The Almighty Asura

"Kid, you..."

Yang Gongzi is also looking at Mu Feng at the moment.

Tian Mi, the people of all major forces are shocked to look at Mu Feng.

Even the iron bones and the Tujiao on the side are too big to say anything at this moment.

"Seven, seven hundred thousand, is there still higher?"

Now the bird is silent, only Tian Mi’s voice echoes in the field.

The Yang Gongzi's chest breath was slightly rushed, but there was no further price, and there was a chilly killing in the eyelids.

"Kid, I see you have a life shot, no life to practice."

Yang Gongzi’s heart is evil.

Boom!

Tian Miyi hammered down, and the last item was shot by Mu Feng at a price of 700,000.

"Okay, everyone, this auction is over, thank you for your support, the son of the 88th seat, please stay first"

Tian Mi smiled and said to everyone, this time the auction, she will be able to earn a lot of money.

Others began to leave in twos and threes, and many people looked forward to Mu Feng before leaving.

When Master Deng went away, he also looked at Mu Feng coldly.

A maid came to Mu Feng to transfer to the room, and hundreds of thousands of things would naturally not be handed over in the hall.

At this time, the Yang Gongzi came with two followers and stopped in front of Mu Feng, with a bad face.

"Is there a problem?"

Mu Feng said indifferently.

"Kid, good, very rich, yes, I hope you have a life"

Yang Gongzi looked at Mu Feng and said with a cold smile. The language is full of threats.

Mu Feng looked at Yang Gongzi indifferently and did not take it for granted. He walked straight from the side.

Yang Gongzi looked at Mu Feng's back and his eyes were cold.

"To check the origin of this kid"

Yang Gongzi said to the followers.

"It's a son!"

A follower should be quietly leaving.

Mu Feng and the maid entered a box, and it was the charming and charming Tianmi auctioneer who received him.

"Oh, son, please sit down. When you are at the auction, you can see that the son is not very old. In the near future, I didn't expect the son to be so young."

Tian Mi came over and smiled, asking Mu Feng to sit next to the coffee table.

Mu Feng smiled lightly and sat down next to the coffee table. He said: "Miss Tian Mi is young and moving."

"The son of the prize, how can you get into the eyes of the slave?"

Tian Mi took the tea and poured tea on the side of Mu Feng. The body was intentionally or unintentionally attached to Mu Feng’s arm, and the voice was soft and greasy.

Feng brother eyes, nose, mouth, mouth is not moving, pick up a tea and gently drink a bite.

"Miss Tian Mi is still talking about auction items."

Mu Feng said with a sip of tea.

"Why should the son be so anxious, isn’t it better to talk first, but the slaves want to know more about the son?"

Tian Mi’s hand is looking at Mu Feng, and the beautiful and fascinating gesture reveals a different kind of moving.

"Young Jun Lang, like a son, has such a wealth, and the family is sure to be extraordinary. Tian Mi really wants to make friends with the son."

Tian Mi laughed again and wanted to set up Mu Feng's origins.

"Miss Tian Mi is so moving, how can she miss friends, and there are still things under it. I hope Miss Tian Mi can finish the transaction soon."

Mu Feng is unmoved, like a thousand years of ice.

Tian Mi looked at Mu Feng with a bit of resentment. It was really distressing and sighed: "It seems that Tian Mi is really difficult to enter the eyes of the son, and he is not willing to make friends."

Mu Feng is still indifferent, Tianmi is slightly annoyed in his heart, secretly Mu Feng is a piece of wood, the average person has been so long before she even has no soul.

"Well, we are turning right, the son of the thunder shot, the price is 700,000, are you cash or pay with the Tongbao card?"

Tian Mi is the color.

"Can you change things with things? I use a roll of Xuanjie Shangpin skills, plus 100,000 gold coins for your thunder shots."

Mu Feng asked, he naturally does not have so many gold coins, or only use Lingshi for change, but the use of Lingshi is too wide, Mu Feng himself is not much, can not trade with Lingshi.

"Xuanjie Shangpin Yuanji plus 100,000 gold coins!"

Tianmi was slightly surprised and said: "I can't be the master, I will ask our landlord."

"Please"

Mu Feng nodded. This Tianmi is not the principal of Jubaolou, but the auctioneer.

After a short time, Tian Mi came in and nodded, saying: "The son, our landlord agreed."

Mu Feng nodded and took out the extension of the Xuanjie Shangpinquan Rolling Stone Boxing, and gave Tianmi a Tongbao card.

Tian Mi brushed the card, gave the reel of the thundering gun to Mu Feng, let Mu Feng wait a little, and took the rolling stone boxing out to make people verify.

After confirming that it was the boxing skill of the top grade, this completed the transaction.

And Mu Feng also left the Jubao Building with a thunderbolt scroll.

On the fourth floor, a middle-aged man in white looked at Mu Feng's figure, standing next to Tian Mi and a gray old man.

"What did you find out?"

Middle-aged man asked.

"No, that guy is really not in the oil and salt, obviously not very old, even more indifferent than the old man of decades."

Tianmi complained.

"Haha, did Tian Meiren actually eat in front of a little boy?"

The gray-coated old man smiled.

Tian Mi licked his mouth, and the white squinted middle-aged eyes faintly said: "If this boy has no strength and background, I am afraid that I can't get out of this hurricane city, old journey, follow him."

"The landlord, you mean..."

The gray coat old man was surprised to ask.

"Ok"

The white man nodded in the middle of the year, and the old man in the gray coat responded with a shadow and quietly left.

Mu Feng walked on the street, his eyes were slightly cold, and in his perception, no less than ten pairs of eyes were staring at him in every corner.

However, it is also true that a young man is rich and has a sneak shot. It is not normal for no one to pay attention to him.

In front of the street, there is no one, Mu Feng is on the street, eight figures are in front of him, an old man wearing a sergeant's robes stands in front, looking at Mu Feng indifferently.

At the same time, on the street buildings on both sides, there were more than a figure, no less than 20 people, surrounded by Mu Feng on this street, Yang Gongzi in a loft, carrying his hands, looking gloomy.

This group of people exudes an amazing momentum, and the body is full of suffocating, and all of them are strong people who are condensed.

"Kid, I said, you can't leave Hurricane City, hand over the mystery of your body, maybe I can put you in a path."

Yang Gongzi looked at Mu Feng indifferently.

"Kid, you know what I want."

Master Deng also said coldly.

"I know that Yang Gongzi can't let this kid leave."

"Hey, there is a good show, this kid is really daring, and he still dares to sway through the city in Hurricane City."

Some people coming out of the auction house looked at Mu Feng, who was surrounded by the street, and said that he was optimistic about the play.