Squeak!

A line of luxury sports cars stopped in front of Shenglong auction house.

Zhao Mingyu came down from the sports car with a beautiful girl in his arms.

"Zhao Shao? Don't we go to that kid's trouble? How come to Shenglong auction house? "

After Zhao Mingyu, the man who was beaten earlier looked at Shenglong auction house and asked Zhao Mingyu in doubt.

"What do you know!"

Zhao Mingyu hugged the slim waist of the beautiful woman beside him and glanced at the man with disdain. "There is a good thing auction in Shenglong tonight. I must take it down!"

"As for the boy, let him live two more days!"

When the man heard the words, his eyes turned and he thought to himself.

Zhao Mingyu's good things, of course, are not ordinary things. There is a great probability that they are needed by martial artists!

The man thought to himself that the Zhao family depended on the warrior to make a fortune. Zhao Yanghua, the head of the family, spent a lot of money to join the position of honorary elder in the Wumeng.

Zhao Mingyu is Zhao Yang's youngest son. Although he is frivolous in his daily life, he is very concerned about the martial arts.

"Zhao Shao? But there's a bidding for different treasures? "

Zhao Mingyu nodded and said softly, "I hear that the last object is a blood Bodhi."

Zhao Mingyu said, his eyes flashed a trace of vigilance, "why do you ask?"

The pupil of the man shrinks, then he relaxes and says with a smile, "curiosity, I am curiosity."

Zhao Mingyu snorted and said nothing more. He stepped into Shenglong auction house.

It's not time to start bidding. In the hall of Shenglong auction house, many guests are sitting on the sofa in twos and threes, waiting for the start of time.

Yeah?

During the walk, Zhao Mingyu saw three people sitting in a corner of the hall of Shenglong auction house, laughing and chatting.

Three people, two men and one woman, among them, the women have picturesque eyebrows and eyes, elegant temperament, and the net red beauty in their arms is rubbish compared with her!

"Hear people dream of the moon!"

Zhao Mingyu murmured a word in a low voice, then a smile came up from the corner of his mouth.

What a fate!

And sitting opposite her is Xing Meng.

As a famous son of Yan Family in the capital, Zhao Mingyu of course knows Xing Meng.

Although Xing Meng can't hide in recent years, there is no news, but at the moment when Zhao Mingyu saw Xing Meng, he thought of who he was. Xing Meng, the eight pole fierce tiger who once had a great influence over the capital city!

"Now it's a sick cat!"

Zhao Mingyu's eyes flashed a trace of complacency. Now Xing suddenly became a waste man, and he can be severely humiliated by himself!

As his eyes moved, Zhao Mingyu looked at the man sitting next to Wen Meng.

This is a young man with a handsome appearance. Although he is dressed in plain clothes, his extraordinary temperament makes him become the focus of the crowd involuntarily.

"This is the kid in the mouth of that fool who hears people's experience? What's your name here? Ye Yu? "

In Zhao Mingyu's eyes, the color of jealousy rises. On appearance alone, Ye Yu throws out Zhao Mingyu's three streets.

Adjust the direction, Zhao Mingyu takes people to Ye Yu three people walked past.

"When do I want to see you, but I didn't want you to come to me!"

Across the distance, Zhao Mingyu shouted to Ye Yu.

Ye Yu three people are sitting on the sofa to say this, suddenly heard such a sentence, one after another turned to look at the past.

"You are? Zhao Mingyu

Xing Meng saw that some of the people were familiar with each other and couldn't help but stand up and say.

Zhao Mingyu said with a sneer, sarcastically, "Oh! Did the famous eight pole tiger know me? Should I say it's an honor? "