Provocation! Shocking Words!

Chu Feng stretched lazily and sat up straight.

"Sir Yan, just because these bootlickers are giving up doesn't mean that I'm giving up. Why are you so anxious to let Madam Qi strike the hammer? What are you up to?"

Chu Feng looked at the second floor with a faint smile.

"Then I offer 700 drops. Let's buy it and admire the flower."

Chu Feng said casually.

His voice immediately spread throughout the hall.

Even Madam Qi, who was about to strike, stopped what she was doing and looked at Chu Feng with interest.

This little fellow seemed to be deliberately stirring up trouble?

This was interesting.

In the private room on the second floor, Yan Wudao stood up from his seat.

His eyes were already burning with anger.

He glanced coldly at Chu Feng.

But he said nothing.

Ordinary people would not be able to withstand the gaze of a peak Ninth-Turn Spiritual Abode expert. However, Chu Feng remained motionless.