Super System Plundering the Heaven

Squeak!

A row of luxury sports cars stopped in front of Shenglong Auction House.

Zhao Mingyu walked down from the sports car with a beautiful net red.

"Zhao Shao? Shall we not bother to find that kid? How come to Shenglong Auction House?"

Behind Zhao Mingyu, the previously beaten man looked at Shenglong Auction and asked Zhao Mingyu in doubt.

"What do you know!"

Zhao Mingyu glared at the slim waist of the beautiful girl next to him, and dismissively glanced at the man. "Shenglong has a good item auction tonight. Master Ben must take it down!"

"As for that kid, let him live for two more days!"

The man turned his eyes and thought secretly.

The good things in Zhao Mingyu's mouth, of course, are not ordinary things, there is a high probability that the warrior needs!

The man's heart groaned secretly. This Zhao family relied on the warrior's fortune. The owner Zhao Yang spent a huge price before he took the post of honorary elder in the Wumeng League.

As the youngest son of Zhao Yang, Zhao Mingyu, although usually frivolous, is concerned about the martial arts, but he is still very attentive.

"Zhao Shao? But there is a bid for Yibao?"

Zhao Mingyu nodded and said softly, "I heard that this finale is a blood bodhi."

After Zhao Mingyu finished speaking, a flash of caution flashed in his eyes, "What do you ask this for!"

The man's pupil narrowed, then relaxed, and sneered, "I'm curious."

Zhao Mingyu snorted softly and didn't say anything, stepped into the Shenglong auction house.

It is not yet time to start the auction. In the lobby of Shenglong Auction House, many guests are sitting on the sofa in pairs, waiting for the time to start.

Ok?

During the walk, Zhao Mingyu and Yu Guang saw three people sitting in a corner of Shenglong Auction Hall, laughing and chatting.

Three people, two men and one woman, among which the women have picturesque eyebrows and elegant temperament. The net red beauty in her arms is like trash to her!

"Smelling people's dreams!"

Zhao Mingyu whispered a whisper, and then smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Really destiny!

And sitting opposite her was Xing Meng.

As a famous family son in Yan Jingjing, Zhao Mingyu certainly knew Xing Meng.

Although Xing Meng has not been able to hide in recent years, there is no news, but the moment Zhao Mingyu saw Xing Meng, he remembered who he was, who once overwhelmed the eight-pole tiger in Beijing, Xing Meng!

"Now it's a sick cat!"

There was a trace of complacency in Zhao Mingyu's eyes, and now Xing Meng has become a waste, and he can humiliate him severely!

Looking away, Zhao Mingyu looked at the man sitting next to Wen Meng.

This is a young man with an unusually handsome appearance. Despite his modest appearance, his extraordinary temperament makes him involuntarily become the focus of the crowd.

"This is the kid in the mouth of the stupid man who hears people pass by? What's your name here? Ye Yu?"

In the eyes of Zhao Mingyu, jealousy rose, and on the appearance alone, Ye Yu threw out Zhao Mingyu more than three streets.

Adjusting the direction, Zhao Mingyu led someone to the three of Ye Yu.

"When do I want to go to you, but I never thought you would come by yourself!"

Across the distance, Zhao Mingyu shouted at Ye Yu.

The three of Ye Yu were sitting on the sofa and said these words. Suddenly they heard such a sentence and turned around to look at it.

"You are? Zhao Mingyu?"

When Xing Meng saw someone familiar, he couldn't help but stand up and speak out.

There was a sneer in the corner of Zhao Mingyu's mouth, and he said mockingly, "Oh! The famous eight-pole tiger knows me? Should I say an honor?"