Super System Plundering the Heaven

Bang!    

Ye Yu lifted his foot and stepped on Zhao Mingyu's leg.    

Crack!    

A clear sound of bone fracturing could be heard from Zhao Mingyu's leg.    

However, Zhao Mingyu did not move. Even his pale face did not show any abnormalities.    

"He really fainted?"    

Ye Yu smiled and said softly, "I don't believe it. Do you want to kick me again?"    

Hua...    

A pool of hot liquid flowed out from underneath Zhao Mingyu's body.    

"Tsk! How boring!"    

Ye Yu frowned in disgust. Looking at Zhao Mingyu's current state, it was not good to beat him up again.    

"Junior Master Ye Yu, you are too awesome!"    

Unknowingly, Xing Meng was standing behind Ye Yu, looking at Ye Yu with a fanatical and worshipful expression.    

"Uncle-Master, can you teach me? I want you to be as powerful as me!"    

Ye Yu glanced at Xing Meng and said, "Are you still practicing the 36th Set of Radio Gymnastics that I taught you?"    

"Yes, yes!" Xing Meng quickly nodded and said excitedly, "Martial Uncle, do you mean that I can be as good as you after practicing this set of radio gymnastics?"    

"No!" Ye Yu shook his head and said, "You will be very resistant to beating!"    

Sighing, Ye Yu continued to say, "Recently, every person I meet can be beaten. It is really boring!"    

Looking at Xing Meng, Ye Yu's eyes revealed a satisfied expression. He patted Xing Meng's shoulder, who was afraid of him, and said with a smile, "Practice well. You will be a qualified opponent... Er, opponent!"    

Xing Meng recalled the miserable condition of his powerful opponent, and he couldn't help but shrink his neck. In his heart, he made up his mind that he definitely wouldn't fight Ye Yu!    

"Alright! The auction is about to start. Let's go in!"    

After greeting Xing Meng and Wen Meng, who was stunned, Ye Yu walked into the auction hall.    

After Ye Yu left, in the hall of Shenglong Auction, the people that Zhao Mingyu brought along and the other guests took a deep breath.    

Just now, they didn't dare to breathe, for fear of attracting Ye Yu's attention.    

In their eyes, Ye Yu was too scary.    

After a long while, Zhao Mingyu, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes slightly and looked around through the corner of his eye.    

When he didn't see Ye Yu, Zhao Mingyu started to wail loudly.    

"Legs! My leg! Broken!"    

Zhao Mingyu hugged his broken leg and cried out in pain.    

"A bunch of idiots! What were they all waiting for!? Come over and help me up!"    

Zhao Mingyu looked at the people who had followed him and was stunned on the spot. He couldn't help but curse.    

"Zhao, Young Master Zhao! Are you alright?"    

Several people walked to Zhao Mingyu's side and asked in a low voice.    

"You are blind! Do I look like I'm fine?! Quickly find a splint and tie my leg up!"    

Zhao Mingyu's face twisted in pain. Tears and mucus almost flowed out.    

"Young Master Zhao? Let's hurry to the hospital!"    

Zhao Mingyu's eyes were filled with uncertainty. After a moment, he said fiercely, "No!"    

"Huh? Young Master Zhao, your leg is broken. Why aren't you going to the hospital?"    

"I must participate in this auction!"    

Zhao Mingyu's tone was firm. The final item of this auction was the Blood Bodhi, which could increase one's Vitality! It was very beneficial to Zhao Mingyu's father, Zhao Yang!    

"When father consumes the Blood Bodhi and breaks through to the Grade Seven Seeing God Realm, I will definitely make that kid called Ye Yu kneel down and beg me!"    

When Zhao Mingyu thought about how Zhao Yang crippled Ye Yu and knelt down to beg him, even the pain in his broken legs seemed to lessen a lot.    

"Let's go!"    

When the broken legs were tied up, Zhao Mingyu walked towards the auction hall with the help of the two people.    

"Young Master Zhao? What should we do with that powerful man?"    

Zhao Mingyu let out a cold snort, then he gritted his teeth and said, "This trash, he called himself a Mortal Core Martial Artist, and he can't even take a single punch from me! What do we need him for?!"    

"Just leave him there and wait for his death!"    

After Zhao Mingyu finished speaking, he limped into the venue.