Those ladies who thought they were pretty had their eyes shining, and they were showing off their charms. It was not easy to meet such a handsome, rich and probably well-connected man, so you had to attract his attention.

At the very least, you need to become familiar with each other to facilitate future interactions.

At this moment, in their eyes, Ding Ning's cheap clothes have become particularly low-key and meaningful, as if they are not street stalls, but tailor-made by top Italian craftsmen. They have completely forgotten that they looked at Ding Ning before.

What contempt and disdain.

Ding Ning paid the auction price by swiping his card on the spot, ignoring the sight of others, and immediately got the Flame Dragon Cauldron, playing with it admiringly.

Bai Qing motioned to Ding Ning to follow him to a private room in the club on the second floor. When he went upstairs, Ding Ning noticed a line of sight behind him like a viper, it must be the man in the tuxedo.

Kong Minghui didn't know when he was already waiting in the private room. When he saw Ding Ning, he stood up immediately: "This little brother, I am Kong Minghui."

"Hello, Mr. Kong, I've heard of you for a long time."

Ding Ning still had a good impression of patriotic overseas Chinese like Kong Minghui, and shook hands with him politely.

"Brother, I brought you here just to ask you, if you paid such a high price for this bronze tripod, do you know the origin of this bronze tripod? Mr. Kong is a collector, and collectors have some special hobbies. If you don't know

The origin and value of the collected items will make you sleepless and sleepless, so I specifically asked me to bring you over to get to know him and tell him about the origin of the bronze tripod."

Bai Qing looked at Ding Ning who looked puzzled and explained.

The corner of Ding Ning's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile, "Then what Mr. Kong means is that if this bronze tripod is very precious, he must find a way to take it back?"

Bai Qing was suffocated when he heard this and looked a little embarrassed. Kong Minghui quickly explained: "Little brother, don't get me wrong. Now that I have put this thing up for auction, there is no reason to take it back. It's just that I personally want to know the origin of this bronze tripod."

and value, it’s just purely out of curiosity, little brother, I don’t know if you can explain it to me.”

Ding Ning glanced at Bai Qing meaningfully and said calmly: "This is not a bronze tripod, but an alchemy furnace. It has no value to most people, but to someone like me who studies ancient medical skills, it is of no value.

A priceless treasure."

He did not explain the true origin of the bronze cauldron, and simply introduced it as an alchemy furnace in a vague manner. If they knew that this was the Yanlong cauldron left by Emperor Yan, it would probably cause another disturbance.

"Oh, it turns out to be an alchemy furnace. No wonder those treasure appraisal experts can't tell the calendar. That's no wonder."

Kong Minghui suddenly realized, reached out and took out a business card and handed it to him: "Little brother, thank you for clarifying my doubts. I owe you a favor. This is my business card. If you need any help in the future, please call me.

"

"Then thank you Mr. Kong."

Ding Ning accepted the business card politely. He didn't know if it was an illusion. When Kong Minghui gave him the business card, Bai Qing seemed to be vaguely relieved.

After chatting for a while, Bai Qing and Kong Lao left first, but Ding Ning did not leave immediately. He locked himself in the room for about half an hour before returning to the auction house again.

The auction was finally over. In the name of escorting the emerald, Ding Ning asked Henry to let Holman send Ding Qianyou home.

The smart Ding Qianlie had already seen the clues. He took his hand and whispered: "Be careful yourself. I have asked Xiahou to come over."

"Don't worry, sister, it's okay."

Ding Ning comforted her with a smile, but did not reject her kindness. The man in the tuxedo gave him a very dangerous feeling, which made him feel a little unsure.

After sending Ding Qianyou away, many wealthy people attending the auction gathered around him, greeted him warmly, and even gave him their business cards.

Ding Ning did not give up. He politely took the business card and greeted them, which made these people very excited. Although Ding Ning did not mean to hand over the business card, which made them a little disappointed, they were already very satisfied that they could become familiar with each other for the first time.

, it is only right for the direct heirs of a large family to have a little arrogance and airs.

As people who hang out in the upper class, they naturally understand the principle of when enough is enough and going too far is not enough. Although they wish they could drink and talk with Ding Ning to further their relationship, they still act rationally and take the initiative to leave after becoming familiar with each other. If they continue to be entangled, who knows?

Will it annoy others?

On the other hand, those so-called celebrities had no self-awareness. Seeing Ding Ning's graceful demeanor, they showed no signs of being impatient with them. They all tried harder and harder to attract his attention, and some even wanted to follow her, regardless of their restrained overt or covert gestures.

He has further development.

Ding Ning absentmindedly dealt with these ladies who felt good about themselves, and his attention was always on the man in the tuxedo.

It wasn't until Ding Qianlie walked away that the man in the tuxedo sat in an Infiniti and didn't leave, that he let out a sigh of relief.

What he was most worried about was that this master of unknown origin would kidnap his sister and threaten him. For his sister's safety, he would not hesitate to abandon even the Nine Dragons Shennong Cauldron, let alone the Yanlong Cauldron.

Now it seems that the man in the tuxedo is very confident in his own skills and thinks that dealing with him is easy, so he is so conceited and waiting in the car.

As a result, Ding Ning's anxious heart suddenly relaxed. He no longer had any scruples, and he didn't bother to tangle with these coquettish ladies anymore.

With a straight face, he waved his hand without hesitation: "I have something else to do, bye!"

"Hey, you haven't left anyone your phone number yet?"

A pretty lady in a yellow dress who felt good about herself said bitterly.

Ding Ning paid no attention, strode towards the parking lot, got into his Phaeton with the front of the car flat and drove away.

"He's such a graceless guy. He's just driving a bad Paste. Why bother?"

A sexy socialite with revealing clothes and billowy breasts curled her lips and said sourly.

"Huh, what do you know? That's just a low profile."

The lady in the yellow skirt looked intoxicated and retorted with a cold snort.

"Tch, there's no point in showing off, people are not interested in you at all, okay?"

Another socialite in a white evening dress couldn't stand the way the socialite in the yellow skirt treated Ding Ning as a forbidden concubine, and said sarcastically from the side.

"Am I showing off? Yes, this girl is naturally beautiful and needs to show off, but you, on the other hand, can only wear an extra-long dress to cover up your short legs."

The socialite in the yellow skirt straightened her majestic breasts, deliberately raised her feet, revealing her long, white thighs and said sarcastically.

"You... you have short legs. Your whole family has short legs. I'll tear your stinky bitch off."

The lady in the white dress was stabbed in the painful spot. She suddenly became angry and rushed towards the lady in the yellow dress with open teeth and claws.

Not to be outdone, Huang Skirt, each of them had good friends, and they were immediately divided into two groups, and they started a fight without the image of a lady...

But this had nothing to do with Ding Ning. He drove aimlessly through the bustling neighborhood and stopped at the beach.

After getting out of the car, he lit a cigarette and leaned leisurely on the car, as if admiring the sea view at night.

He thought very clearly that the strength of the enemy was unknown. If he was defeated, he would jump into the sea at worst. Anyway, he had the mermaid totem with him, and his home field was four thousand meters below the sea.

"Boy, you are very smart. You also know how to choose a good place for yourself to bury your bones. Now it saves me the trouble. Otherwise, I would have to dig holes to bury people, which would be so troublesome."

The man in a tuxedo stepped out of the Infiniti at the back, walking slowly and talking as if he was sure of victory, with no concealment of arrogance in his bones, as if Ding Ning was already a turtle in a urn with no way to escape.

"How do you know it's not your burial place?"

Ding Ning didn't even look at him, took a deep breath of cigarette, and said without any panic.

"Haha, you are a frog in a well. A guy who knows a little bit of martial arts and has a lot of money, how could he know that there are people outside the world and there is a world outside the world? This world is not as simple as you see."

The man in the tuxedo took off his sunglasses, mask, and cap, revealing an ordinary, featureless face of someone in his thirties or forties, and said jokingly.

Ding Ning raised his eyebrows: "Oh, it seems you are a toad outside the well?"

"Sharp-tongued boy, don't be shameless. Hand over the alchemy furnace. Maybe I will leave you with a complete body. Otherwise, I will let you die without a burial place."

The man in the tuxedo suddenly changed his face, exuding a terrifying power. The powerful power made Ding Ning's expression change.

This force was so strong, much stronger than the second master's force, and it was extremely aggressive. It completely suppressed the force in his body and made it impossible for him to escape, causing his combat power to plummet.

What kind of strength does this guy have? Why is he so terrifying?

Seeing the drastic change in his expression, the man in the tuxedo laughed proudly and said, "Ant, do you know what being strong is?"

"Who are you? Are you an ancient warrior in the Tianwu Realm or a master of Chinese martial arts?"

Ding Ning's face was panicked, but his muscles were tense all over, ready to launch a surprise attack at any time.

"Hey, you actually know about ancient warriors. Tell me, which family are you from? If I knew you, I might let you go for the sake of your parents."

The man in the tuxedo had a strange look in his eyes and asked with interest.

Ding Ning's eyes flashed, and the coercion of the man in the tuxedo when he spoke was relieved. He suddenly rose up like a cheetah, and the silver sword cut through the night sky like a lightning-like light and slashed down.

"Young man is looking for death!"

The man in the tuxedo changed his face in shock, shouted loudly, and retreated quickly. This knife actually brought a strong threat of life and death to him, making him feel like he was dead.

But Ding Ning's attack was calculated without intention, and the sword spared no force. No matter how fast the man in the tuxedo reacted, he was still a little slow and was slashed across his left shoulder.

With a "pop" sound, Ding Ning slashed the left shoulder of the man in the tuxedo with confidence. There was a sound like beating leather, and only cut his clothes, not even a scratch on the oil leather. That powerful knife

It was actually resolved by a layer of spiritual light coming from the man in the tuxedo.

"Yes, yes, it's a bit interesting. You can be proud of yourself for being able to sneak attack on me. It's just a pity. How could you, an ant, know how powerful the body-protecting aura of a strong man in the Tianwu Realm is? Boy, congratulations on your success."

You have angered me, now you bear my anger!"

The man in the tuxedo laughed angrily and said proudly, the terrifying power rising again...

Unexpectedly, Ding Ning was not moved at all, looking at him one after another with a determined expression.

The bright sword light flashed in the night. Although there was no spiritual fluctuation at all, the sword was as fast as a sword, as if it was not affected by his power at all.

The man in the tuxedo overcame his initial panic and realized that although Ding Ning's sword skills were exquisite, they were unable to break through his protective spiritual power. He immediately stood there carelessly, not hiding, and jokingly said as if he was watching a clown's performance.
Chapter completed!