The CEO’s flower-protecting dragon

Zhao Dezhu was used to going his own way and ignored everyone's gazes. He led Qin Fan to sit down at the round table with a calm expression.

The auction won't start for a while, and a group of people are sitting around in twos and threes, chatting enthusiastically. After all, they are all ancient warriors, and no matter how bad they are, they are also people related to ancient warriors, so they are not afraid of running out of topics to talk about.

After Qin Fan took his seat, he stopped listening to what was going on outside the window. He only focused on playing with his smartphone and chatting with these unfamiliar rough men. How could he find it more interesting to chat with the sweet-sounding Zhou Qiqi?

However, handsome people tend to become the center of attention wherever they go. Qin Fan just wants to be a quiet handsome man, but there are always people who don't get what he wants.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Zhao? I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you so embarrassed?"

Suddenly, a strange voice came from the side.

Zhao Dezhu was playing a game on his mobile phone. When he heard this voice, he immediately looked up and looked over. His face immediately darkened and he said in disgust: "Yang Yuxiang, why are you like a fly? I can see you everywhere?"

Qin Fan squinted his eyes and saw that the person coming was a young man in his mid-twenties. He was wearing high-end brand-name goods and had a majestic air. However, his eyes were thin and long, giving people a gloomy feeling.

"The auction welcomes all comers. If you can come, why can't I?"

Yang Yuxiang walked over with a sneer, glanced at Qin Fan, and said disdainfully: "Are you reduced to sitting with the servants?"

Although Zhao Dezhu and Qin Fan were both wearing casual clothes, Zhao Dezhu's clothes were all brand-name and cost at least 50,000 to 60,000 yuan in total.

Only Qin Fan has real goods that cost 100 yuan. From head to toe, nothing is worth more than 100 yuan. To be honest, the clothes of the aunt who sweeps the floor at Mingyue Villa are more expensive than him.

Zhao Dezhu was shocked when he heard this. He quickly looked at Qin Fan and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was still playing with his mobile phone, as if he didn't take Yang Yuxiang's words to heart at all.

Then he frowned and said coldly: "Yang Yuxiang, please keep your mouth clean, this is my friend!"

"Why, the Zhao family is so dilapidated that Young Master Zhao would actually be friends with a servant?" Yang Yuxiang said aggressively.

"Shut up!" Zhao Dezhu said with an angry face: "Yang Yuxiang, don't bully others too much!"

"Yo yo yo!" Yang Yuxiang pretended to be frightened and said in a weird voice: "Young Master Zhao is angry. I'm so scared. Please let me go."

Zhao Dezhu clenched his fists and gritted his teeth angrily. He really wanted to rush up and blow his dog's head off.

At this time, Qin Fan pulled his arm and said with a faint smile: "A dog is barking in front of you. Do you still want to bark back? Forget it."

Zhao Dezhu took a few deep breaths, slowly calmed down, and nodded in agreement: "Young master Qin is right, let the dog bark when it barks. If we bark too, won't we also become dogs?"

The two of them sang together, which made Yang Yuxiang so angry that Zhao Dezhu laughed at him. Since the two of them had equal status, quarrels were commonplace.

But now a poor country bumpkin dares to sneer at him. How can the arrogant Yang Yuxiang endure it?

His anger rose, and he suddenly burst out with a majestic and fierce momentum, attacking Qin Fan from all directions.

The ancient warriors who were still chatting felt this momentum and couldn't help but shut their mouths and cast curious glances.

"Isn't this the third young master of the Yang family? Look at how angry he is. Who has offended him?"

"You can't say that. The young man opposite him is not a small player. Zhao Dezhu of the Zhao family is no worse than Yang Yuxiang in terms of status!"

"Hey, I've heard for a long time that these two young masters are at odds with each other, and I finally saw it today."

The bystanders looked at the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two, and immediately showed an expression of looking forward to a good show.

The Zhao family is the guardian family of the Pengcheng Martial Arts Association, and the Yang family is the guardian family of the Yangcheng Martial Arts Association. Their status in the ancient martial arts world is about the same, but since a hundred years ago, the two families have been fighting endlessly until today.

The reason is that in the Qing Dynasty a hundred years ago, an ancestor of the Yang family served as an official in the imperial court. When the imperial court banned civilians from practicing martial arts, the ancestors of the Yang family took the opportunity to attack their opponents and led people to raid the Zhao family.

It was precisely because of that time that part of the Zhao family's Overlord Fist was lost, and the two families also forged a grudge from then on. Although it did not reach the point of a fight to the death, there was always a verbal exchange when they met.

The momentum swept over him, and Zhao Dezhu's face suddenly changed, and his eyes when looking at Yang Yuxiang became a little solemn. Unexpectedly, after not seeing him for several months, he had actually broken through to the Mysterious Realm!

Zhao Dezhu reached the peak of Huang Realm some time ago and thought he could catch up with Yang Yuxiang. But now the gap is even bigger. Xuan Realm and Huang Realm cannot be compared at all.

Faced with this menacing malice, Qin Fan snorted coldly, and all his momentum disappeared in an instant. He put his phone back in his pocket, looked at Yang Yuxiang and said: "I don't want such a childish provocation to happen again, otherwise you will regret it. .”

I don't know why, Qin Fan's tone was obviously very calm, but in Yang Yuxiang's ears, it was like thunder. His face turned pale, and he felt a burning pain in his chest, as if his blood was boiling.

Seeing this scene, everyone turned their attention from Zhao Dezhu to Qin Fan. Previously, they all thought that Qin Fan was Zhao Dezhu's follower, and no one had paid attention to him. But now it seems that this young man is not as simple as he appears.

Yang Yuxiang frowned, his inner energy surged, and he managed to control the uncomfortable feeling of chest tightness. He stared at Qin Fan, a little shocked and a little solemn: "You...are you also an ancient warrior?"

Relying on the support of Qin Fan, Zhao Dezhu became arrogant again, "Yang Yuxiang, are you confused? This is an auction of ancient warriors. Isn't it normal to have ancient warriors?"

"Fuck, I'm so embarrassed!"

Yang Yuxiang is also an unruly master. When he heard this, he didn't care what the occasion was. He formed his hands into palms and opened and closed his arms. Each wave was accompanied by violent energy.

"Could this be the Yang family's secret skill, Yin Yang Palm?"

"Yin Yang Palm was born out of Tai Chi. True energy can be transformed into yin and yang. When yin and yang complement each other, powerful power can be unleashed!"

Everyone was astonished. It was not unreasonable for the Yang family to become one of the top ancient martial arts families in Lingyue Province. Yang Yuxiang's yin and yang palms were both strong and soft, and the moves were combined with true energy. They could be used both offensively and defensively. They were invulnerable.

Qin Fan was about to take action, but who knew that Zhao Dezhu suddenly kicked away the chair, assumed a Bawang Fist stance, and was instantly fighting with Yang Yuxiang.

The Overlord Fist was incomplete, and Zhao Dezhu was only at the peak of the Yellow Realm. He was no match for Yang Yuxiang, but he was knocked away after only ten rounds.

Zhao Dezhu felt that all the bones in his body were falling apart, especially in his chest. The severe pain made him gasp.

Yang Yuxiang was about to step forward and beat the drowned dog, but Qin Fan stepped in front of Zhao Dezhu and said, "That's enough. I have to show mercy to others. Do you really want to kill someone?"