you big or me big?"

Facing Nan Wangtian’s inquiry, Zhao Yan snorted coldly, “People who practice, don’t ask about their age!”

Nan Wangtian encountered a soft nail, but he didn't dare to show it. After all, the practitioners are superior, and the age of the practitioners is very different from that of ordinary people. It is meaningless to ask the practitioners about the age of the practitioners!

However, for Zhao Yan's rudeness, Nan Wangtian's son is the leader of the middle-aged generation. Nan Zhenyun was a little unhappy and said to himself, "My seventh brother is also a cultivator! He is about to build a foundation and enter the innate world and become a master of his generation! I have never heard of any saying that cultivators do not ask about age!"

Zhao Yan's face darkened in response to this person's doubts, turned his eyes and asked, "Who is this?"

When Zhao Yan's eyes fell on Nan Zhenyun, Nan Zhenyun seemed to be staring at by a ferocious beast, and a chill appeared behind him, and the hairs on his body instantly stood up. He suddenly regretted being so reckless just now!

Zhang Wanshan sneered, "This is the leading figure of the middle-aged generation of the Nan family, Nan Zhenyun! He is also Nan Xuan's father!"

"So it's you!" Zhao Yan's eyes were full of anger, but after hearing this, the anger in his eyes dissipated a lot. He withdrew his eyes and said lightly, "For the sake of your loss in middle age, I will forgive you this time!"

"Middle-aged man lost his son?" Nan Zhenyun was confused when he heard this, not knowing what Zhao Yan was saying?

The Nan family and others around the audience were also confused, wondering what had happened.

But at this moment, the news had already arrived. A descendant of the Nan family walked up quickly and whispered a few words in Nan Zhenyun's ear.

When these words were said, Nan Zhenyun's dark face suddenly turned pale again, and his body staggered, feeling that he was unable to stand firmly!

The other Nan family members were still confused, but the news came soon and everyone whispered to each other. Only then did they realize that Nan Xuan had bumped into a minibus loaded with flammable and explosive products on the track, and now Nan Xuan has been rescued!

Although Nan Xuan was not dead as Zhao Yan said, he was not far from death. He was burned all over his body, his hands and feet were broken, which was a terrible sight. Now he was able to breathe a breath because he was wearing a life-saving jade pendant on his body!

When Nan Zhenyun heard the news, his body trembled, and then he said gritting his teeth, "By the gift from Senior Qian Huang, my son is not dead yet!"
Chapter completed!