Ye Hao narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the middle of the hall.
I saw two old men wearing Zhongshan suits and meticulously combed their hair sitting there.
A tall and thin person wearing monocle glasses, and a Western aristocratic posture.
The other one is that he has a mustache and does not have too many wrinkles on his face, but the pieces of old spots indicate that he is not young anymore.
And behind them, you can see more than a dozen men and women.
These men and women are all wearing luxury high-end orders, and they have the aura of returnees. They are arrogant and seem to look down on everyone in the field.
It is obvious that for these guys who are used to seeing the flower world, they simply look down on Yanjing, who has a stable temperament for thousands of years.
Among these people, the one who looked the most disdainful was a woman with obviously mixed race.
She has an oriental face, but her eyes are amber. The look she looks at anyone has a stinky face that looks at the garbage.
However, her appearance and temperament are absolutely queenly for some men with special hobbies.
Without too much introduction, Ye Hao had already guessed that the old man with a bit of Western aristocratic temperament and wearing monocle glasses was the honorary elder of the Xiadao Chinese Martial Arts League, Wei Sigui.
The other one should be the big shot in the Dragon Palace of Yanjing.
When Xi Mengyan saw this person, she seemed a little surprised, and then whispered: "Representative Ye, this one is one of the deacons of the Dragon Palace of Yanjing, Han Wenxiang."
"He has a high status in the Dragon Palace of Yanjing. It is said that he has made some mistakes. Otherwise, he would have been the branch owner of the Dragon Palace of Yanjing."
Hearing this, Ye Hao nodded slightly, indicating that he knew.
"Bastard, who is whining behind me again?"
"Don't you know, do I hate those juniors barking behind me the most in my life?"
When Han Wenxiang heard someone talking at the door, he spoke with awesome expression on his face.
It is obvious that such an irritable and irritable person is absolutely unreasonable in daily life.
"I am a deacon in the Dragon Palace. From the five clans to the top ten families, no one dares to let me wait for them!"
"Just just a representative of the Daxia Martial Arts League, I really don't talk about any rules, and I don't understand the respect for the elderly and love for the young!"
"Have you told him that I'm here!"
"How dare he not come back to see you right away?"
Wei Sigui, wearing monocle glasses, smiled sinisterly and said, "Old Han, it seems that I'm not just because I'm embarrassed."
"I didn't give you face either!"
"If you ask me to say, what you said at the beginning is meaningless at first."
"What should be done for this little bastard who has not even grown all the hair is to let him know what it means to be tall and thick!"
While speaking, Wei Sigui made the Bafang Cup of the Heirloom Ge Kiln in his hand into pieces with a "pop".
"If they don't give face, they will have such a cup!"
Seeing Wei Sigui's move, the young men and women behind him all showed admiration.
Elder Wei Sigui is really the sword that is not old!
Don't say anything beside him.
Just such a hand and courage are simply not something that ordinary people can have!
Ye Hao, the writer of the Great Xia Martial Arts Alliance, may have kneeled down as soon as he sees Elder Wei Sigui?
"The Bafang Cup of the Shishi Ge Kiln, at the Subi-style auction, one is 90 million."
"Rounding is equivalent to 100 million."
"Remember to compensate later."
Ye Hao stepped out with his hands on his back, and spoke indifferently.