Which normal man in the world is not lustful, and which normal man is not moved when he sees a beautiful woman?

Everyone who has some gold coins in hand wants to take a picture of the stunner in this cage at this moment, and then take it home and ravage it fiercely.

But no one dared to shout at this moment.

This is the official big crushing people, and the power is terrifying!

In front of the big family of the Yang family, they can only be regarded as ants, and it is easier for the Yang family to clean them up than for an elephant to trample an ant to death.

Yang Yan was a thin but somewhat handsome man, and at this time he was lying on a soft chair, comfortably enjoying the hard work of one of his favored slaves.

The slave worked unusually hard, like a beggar who had been hungry for three days seeing a feast of food.

Yang Yan reached out and put his big hand into the maid's chest, grabbed his favorite toy, and squeezed it a few times.

The slave moaned comfortably, looking at Yang Yan's love for herself, very satisfied.

"Young master, the slave maid is for you!" the slave and maid clinged to Yang Yan with her thin hands, holding his murder weapon tightly.

Yang Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he pushed the slave away, tidied up his clothes, and looked straight at the item in the finale of the field.

"It's not in vain!" Yang Yan smiled lewdly.

"Young Master!" the slave who was pushed away seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Yang Yan's behavior, pouting, and putting her arms around Yang Yan's neck.

"Rou'er, how long have you been waiting for me?" Yang Yan suddenly looked cold and asked.

"It's been a year, young master!" said Rou'er with a charming wink.

"Do you know what I hate the most?"

Rou'er thought for a moment and said, "Is it the young master's woman that can't be touched by others?"

"No, it's that no one can try to influence my consciousness!"

Hearing this, Rou'er was slightly stunned.

"And you, just now, have already committed that one!"

"Young Master!" Rou'er hurriedly exclaimed, her face a little pale.

Yang Yan didn't pay any attention to the paleness on Rou'er's face, and continued the following words.

"And those who commit this rule have only one end, and that is death!"

The voice was cold and shivering.

The soles of Rou'er's feet were weak, she fell to the floor, looked at Yang Yan with pleading eyes, knelt in front of Yang Yan and begged: "Young master, spare the slave maid's life!

Yang Yan stretched out his hand, pinched Rou'er's white chin, and said slowly, "You know what kind of person I am!"

"However, for the sake of you waiting for me for a year, I won't do it this time!"

When Rou'er heard this, she seemed to have grasped the last straw, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you, young master, thank you, young master!"

Yang Yan turned to the door of the VIP room and shouted, "Rakshasa!"

As soon as the voice fell, a big man covered with scars, ** upper body, and tattoos all over his body walked in, looking at Yang Yan and saluting respectfully: "Young Master!"

"Leave her down and let the brothers try it!" Yang Yan said to Rakshasa as he pointed to Rou'er, who was lying softly on the floor.

"Yes, young master!" Rakshasa glanced at the woman who had once flaunted her might in front of her, and with a blank expression, she walked over and took Rou'er's hand.

"Let go! let go!" Rou'er struggled, looking at Yang Yan with a pleading face: "Young master, spare the slave!"

Yang Yan didn't seem to hear Rou'er's shout, and was still lying on the soft chair.

Rou'er's screaming stopped abruptly, and it was the big man who beat Rou'er to the neck and fainted, and the gentle sound of the door closing also sounded.

Yang Yan looked at the stunner in the cage in the field and called out his auction price.

10,000 gold coins!

It was something he fancied, and he didn't allow anyone to get it, and he didn't even like others to fight for it.

The high auction price and the powerful * make everyone ignore this "gun king" in martial arts.

"Yang Dashao is really generous!" said an ancient voice in the VIP room.

"Where, where!" Yang Yan said with a smile, "In front of Young Master Gu, these are all petty fights, and they can't be put on the stage!"

"Well, it's really a small fight, and it can't be on the table!" Gu Feng was unceremonious.

When Yang Yan heard this, his face froze, and the smile on his face froze.

At this time, a voice that could stimulate a man's blood also came out of a VIP room, it was Sister Mei in Xuan Shuying's mouth.

"Yang Yan, if I were a man, I would definitely rob you, now!

"Then thank you Sister Mei Xin!" Yang Yan said with a smile, Yang Yan is twenty-one years old this year, and Mei Xin is just twenty years old, plus the strength of the two families is also equal, it is natural to call her sister.

"It seems that there is nothing higher than ten thousand?" said the presiding old man.

All the VIP rooms are silent, they can become VIPs, naturally they will not move too much heart to the more beautiful women, and they will not be stupid enough to offend a big family power for a woman. The current Yang Yan represents the entire Yang family, although he is extremely lustful and very young, but he has the only candidate to become the head of the Yang family.

Besides, their minds are all on the last thing.

"Ten thousand for the first time!" presiding over the old man's light little hammer.

"Ten thousand for the second time!"

"Ten thousand for the third time!" the old man raised the small hammer in his hand, but just as he knocked it down, a deep voice resounded throughout the audience.

"Eleven thousand gold coins!"

Chen Feng couldn't help it, he knew that he had been targeted by a few VIPs in those VIP rooms, and he wanted to slip away while the auction was not over, but his goal had not yet been achieved.

He gambled, betting that the old village chief could hear it was his voice at this time.

He knew that he might offend a powerful force by doing so, but he needed to use the prestige of this family to make the old village chief able to discern himself.

Sure enough, after Chen Feng raised the price, Yang Yan half-squinted in the VIP room, looking at the man with the hat in the venue.

"Father!" Chen Zifeng looked at his father.

"Don't speak!" Chen Feng explained in a low voice.

"Hmm!" Chen Zifeng nodded.

And at this moment, the old village chief, after hearing Chen Feng's price increase, lay on the soft chair, closed his eyes and didn't know what to think.

Feng'er is not a womanizer, nor is he a rich person!

In another VIP room, there was a gloating laughter: "Yang Yan, look at what I said in the ancient style, right! That is, the person who can't hurt the table, even a small character dares to provoke you!"

"I said, that uncle with a hat, run away now, or you'll be cut off your hands and feet later!" Gu Feng shouted at Chen Feng, "It's just a little person who doesn't know the height of the sky!"

"Thank you for this young master's worry!" Chen Feng said, his voice still calm.

"No, no, no, I'm not worried about you, I'm," Gu Feng thought for a moment and said, "Well, I saw a praying mantis dancing in front of the cart!"

"I don't need you to think about anything, I'll just say it!"

"You, the praying mantis, can't do anything about yourself!"

Hearing this, Chen Zifeng stood up with a red face and shouted angrily: "You are the praying mantis, your father is also a praying mantis, and your whole family is a praying mantis!"

The childish voice spread throughout the audience, and it seemed a little indignant.

Gu Feng smiled, without words, and beckoned to a shadowy corner of the VIP room.

"Young master!" an eerie voice came from the shadows.

"Tomorrow before sunrise, I want their heads to be hung on the city wall!" Gu Feng was very angry, he was already angry when he bought the Luo Feng Sword before, and now, it is even more inflammatory.

"Yes!"

Hearing Chen Zifeng's words, Yang Yan, who was originally half-squinting, slowly opened his eyes and laughed loudly: "Young Master Gu, it seems that your face is not very big!hahaha!!"

Gu Feng did not answer.

"Forget it, forget it! can make the old style young master deflated, and I Yang Yan is happy to see it, in this case, the uncle with the hat, I will spend 12,000 to shoot it, and I will give you the female slave in the cage!" Yang Yan's voice continued, although he is lustful, he is not the kind of man who is lustful to the bone, and a woman cannot do it for one less day.

"Then thank you Young Master Yang!" Chen Feng stood up and arched his hand.

"It's easy to say, I say, you can leave now! Otherwise, that so-called eldest young master won't be able to bypass you!" Yang Yan said with a smile, it seemed that he could make Gu Feng suffer, and he was very happy.

"Young Master Nayang, Chen will retire first!" Chen Feng said.

He just wanted to leave after this movement was too loud, and Yang Yan would give him a chance now, as for the self-reported surname in the back, he naturally wanted to give the old village chief a final knock.

Pulling Chen Zifeng, who was still full of anger, he left the auction house in a hurry, leaving the eyes of many people.

After Chen Feng left, the host old man smiled and said, "Since this is the case, then this item belongs to the participant just now!"

When everyone was paying attention to Chen Feng, in the iron cage on the stage, an imperceptible gaze flashed.

"Now let's move on to the next treasure!" said the old man.

"Rakshasa!" Yang Yan shouted outside the door.

"Young Master, what are your orders?" asked Rakshasa as he walked in.

"The one who helped them secretly block the ancient wind!" Yang Yan ordered.

"Yes!" Rakshasa knew that they in Yang Yan's mouth were naturally the man wearing a hat and the child who offended the ancient style, although he didn't know why the young master told him to protect them secretly, but for Rakshasa, Yang Yan's words were orders, and even if he paid for his life, he had to carry them out unconditionally.

"Let's go down!" Yang Yan waved his hand.

"Yes!"

After the door closed, Yang Yan looked at the back of Chen Feng who was leaving, and muttered, "A martial artist at the peak of the Xuanyang Realm can't be unknown!"

"You can use it for yourself!"

In a VIP room, the old village chief slowly stood up and stepped out of the soft chair.

"Old village chief!" shouted the middle-aged man and Chen Ao.

"I'm going out to meet an old friend!" the old village chief said in a tone that could not be refused, so he opened the door of the VIP room and walked out.

"Old friend?" The middle-aged man thought slightly, looked at the familiar back that disappeared, and glanced at the expressionless ugly man on the side, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"The surname is Chen!"

"It's him!" the middle-aged man looked in