In addition, there were a few female disciples from Tianmenzhai who were covering their faces and standing on one side, looking bruised and swollen, in a state of embarrassment.

On the sofa, there were three people seated.

Apart from the old acquaintances Qiu Fenghan and Mo Xin, Ye Hao's eyes fell on the third person.

This is an old man in a Tang suit, at most less than 1.6 meters tall, playing with a string of red agates from the Warring States Period in his hand, with an unspeakable demeanor on his face.

It was as if everything could be decided because of him.

Obviously, he is Lin Mosheng from the Lin family in southern Jiangsu.

Besides these three people, behind Qiu Fenghan and Mo Xin, there are also several men and women in ancient costumes.

The pupils of these people are full of energy, and their temples are also bulging.

Obviously, they are all martial arts masters.

Moreover, it is still the kind of supercilious.

Obviously, in their eyes, Tianmen Village, which ranks at the bottom of the martial arts holy land, they simply don't pay attention to.

Seeing someone approaching, at this moment Lin Mosheng slapped the coffee table beside him with his right hand, and heard a "click", and the coffee table shattered.

Then Lin Mosheng said angrily, "Bastard, is that trash Ye Hao here?"

"Young Master Qiu and I have been waiting here for an hour!"

"If he doesn't have the sincerity to talk about it, don't cherish this opportunity!"

"Then don't blame me for not giving him a chance!"

Qiu Fenghan on the side recognized Ye Hao, but at the moment he pretended not to see him, but smiled lightly and said, "Old Lin, maybe the person named Ye doesn't think of you at all?"

"After all, he claims to be the representative of the Great Xia Martial League. He has made great contributions and has a high status!"

Lin Mosheng snorted coldly and said, "In the world of martial arts, who doesn't know that the representative of the Great Xia Martial League is just a vain job?"

"Besides, the person surnamed Ye single-handedly picked up the matter of Tianzhu Tianjiao Group. Who knows if it is true or not? Who knows how much water there is?"

"In the final analysis, it's just a god created out of nowhere to create the international image of the Great Xia Martial League!"

"That kid really thinks that he is a character?"

"If you see him upset for a while, the old man can slap his head into a watermelon with one slap."

While speaking, Lin Mosheng kicked over the coffee table in front of him again, with an arrogant and domineering attitude.

Ye Hao just stepped into the Fengbo Pavilion, and said calmly at this moment: "Whether my head will turn into a watermelon, I don't know."

"But I know that a tea table is worth 100 million yuan."

"If you don't lose money for a while, I'm afraid no one will be able to leave"

Seeing that Prince Du was half a step behind Ye Hao, Lin Mosheng immediately knew that this was the rightful lord.

At this moment, he suppressed his anger, looked up at Ye Hao, and then smiled meaningfully: "Representative Ye is really young and energetic, I don't know how tall the sky is."

"The old man appeared here today to give you a chance." JrNovels.com