Chu Feng, the last ancestor of the Tianjian Sect, was besieged by his old enemies during the Thunder Tribulation of Transformation. The heart of the sword was broken and the foundation of the sword collapsed!
The burning sword soul tore apart space and escaped back to its hometown two thousand years ago - the earth!
But the spiritual energy of this mortal world is as thin as poison, and his cultivation is passing away at a speed visible to the naked eye. Within three years, he will become a mortal and his body will die!
"You brat, come to Jiangcheng to go to school quickly!"
Looking at the call from "Mom" on his mobile phone, Chu Feng was stunned - in the world of cultivation for two thousand years, the earth has only had one summer vacation?
As soon as he arrived in Jiangcheng, he met Qin Muyao, a cold and charming rich girl.
"Hillbilly, have you ever seen a three-million-dollar Porsche?"
Chu Feng glanced at it lightly: "It's just an iron shell. When I traveled in the past, I always wielded an immortal sword."
Qin Muyao was so angry that she laughed back: "You dare to compete with me? The loser is in for a treat!"
Watching the Porsche disappearing away, Chu Feng casually helped up a dilapidated 28-inch bumper on the roadside.
"Okay, let's stretch our muscles."
When Qin Muyao was waiting impatiently in the Vientiane Center, a figure riding a creaking bicycle slowly stopped next to her Porsche.
Chu Feng wiped his hands: "If you lose, where will you go to eat?"
Qin Muyao: "???"
It's very messy. It's very messy.