After the walk, Ye Hao finally took Prince Du and Du Gege into the Fengbo Pavilion.
This place has been carefully arranged and many antique calligraphy and paintings are hung on the pillars.
The Hainan Huanghuali sofa borrowed from the Xing family is very suitable for the arrangement.
However, just like Du Gege reported before, the place was in a mess.
Several coffee tables were smashed into pieces.
There are many fragments of official kiln cover bowls on the ground.
In addition, several female disciples from Tianmen Village stood on one side with their faces covering their faces, looking blue and swollen, and extremely embarrassed.
On the sofa, three people sat down.
In addition to the old acquaintances Qiu Fenghan and Mo Xin, Ye Hao's eyes fell on the third person.
This is an old man in Tang suit, with a height of less than 1.6 meters. He was playing with a string of Warring States red agate in his hand and an unspeakable demeanor on his face.
It's like everything can be decided by his words.
It is obvious that he is Lin Mosheng of the Lin family in southern Jiangsu.
In addition to these three people, there are also several men and women in ancient costumes behind Qiu Fenghan and Mo Xin at this moment.
These people's eyes were full of splendor and their temples were bulging high.
It is obvious that they are all masters of martial arts.
Moreover, it is the kind of arrogant.
It is obvious that in their eyes, they did not take Tianmen Village, which ranks at the bottom among the martial arts holy lands, at all.
Seeing someone approaching, Lin Mosheng slapped his right hand on the coffee table next to him, and then he heard a "click" sound, and the coffee table broke.
Then Lin Mosheng said with anger: "Bastard, is that waste Ye Hao coming?"
"Mr. Qiu and I have been waiting here for an hour!"
"If he doesn't have the sincerity to talk, he won't cherish this opportunity!"
"Then don't blame me for not giving him a chance!"
Qiu Fenghan on one side recognized Ye Hao, but at this moment he pretended not to see it, but smiled faintly and said, "Old Lin, maybe the one named Ye doesn't take you seriously at all?"
"After all, he claims to be a representative of the Great Xia Martial Arts Alliance, and has made great contributions and a very high status!"
Lin Mosheng snorted coldly and said, "Who doesn't know that the representative of the Great Xia Martial Arts Alliance is just a false position?"
"Besides, the one named Ye single-handedly took over the Tianzhu National Tianjiao Group. Who knows the truth or falsehood? Who knows how much water there is?"
"After all, it is just a god created by the Daxia Martial Arts Alliance!"
"That kid really thinks he is a character?"
"If you see him up for a while, I can slap him into a watermelon with a slap."
While speaking, Lin Mosheng kicked the coffee table in front of him again, looking arrogant and domineering.
Ye Hao happened to step into the Fengbo Pavilion and said lightly: "I don't know if my head will turn into a watermelon."
"But I know that a coffee table costs 100 million."
"If you don't lose money for a while, I'm afraid no one can leave..."
Seeing that Prince Du was half a step behind Ye Hao, Lin Mosheng immediately knew that this was the real master.
He restrained his anger at this moment, looked up at Ye Hao, and then smiled meaningfully, "Ye represents indeed young and vigorous, I don't know how high the sky is."
"I am here today to give you a chance."
"I still want me to pay? It's almost the same for you to give me money!"