Douluo: It started when Bibi Dong tricked me into drinking tea

Chapter 145 Meng Yiran's Obvious Intentions
"Ms. Meng, Brother Yan is the adopted child of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. He has the rights to this identity."

The scorching afternoon sun burned Meng Yiran's cheeks, and Tang San's whispered explanation seemed more like a slap in her face, making it even more difficult for her to accept.

"How can this be…"

Although Meng Yiran knew that Yan Feng was the son of the Sword Demon, her hometown, the Exotic Beast Academy, was located in a remote area.

In addition, Meng Yiran's grandparents, the Gai Shi Long She couple, did not tell Meng Yiran about Yan Feng's "unbearable" past, hoping to leave a good impression on their granddaughter.

Seeing Yan Feng eating at a roadside stall just now, Meng Yiran was even more certain that Yan Feng was just like them, a simple student, and the kind that was too poor to have money to eat.

Meng Yiran could not imagine the importance of the two words "Yan Feng" in Tiandou City.

The welcoming girl had no cultivation and did not hear what Tang San said, but she heard Meng Yiran's words thoroughly.

Although she did not chase anyone away and her words were impeccable, she only answered the question about bidding qualifications.

"Only guests with bidding qualifications can enter the auction site to bid. Qualifications are divided into several different levels, and the entry threshold is 10,000 gold soul coins."

"That is to say, you need to have proof of assets of 10,000 gold soul coins to participate in the auction. This is to prevent malicious bidding. Please forgive me."

"Ten thousand gold soul coins?!" Meng Yiran was frightened by this number. She quickly looked at Tang San and said bluntly, "Xiao San, do you have ten thousand gold soul coins?"

Tang San didn't have that, and in the two months after being defeated by Zhu Zhuqing, he bought a lot of precious metals and devoted himself to making hidden weapons.

Now even the 1,000 gold soul coins gained from defeating the Royal Fighting Team are almost gone.

In other words, if Tang San had so much money, he wouldn't have to come to the Tiandou Auction House.

Having just offended Yan Feng, and Meng Yiran making such a fuss again, Tang San, in order to maintain his own image, could not shamelessly ask Yan Feng for help.

Tang San had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask the welcoming girl: "Is there any other way to get in?"

"some."

……

He didn't care about what Tang San and Meng Yiran said, he was looking for Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin.

If Feng Yan remembered correctly, Tang San would meet them when he first entered the Tiandou Auction House.

In this way, Feng Yan wouldn't have to make a wasted trip to Qibao City, so he naturally chose to go into the auction house and look around for someone.

Wearing the auction house's exclusive mask, Feng Yan came to the central venue of the auction house.

The auction center feels more like a large auditorium, and the layout is similar to the main fighting center of the big fighting arena. There is a circular podium in the center, with a circle of seats arranged in a radioactive ring around it.

Walked straight to the front row of red seats, the top VIP area.

However, things went against his wishes. Feng Yan felt that his luck was not good. He only saw the uncle and nephew Xue Xing and Xue Beng.

It seems that Ning Fengzhi did not come to Tiandou Auction House.

Just when Feng Yan was disappointed and wanted to leave the Tiandou Auction House and go to Qibao City, a voice sounded in his ears.

"Hey, what brought the Sword Demon to the Great Fighting Spirit Arena?"

Feng Yan was delighted, as he immediately recognized that this was Chen Xin's message, and it seemed that his trip was not in vain.

Turning around, he saw Ning Fengzhi, wearing a mask and holding a magic wand, waving at him.

Ning Fengzhi was not in the red top VIP area, but ran to the white most ordinary area.

For a man as wealthy as Ning Fengzhi, he was already tired of top-level services, and was more interested in "sharing happiness with the people".

Fengyan has always been regarded as a shady bitch.

Who would have thought that I would meet him today.

"Master. Teacher." Coming in front of Ning Fengzhi, Feng Yan politely greeted the two of them as 'Yan Feng'.

Without thinking too much, Feng Yan immediately asked Chen Xin to help deliver the letter.

But just because Feng Yan didn't think much about it doesn't mean Ning Fengzhi didn't think much about it.

"Xiao Yan, you still call me Sect Master?"

Ning Fengzhi's gentle and elegant voice came, which scared Feng Yan.

"Why are you here alone? Where's Rongrong?" Chen Xin seemed to be blaming Yan Feng for not coming with Ning Rongrong, but in fact he was reminding Feng what his good brother was thinking.

Feng Yan probably understood what was going on. After all, he and Ning Rongrong had been in a love relationship for more than half a year, and all parents knew about it.

But calling him dad? That's impossible!
Feng Yan thought very quickly and came up with a compromise name. At the same time, he also found a reason for coming to the Tiandou Auction House.

"Ahem...Uncle, Rongrong has returned to the academy. I am here with my classmates to sell things."

"Yes." Ning Fengzhi was obviously very satisfied with the title of uncle. "Xiaoyan, your classmates are all very good. I wonder what they sell. Can you introduce them to your uncle?"

"They are doing the appraisal and will be here soon. You will be able to see them in a while." Feng Yan was anxious to find Chen Xin and said a few perfunctorily, "Uncle, I just happen to have some questions about cultivation to ask the teacher."

"Okay, I need to ask in person."

Seeing that Yan Feng was anxious, Ning Fengzhi let the master and his disciple go.

Coming to the last row with Chen Xin, Chen Xin couldn't help but be curious, "Sword Demon, is there anything else you want to ask me?"

"What do you want to ask? Just to help me." As he said that, Feng Yan took out his handwritten letter from his pocket in a sly manner.

"Didn't you say you didn't leave any words because you were afraid people would recognize you?" Chen Xin looked at the envelope with some confusion.

Then, he suddenly realized: "Oh ~ you want to propose to Feng Zhi in your own identity?" Looking at Chen Xin's playful eyes, Feng Yan had an urge to poke his eyes.

"Are you happy now? Don't you just want to see me call him father-in-law?" Feng Yan said unhappily.

"Hehe! You're right! Not only does this old man want to see it, I'm sure Old Bones wants to see it too!"

Feng Yan still doesn’t understand these two old men?

Chen Xin is one thing, but Gu Rong doesn't like anything about him.

"Come on! If Old Bones knew, wouldn't he fight me to death? You just want to watch the fun!"

"Are you afraid of old bones?" Chen Xin didn't care and stuffed Feng Yan's letter into his arms as if he was hiding a treasure.

"Don't worry, I will deliver your marriage certificate to you!"

"Oh! It's not a marriage certificate! This letter is for my father!" Feng Yan wanted to stab Chen Xin with a sword on the spot.

Instead, Chen Xin was very surprised, "Ah? For your father? Feng Bailong?"

"Correct!"

"You still remember to write letters home?"

Seeing Chen Xin's strange look, Feng Yan didn't dare to say anything harsh, "Please help me! Isn't that enough of a favor?"

"It looks like there's something urgent. Okay, I'll help you." Seeing Feng Yan was so anxious that he even said the words of pleading, Chen Xin did not hesitate.

But Chen Xin changed the subject and asked, "But how do you want to thank me?"

Feng Yan's heart skipped a beat. He was just asking someone to do something for him, so it was not appropriate to say more.

So he asked, "How do you want to thank me?"

"Rongrong has learned swordsmanship quite well. I'd like to see it for myself." Chen Xin puffed out his chest, looking as if he was just curious.

Feng Yan's eyes twitched, and after a while he finally said three words: "You can't..."

"Why can't I do it? Rongrong can learn it! Do you look down on me?" Chen Xin said unconvinced.

Feng Yan didn't look down on Chen Xin, "Those nine sword intentions require people with agile minds and skills to learn them best. You are such a rigid person, and you have mastered the Seven Killing Swords. What's the point of you learning them?"

"this…"

Feng Yan was telling the truth, and Chen Xin understood it as soon as he heard it.

Feng Yan also hurriedly advised: "You and I are both sword cultivators, so we naturally understand the consequences of a disagreement in swordsmanship. If you force yourself to cultivate, regression in cultivation is a minor matter, but if your inner demons come together, the consequence will be the destruction of the sword and the death of the person."

"Alas... you do have the most say in matters of cultivation." Chen Xin could only sigh, "Well, it seems that your sword spirit is indeed not meant for me."

"Don't be anxious, you won't suffer any loss." Feng Yan became excited when talking about cultivation.

"Well, what you lack now is the skill of making light of heavy things. I will teach you this method, and you will be close to a breakthrough."

Chen Xin's breathing stagnated, and the four words 'make light of heavy things' immediately pierced his mind.

Fengyan's words pointed out what Chen Xin was lacking, which really made it difficult for him to control himself.

"You knew, why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

"You didn't ask!" Feng Yan was speechless. "Besides, it's better for you to figure it out yourself than for me to teach you!"

"Who cares about you kid! Tell me now! Hmm? Someone is approaching Feng Zhi, let's not talk about it for now."

Chen Xin originally wanted to interrogate him, but when he saw a man and a woman coming to Feng Zhi, he immediately took care of his responsibilities.

Feng Yan looked carefully and found that the man and woman were none other than Tang San and Meng Yiran.

It was the first time for Tang San and Meng Yiran to come to the Tiandou Auction House, and they were led by a young girl.

These girls are not ordinary receptionists, their clothes are much more revealing.

Tang San took a few more glances, and Meng Yiran became indignant, "Humph, you look down on others. You are dressed so coquettishly, you can tell at a glance that you were trained to be the amusement of the nobles!"

Meng Yiran was originally a noble, so her evaluation was quite accurate.

However, her family's influence is not enough to be compared with the people in Tiandou City. It is also the first time I have seen such a girl. I know the reason but not the reason.

At this time, Ning Fengzhi obviously saw that they were still childish. He glanced at Yan Feng and nodded to Tang San and Meng Yiran, saying, "All the waiters here are like this. It's not targeting you."

"Is it always like this? Why?" Meng Yiran asked puzzled.

"These waitresses belong to the auction house, including their lives..."

While Ning Fengzhi was explaining, Tang San also noticed Yan Feng and waved at him.

Feng Yan's heart skipped a beat. He had forgotten about the relationship between him and Tang San, and hurried forward to pull Tang San over.

"Uncle, he is the classmate I was talking about."

"Well, are you asking about cultivation?"

"Say hello."

Feng Yan answered hastily, then put his arm around Tang San's shoulders, "Brother San, I'm dying of urgency. I'll take you to the toilet. You haven't been here for so long, are you lost?"

(End of this chapter)