With the protection of the black fog, Jiang Wenming's breathing finally returned to normal, but his brows still frowned.

"This person..."

At the beginning, Ji Ying also had a layer of gray-green mist on her body, and it was absorbed by him.

But Ji Ying's ball was only the size of a fist, and the golden mist on Meng Zhen's body was more and thicker than the black mist that had accumulated on him for more than 20 years!

It even covered nearly a hundred meters away from him!

And his black fog is only about thirty meters away. More importantly, the other party seemed to be able to see his black fog!

But Ji Ying couldn't detect it until she died. How did Meng Zhen discover this? Is it because his golden mist is thick enough?

This is not because Jiang Wenming is suspicious, but because Meng Zhen’s eyes are really too targeted.

The first thing he looked at was Ge Dali, and then he was himself!

Fortunately, he quickly turned his head and looked at Ji'an, who was sweating all over.

"Otherwise, what's going on?"

The tone was plain, and he said it was a question, but there was no tone at all, as if he was not expecting the other party to answer.

Ji'an's breathing was rapid, his face turned sharply, and even his fists were clenched. But what was surprising was that he usually only deceived others but not others, and he paid attention to revenge in everything, but eventually lowered his head and gritted his teeth:

"Since it's Meng Sheng's speech, I'll admit defeat this time! I'll give it to me and say goodbye!"

After saying that, Ji'an snatched the card handed over by the auctioneer, and then threw the bidding card in his hand hard, as if he was about to go offline.

However, just as he threw out the price tag, he widened his eyes and stood there. At this time, Meng Zhen waved his hand and said it was strange.

The price tag that Ji'an threw out fell into his hands.

He touched it casually, and suddenly he hooked the corner of his mouth, and the price tag was rubbed, turning into pieces. Then Ji'an shouted, resumed his movements and began to breathe violently.

It looked like a drowning person finally climbed to the shore.

Jiang Wenming knew that he should have been suppressed by the golden mist just now and couldn't breathe.

"You should admit defeat, but it's not because of me."

After clapping his hands, Meng Zhen said lightly.

"Meng Zhen, don't bully people too much!" Ji'an's face turned red.

He had already given the other party a step, but Meng Zhen didn't make any sense, making him foolishly in front of so many people.

If he continues to endure this, he will not be Ji'an!

What's more, if this matter is passed back to the alliance, his life will be over.

"Don't think that you can bully people at will with the title of Dou Sheng. Our Card Hunter Alliance also has Dou Sheng Sheng, so don't go too far!"

After hearing Yan Mengzhen's eyes narrowed, Ji'an was so scared that he summoned the summoning card out on the spot, but Mengzhen finally shook her head.

"Forget it, let you understand."

After taking a look at the auctioneer's badge, Meng Zhen said, "Aniu, do you? Play back the video of his bid just now."

"Yes, I am a saint!" Auctioneer A Niu said respectfully.

This kind of money-related matter will naturally be recorded by someone, and soon the scene of Ji'an bidding began to be played back on the booth.

In the replay, his expression was vicious, ferocious and crazy, especially after the filming of him, his expression of raising his head and refusing to recognize his relatives made every audience who saw him clench his fists.

It's so arrogant and so worthy of a beating!

"Stop, play back to the end of his price!" Meng Zhen said lightly.

"yes!"

"Hmph! No matter how you play it back, what's the point of being useful? I said I pressed five..." Before Ji'an finished speaking, his eyes widened.

He stared at Lord Tao with a ferocious look on his face, while calling for the price tag.

But when his hand was pressing towards five, he suddenly tilted, pressed on 1, and then pressed eight zeros as soon as possible.

No more or less, exactly one hundred million!

Seeing this, Ji'an suddenly realized that when he was pressing, he was muttering 55 million, but at that time, there was a viewer next to him sighing that this price would be worth hundreds of millions, right?

He was angry and subconsciously pressed the number...

"Fuck! Where is that guy?!"

Ji'an felt a chill, then turned around in anger, but he couldn't find the guy who made the sound at that time.

So dying, the auctioneer even mosaiced the man in the face, and even his voice seemed to be dealt with, making him unable to find the man’s trouble!

"The matter is already very clear. No matter what the reason is, you pressed it yourself. According to the rules, the transaction has been established. What else do you have to say?"

"I..." Ji'an's face turned red.

"I don't accept it. This is called an operational error! It can't count!"

However, Meng Zhen sighed softly: "I asked A Niu to replay it is not to convince you, but to give your card hunter alliance an explanation. Okay, let's go."

"What? What are you going to do?! Summon the substitute! Dark Sky Demon Dragon!"

As soon as Ji'an's face changed, he had to summon his super substitute who had settled down. Then the next second he was stationed in place again, and then it turned into powder as if it was cracked.

"Hiss!" Everyone widened their eyes and took a breath.

Even in the Card Hunter Alliance, Ji'an is a guy who is a top player. His substitute, Dark Heaven Demon Dragon, is extremely domineering. He died just like that?

They didn't even see clearly how Meng Sheng took action!

But Jiang Wenming, who was curling his lips to avoid powder, could see clearly.

Meng Zhen used his golden mist to strangle Ji'an into powder!

This golden mist...

overbearing!

Fortunately, his black fog was not bad either. The golden fog seemed to not want to touch it, and it stopped radiating from two meters away.

"Who are you?"

Meng Zhen, who dealt with Ji'an, looked at Jiang Wenming.

"I am just an ordinary spectator." Jiang Wenming frowned.

Although he could not feel the hostility in Meng Zhen, he had a faint resentment towards him inexplicably.

It's not particularly annoying, but I just don't like it.

Especially his arrogant attitude, Jiang Wenming felt that the black fog around him was already a little ready and wanted to pounce.

"Average spectator?"

Meng Zhen laughed meaningfully, then pinched his fingers and a crystal ball actually appeared in his hand.

It was exactly the card that Ji'an took before!

He can actually get the things in the other person's summoning card?

"Is this card yours?" Meng Zhen looked at Jiang Wenming.

"Yes, what do you want?" Jiang Wenming glared back without hesitation.

His whole body was trembling slightly, not because he was afraid, nor because he was excited by being talked to by the boss, but because he was trying hard to control his black fog and not to cause trouble.

He was afraid that if he was not careful, the unlucky black fog would pounce on him like a wolf and see a sheep.

Although from the perspective of size, the golden mist is the wolf...
Chapter completed!