Chapter 120： Hanjiang has Ding Ke, an official from the Ministry of Government, Wang Pan

Ye Yang looked at Yan Ziqiong in surprise, and couldn't help but smile, "Can you come, can't I come?"

Little Lori waved her hand quickly, "Where is there..."

"Xiao Qiong, come with me for a drink." A male voice from Shen Xiong sounded, and then a tall and handsome young man walked over.

"Wang Pan, I don't drink, don't follow me anymore! If you do this, I will call someone!" Yan Ziqiong shouted in a loud voice.

The eyes of the surrounding people suddenly gathered here.

Wang Pan's face suddenly changed, "Xiao Qiong, I really like you, you see, you don't have a boyfriend, can't you think about me?"

Yan Ziqiong rolled her eyes and immediately hugged Ye Yang's arm, "Who said I don't have a boyfriend? Yang Ye is my boyfriend!"

Ye Yang touched his nose, was he used as a shield?

Wang Pan looked at Ye Yang carefully, his expression changed from doubt to contempt.

"All of his clothes are not as expensive as my pair of leather shoes, Xiao Qiong, it's not worth it that you are dealing with such a person."

"And the little black dog at his feet, tsk tsk, is this a typical local dog? I'm afraid it doesn't even have a rank."

Xiao Hei roared twice at Wang Pan, seeming to disdain him very much.

Wang Pan laughed, "Look at my little eagle again. It grows in the Gobi Desert and soars all his life. This is a Tier 5 spirit beast that my dad bought me from Lingshou Mountain!"

"Follow me, this little eagle will be given to you, how about it?"

Ye Yang glanced at the carving on his shoulder.

Although his eyes were sharp, they were exhausted.

Spirit beasts are good spirit beasts, but they have followed the wrong owner.

"Growing in the desert? Then, is this sculpture called a sand sculpture?" Ye Yang said suddenly.

Yan Ziqiong was taken aback for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"Sand sculpture hahaha! From now on you will be the sand sculpture king pan!" Little Lori laughed blankly.

Wang Pan's face suddenly became very ugly. He gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, do you know who you have offended?"

"My dad is the section chief of Ding Ke of the Hanjiang Political Department."

"I'm an officer of Ding Ke, the Ministry of Government of the Han River!"

"As long as I report my name as Wang Pan, no one in the Han River circle does not know me!"

"You scolded me?!"

The movement here naturally attracted the attention of others.

"Who is that person? He actually annoyed Wang Pan, the little overlord of Han River? Tsk tsk, it's unlucky!" A young girl grinned.

"The little president of the Hanjiang Ancient Martial Arts Association must succumb to Wang Pan's lewd power. This kid is a fart. He dares to offend Wang Pan so much. Hehe, he is really looking for death." The other young man also smiled gleefully.

Yan Ziqiong made a face, "What are you? You, a Hanjiang native, came to Beijing to show off your power?"

"I tell you, my boyfriend is Master Yang Yeyang who went to Beijing!"

"In front of Master Neijin, you count as a feather!"

Yan Ziqiong said with anger.

Wang Pan was stunned for a moment, and immediately laughed, "What did you just say? Master of Nejin? Such a young, Master of Nejin?"

"Little Qiong, even if you don't want to be with me, don't deceive me with such lies?"

"If he is a master of internal strength, am I not a great master? Hahaha!"

Wang Pan's unbridled laughter suddenly sounded.

"Security, come here, I seriously suspect that this person does not have an invitation card for the auction. How did such a person get in?"

"Where is the manager of Piyun Villa, call him over!"